My life in submission to an Asian man

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From Chapter 14

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 there is one condition.”

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Chapter 15

My heart jumped into my throat at that. I stood naked and in a chastity cage next to Nhan. Nhan’s slave and my long-time friend from high school, Bryan, stood naked and uncaged next to my Master. I’d kept my desire to have sex with other men quiet, honestly feeling ashamed of it. Alex was not only my boyfriend and master, but my God. Just fantasizing about sex with another man felt like a betrayal, yet here I was tonight having sucked a black slave’s massive, exhausted and abused cock to orgasm, submitted to Jae’s brutal and sadistic abuse and now had my ex-situationship fuck my throat while my Master fucked Nhan’s slave’s ass.

So, was my desire really a sin against my superior Asian God if it aligned with his own desires? I considered my guilt and determined that it was a sign that I wasn’t sinful, just a white slut who needed an Asian God to worship so he wouldn’t be a total and irredeemable white trash whore. But when my desire for sex with another man aligned with Alex’s will to share me, I decided even my eager enjoyment of the situation was a worship of my God.

“Mind you, I’m not saying yes yet,” Alex continued. “But the one major condition is that if I let you fuck my boy, you have to agree to let me film, publish and sell it.”

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. Acid built up in my stomach and my already tired legs grew weaker at that. My eyes darted to Nhan, trying to gauge his initial reaction. I’d often fantasized about doing porn, but it’d never sincerely been more than a jack off fantasy. Thinking of jacking off, I could almost feel my hard dick in my hand, my palm and fingers sliding up and down it’s length, and was it with a sudden, short lived ping of mourning for my pitiful little white dick, caged up to never again be used as a sex organ. I was immediately reminded why I was in chastity and felt suddenly thankful for it because it meant I belonged entirely to Alex, and this was a life that more and more every day I knew I never wanted to give up.

“And there’s a smaller issue, too,” Alex added. “I’d also need to fuck you while my boy watches before you can fuck him. It’s important for our relationship. I know that as an Asian dominant, you’re my equal. But when it comes to my boy, he needs to have visual reminders that in his eyes I have no equal.”

That’s fucking right, I thought. This niche society may see every master here, especially every Asian master, as Alex’s equal, but in the natural order of the universe my Master was superior to all. He had no equal. 

Nhan didn’t immediately recoil at those conditions, though. I expected him to balk and tell my Master he could go fuck himself (at which point I suspect I would have attacked Nhan for such blasphemy), but instead he started slowly nodding.

“If you decide you’ll let me fuck him,” Nhan said, pausing for a second, “I can do all that. But I’ll also want an invite to come over and watch you use him, too.”

This was fucking wild. He was negotiating with my owner on the terms to fuck me. This ignited something new in me, a dark and taboo desire I’d never considered. Being bartered over as if I were chattel was disturbing, yes, but even more satisfying. I knew Alex owned me, but the realization that if he decided he wanted to sell me to some other Master (and I would even consent to it, since it would be a near-ultimate act of obedience and submission) hit it home.

Now, I knew Alex wouldn’t do that. I didn’t even know if that was something that was done, but if it was I knew he wouldn’t do it. But the realization that I had given myself to him so completely that I wouldn’t protest to him permanently selling me to another man was, in some way I can’t explain, comforting. 

“I’ll think about it,” Alex promised, a sincerity in his voice. “Give me your number and I’ll let you know.”

After they exchanged numbers, Nhan gave me a kiss and told me he hoped we’d see each other again soon and Alex took me by the leash and led me back to the entrance. There, Alex took a paper back with all the clothes I’d worn and marched me out into the cool night air, completely exposed and, even worse, well lit by the lights of the parking lot. 

My hands instinctively went to cover my caged dicklet but a stinging smack on the back of my head from Alex got me to shape up instantly. Trembling, in part because of the fear of being caught and in part from exhaustion, and immensely sore from the beating Jae had given me, I followed Alex like a loyal pet. He let me at a leisurely pace to the Range Rover.

The vehicle was rocking back and forth a little as we got closer. Jae was fucking his slave in the back seat. Without a word about it, Alex opened my door for me and placed the bag of clothes on my lap and closed the door. Jae was grunting and whispering insults to his slave as he ravaged the teen’s hole. For his part, the slave was whimpering and crying and moaning and quietly begging for more. 

Alex drove us back to Jae’s house with the two fucking in the backseat the whole way. He parked the car in front and turned to watch the last few minutes of it. When Jae finally bred Caden, something in him changed. The way he looked at his slave was adoring, not sadistic and borderline disdainful. In his post-orgasmic state, Jae turned into a romantic. He kissed Caden slowly, caressed his cheek, and then whispered to him that he was proud of his good boy for being on such good behavior.

When they exited the car, Jae was still nude and carrying his bag of clothes with one hand to his side, apparently unashamed of his nakedness. When we got back to our apartment, I was silently relieved that Alex let me get dressed before we exited the vehicle and went inside.

Stripped down again from the moment we entered the door and then freshly showered, I spent the rest of the night cuddled up to Alex as we watched TV in bed together. Time with him like this was so fulfilling. All the time I spent with him was, but this was essentially aftercare and it met my emotional and psychological needs in a completely different way.

The next morning, Alex woke me up with gentle kisses. I opened my eyes to find Armando between his legs, Alex’s thick, flaccid cock shoved into his mouth. He wasn’t moving. I assumed Alex had already deposited his morning load in Armando’s mouth and was now enjoying some cockwarming. How I’d slept through that, I didn’t know.

I said my good morning to Alex and kissed him back. When I moved to get up and take care of my morning routine, I wasn’t nearly as sore as I’d expected to be given the night I’d had. All the cock I’d sucked should have been enough alone to make me weak in the morning, not to mention the way Jae had beaten and whipped me. 

When I came out of the bathroom all ready for the day, Alex was still laying on the bed with his cock in Armando’s mouth. The Latino houseboy seemed perfectly contented to spend his whole morning there just like that. Knowing how thick Alex’s cock was, though, I wondered how long Armando could physically handle having his mouth stuffed and jaw held wide.

“I’ve asked Elliot to come over this evening to begin his training,” Alex told me casually, not even looking up from his phone as I walked into the room. “I want to put on a little show to help him get in the right headspace, so you will be on display in the living room when he gets here. I’ll start rigging you up around 4, since he’s promised to be here by 5. Armando will be serving us tonight. I know after last night you’re probably pretty sore, but I don’t want to hear any complaints. You’ll be rigged to the ceiling for a few hours, and if I hear a single complaint from you or you do anything to embarrass me, I’ll have to punish you.”

I swallowed hard, not looking forward to the discomfort I knew I would have to endure. But Elliot was a cutie, and if my master displaying his power would help him seduce the twink I would eagerly accept anything Alex wanted to do to me. I’d let me put me on display at one of those art exhibits like the one he’d taken me to the night before, in my mind at that moment the most extreme form of objectification, dehumanization and humiliation. The thought of it induced pure terror but also made my body hot and my hole pucker and my heart race. 

As we ate breakfast together, I had the sudden realization that I’d be in that position that night. Sure, the audience would be just the one sub slut my Master was demonstrating his superiority to, but I would still be an objectified piece of home decor.

After breakfast, Alex went into one of the rooms I hadn’t seen yet (and telling me before he went in there that it was his home office and I wasn’t allowed in) to do some work. When he came out around 2 p.m., he walked to the couch in the living room and ordered me to take his clothes off but not to touch his cock. He was hard as steel when I pulled his underwear down, folding the blue bikini briefs and putting them with the rest of his clothes I’d folded. He then had me get his Playstation controller and turned on the TV before sitting down on the couch.

“Come ride me while I play, baby,” he ordered me.

Unsure of the logistics of this but giddy at the opportunity to get fucked by Alex, I practically skipped over to him and straddled him on my knees. I reached back behind me and took hold of that long, thick cock. He was oozing a fairly constant stream of precum, so I rubbed the head over my hole and then spread more of it over his head and shaft for lube, knowing it would hurt like hell but not wanting to waste time even asking if I could get lube, much less actually take the 30 seconds it would require to get it from the bedroom. But right after I got it all lined up, before I got the chance to sit down, Alex set the controller on the couch and grabbed my ass with both hands.

“Houseboy, lube,” Alex called out. Then, speaking to me quieter, “I love that you’re willing to take me dry, but I don’t damage my favorite toy.”

When Armando came to us with the lube, he tried to hand it to Alex but our Master waved him off.

“Put it on my cock, then lube his hole with three fingers,” Alex ordered.

The sexy, lean, muscled Latino slave with the face of a demigod did as he was told. Armando first rubbed the lube all over Alex’s monster cock, then started working on my ass. I inhaled sharply and almost moaned when his index finger brushed against my hole. It was cool. Then his finger pushed at my hole. I opened up for him and he went up to the second knuckle before wriggling his finger around inside me. I sighed and let my head fall on Alex’s shoulder. I wrapped my arms around his neck and relaxed into the sensations.

Armando pulled out his finger, added more lube, then put it back in. He found my prostate and massaged it a little. I could feel a little relief from the constant blue balls pain that I’d grown used to by now. He massaged my prostate for a while before pulling out and adding a second finger. My hole spasmed around his index and middle fingers. He started spreading them out to stretch my pussy open, twisting his fingers. Precum was pooling on Alex’s abs, where my caged dicklet rested. Alex was massaging my ass cheeks as Armando added the third finger. As he kept stretching me out. Armando began planting soft kisses on my lower back.

I was a slave and an inferior to my Master, but as he played with my ass and Armando fingered me and kissed my body, I reveled in the fact that I was prized and valued. Armando worshiped Alex, just like me. But because of the racial hierarchy our Master had crafted among his two devotees, Armando also worshiped me. As the most gorgeous Asian man to ever live, Alex was the supreme being worthy of all love and worship and submission and obedience. From the way he had talked about other Asians, Asian men were superior to me, including other slaves. Attractive white slaves and attractive unowned whites were my equals. I was superior to attractive Latino men. I didn’t know where the rest of the races landed on his hierarchy, but Alex had hinted that unattractive whites, and all unattractive men who weren’t Asian, were the lowest tier.

Armando’s kisses as he fingered and stretched me open were his way of demonstrating his submission to me, secondary to his submission to Alex. 

When Alex decided he didn’t want to wait anymore, he ordered Armando to get to work on his chores. When he pulled out his fingers and started to walk away, I sat up and reached back to grab ahold of Alex’s now-slicked cock, lining it up again. I lowered myself onto him, keeping eye contact with my Master as I impaled myself on his cock. My pussy was so tight that even with Armando’s work to loosen me up I felt a stinging, stabbing pain as I sat down. But I didn’t resent the pain. Instead, I embraced it. It meant I had my God inside me. It was so fucking fulfilling to feel that pain and know what it signified: my submission to him and his unconditional ownership of my body, my mind, my soul. Alex watched me with a soft smile, but when I bottomed out he pulled me in so I could rest my chin on his shoulder. He grabbed his Playstation controller and wrapped his arms around me to hold it.

“Ride me slowly,” he ordered and he started up a game. “The goal isn’t to make me cum, just to make me feel good. I’m saving my load for Elliot.”

I felt a ping of disappointment. My body craved the feeling of Alex’s cock twitching and unloading inside me, but didn’t hesitate to obey. I worked my ass as best I could around his cock, squeezing and releasing as I bobbed up and down to the sounds of gunshots on the TV behind me. I saw out of the corner of my eye Armando on his hands and knees, his caged Latino dicklet swaying as he scrubbed the baseboards. I looked over, not interrupting my ride on Alex’s cock, to watch him. Practically in doggy position as he worked, I found myself wondering what it would be like if Alex one day decided to uncage my dicklet and share him with me. His mouth would be so warm and wet. His ass so tight and hot and velvety.

Even as I fantasized about it, I felt guilty. I should have no desire to have my dick uncaged. The cage was what demonstrated Alex’s ownership of me, proof that he had so beautifully enslaved me. And enslaving me was how he showed me he loved me. Sure, he’d locked me up and made me his property well before he felt emotional attachment to me. But that decision to take me, to erase my freedom and replace it with his authority, was rooted in the lust and infatuation that had since turned to affection and love.

The same love I felt from him as I reveled in the sensation of his cock, so big and hard and powerful, sliding in and out of my slaveboy pussy as I massaged it with my hole, tightening and loosening myself rhythmically as I rode him. The same love I returned to him in my questionless, unhesitating submission to him. I luxuriated in the pain of his cock stretching me wide open. It was the effect of my beloved God’s holy cock inside me.

My mind clouded by lust and my senses sharpened so I could feel the veins in his cock as it slid in and out of me, I lost track of time. Even as my knees and legs grew weak, I found myself grateful for the fact that I was here worshiping Alex in a chastity cage that ensured my only focus was his glorious cock. It came as a surprise to me when Alex announced it was time to take my body and restrain it for the entertainment of the guest he would be hosting and fucking.

He started with traditional Japanese rope bondage with a soft red rope before he started rigging me to the living room ceiling. When he was done, I was hanging upright and slightly forward, my legs tied behind my back and connected to the rope. They were spread wide, exposing my hole. My arms were connected to a collar fastened a little too tightly around my throat. Alex had clamped my nipples and installed an open-mouth gag that had me drooling slightly because I couldn’t close my mouth and, thus, couldn’t swallow very well. My hair, which had grown out just long enough, was tied up and pulled back so tight my head was pulled back a bit with it.

I was so incredibly uncomfortable, bordering on pain. I could tell that after about 30 minutes like this I would be in actual pain. But it wasn’t important. My comfort wasn’t important, nor should I even take my own safety into consideration. My safety was Alex’s to worry about. It was my place, there with my hole exposed and stretched wide from riding Alex’s cock for so long. With my caged dicklet dangling. My mouth held open by a metal gag. My body twisted and manipulated in an unnatural position. 

The knowledge that tonight I would play no role but that of an object without any recognition of humanity, on display for objectification by the man who owns me and the slut he was seducing to enslavement should have had me frustrated and depressed and even angry. But instead, it filled my soul with a sense of pride and fulfillment. 

My God of Gods picked me to worship him as an inferior subhuman slut. Nobody has ever been so blessed.

I was having to consciously remind myself of the honor I was experiencing by the time there came a knock at the door. My muscles were starting to cramp and twitch and my joints were sore. 

Armando walked quickly past me, not even spending the time to glance at me, and opened the door, welcoming Elliot in. Alex was there a half second later. Despite how large the apartment was and how far I was bound from the front door, I could hear everything.

“Come on in,” I heard Alex say. “You’ll need to strip. Whiteys aren’t allowed to wear clothes in this apartment unless I tell them too.”

Elliot didn’t say anything, but I did hear him undressing and could imagine the blush he must have had as a naked and caged Armando took his clothes and locked them away in the closet as Alex had done to mine when I first showed up to meet my God in his home.

I heard Alex ask how Elliot’s trip was. Elliot said it was fine, his voice betraying some of his nerves, and they shared a little more small talk as they walked toward the living room and dining room.

When Elliot saw me, he stopped mid sentence. I couldn’t see him or Alex, facing away from them and toward the floor-to-ceiling windows.

“I wanted to show you how Jackson is so obedient and excited to serve,” Alex told him. “Plus, I only take the prettiest of whiteys and latinos as my slaves. It’d be a shame not to have fun with the slaves’ bodies from time to time.”

There was a beat of silence before Elliot responded.

“Will I be expected to submit in that way?” Elliot asked my Master. I didn’t hear the nerves in his voice anymore. Instead, there was a curiosity and some sort of excitement there. Not exactly a desire to be strung up and put on humiliating display like I was, but also no opposition to the idea.

“Without a doubt,” Alex told him casually, comfortably. “Not right away, but before you know it you’ll be craving this type of objectification, just like Jackson does. It’s a way for you to really experience submission and demonstrate obedience.”

When they walked around into my field of view, I saw a sharply dressed Alex holding the totally nude slut by the hand. It would be a lie to say I wasn’t jealous and simultaneously turned on.

“Houseboy is still finishing up preparations for dinner, so why don’t you check out the art?” Alex asked in way of an invitation to touch and molest my helpless body. Elliot didn’t hesitate to take him up on the offer. 

Not letting go of Alex’s hand, Elliot stepped forward and with his right hand reached out to touch my face. Were he not so obviously a submissive bitch by the fact that he was completely naked and the fact that I’d seen him already submit to Alex once, I might have thought Elliot was a dom. The way he moved seamlessly from caressing my cheek to putting three of his fingers into my mouth was exploding with confidence. Pulling his now-wet fingers out, Elliot wiped my saliva off on my face and chest before reaching out to grab ahold of my caged dicklet.

“It’s still so hot to me that he’s never even had a handjob before,” Elliot said as he fondled my balls.

I looked at Alex to see him smiling contentedly. I knew how much he enjoyed the fact that I had never been pleasured in any way but bottoming before. My purity being fully intact until he, and had not been violated by any other man (with the understanding that anything I had done with or had done to me by Armando, Yuto or any other slave counted because of their status as less-than-human and the fact that he had commanded it) since took it from me made Alex proud. It made me more valuable. Ever since I’d started watching porn and jerking off as a teen, I’d dreamed of being an absolute and uninhibited slut, recognizing even then that it contradicted my desire for a committed, monogamous relationship. Now, though, looking at Alex’s proud expression, I was so thankful I had remained sexually pure by the standards of society and popular religion. 

I let out a sigh and split my attention between Alex’s gorgeous face and the exceptional sensations of Elliot’s fingers teasing my balls.

“I love it,” Alex answered him, looking away from me. “Almost every time I’m breeding him, I think about how I’ve ensured he can only get sexual pleasure from his pussy unless I decide one day to unlock him.”

Alex let go of Elliot’s hand and moved his own free hand to the small of the twink’s back, caressing up and down. Elliot’s uncaged dick was fully hard, and he was subconsciously reaching to cover himself. 

“I’m looking forward to caging you up and training you to focus all your attention on me and my cock, just like my sweet little Jackson,” Alex said, his voice seductive. And despite the fact that he had just told Elliot he was looking forward to taking away his ability to get head or fuck or in any way cum except by having his pussy fucked hard and long enough to give him an anal orgasm, it worked. The thought of being turned into a constant bitch in heat just like me. 

“I thought you said I wouldn’t need to be caged like him,” Elliot said. His voice hinted at apprehension but his hand was telling a different story, having grabbed ahold of his dick and stroking it as he kept teasing my balls. Alex gently reached out with his left hand and removed Elliot’s from his own dick.

“No touching yourself when you’re with me, cutie,” Alex corrected gently. “As long as you’re with me, I own this dick and I decide when it gets attention. You touching yourself is messing with my toy. My property. And you wouldn’t just walk into someone else’s house and start messing with his stuff would you?”

Alex let that sink in, and I could tell his words were having the same effect on Elliot as they had on me. He nodded his head and mumbled an OK as his eyes glazed over and he kept caressing my balls.

“But no. Not just like him,” Alex said. “There might come a day when I let Jackson out of his chastity, but at least for right now it should be considered permanently locked away. I’m going to train you in wearing chastity for increasing periods, with rules and punishments of more time if you break those rules.”

Elliot left my balls and started running his hand all over my body.

”Why are his back m and ass and legs bruised like that?” Elliot asked. 

I hadn’t realized the abuse my Master had allowed Jae to dish out last night had left marks, even though I was still a bit sore.

”A friend of mine,” Alex told him. “He gets off on beating and whipping slaves and I offered to let him have Jackson’s body to play with a little last night.”

“So, since you sorta own Jackson like a slave, that means you can do whatever you want to him? Or give him to someone else to do whatever they want?” Elliot asked.

“Not sorta own him like a slave,” my Master corrected. “I own him and he is my slave. It’s not just a kink or role play, it’s real life for both of us. But yes. Anything I want. I do want him to enjoy it most of the time, though, so I try to find ways to use him and abuse him and put him in his place that he gets some sort of fulfillment out of. He doesn’t always enjoy it physically. In fact, I really like seeing him uncomfortable and causing him pain sometimes. It’s just so hot to hurt him, even make him suffer, and know he is so devoted to me because I am his superior and he is my inferior that he will always be eager to let me cause him pain and suffering for my pleasure. But I know his limits and I don’t want him to ever doubt that as his owner I would ever betray his trust or not have his health and safety in mind. Because trusting me makes it easier for him to serve me with all his energy, without any hesitation or doubt.”

Alex looked back to me as he was telling Elliot about the dynamics of our relationship.

“But ultimately, I can do anything I want, and he will let me. Like this.”

Out of nowhere, Alex spat in my face. Then he did it again, into my mouth. 

Elliot liked that, and I wasn’t the only one who noticed.

“Go ahead,” Alex said with a friendly and amused smile.

Elliot shot a stunned look at Alex, who smiled at him and nodded his head with a little laugh of permission. My heart rate picked up and my breathing grew more ragged as I watched. Jesus Christ, this was awakening something new in me. I loved how Alex spat on me and his permission to some other, lower slut to do the same had me overcome with lust and a kinky thrill. It was so awesome that Alex would give someone else permission to demean me and abuse me. It made me think about how great it felt to have him give another man permission to beat me for fun. Exercising his ownership over me and my submission to him like this made me feel, as fucked up as it sounds, happy. Joyful, even. I had a core desire I still couldn’t understand, one that wanted my body and mind manipulated and abused and used and fucked up by Alex and anybody else he gave permission to. To be so powerless and helpless, at my God’s mercy and submissive to his whims and pleasures, endowed my life with such a blissful, perfect, satisfying, intoxicating, beautifully taboo meaning.

Elliot turned to me with a sadistic expression and I found myself pleading with my eyes for him to do it. And he did. The slut spit right in my eye. Alex smirked at that, seeing the way I just absolutely loved the degradation.

”Watch this,” Alex said.

Then he slapped my balls. He laughed as I recoiled and yelped, then rubbed my balls to soothe them and kissed me on the forehead.

“Let’s look at his hole,” Alex said, moving his hand from the small of Elliot’s back and wrapping it around his mid torso.

They walked around and without warning Alex slapped my ass, making me cry out. He encouraged Elliot to do the same, and he did. 

Christ, I love being objectified like this.

“Check out his hole,” Alex said, reaching out and easily putting a finger inside me. “He’s not usually this loose, but he rode my cock and edged me for more than an hour with his hole earlier today.”

Elliot reached out and played with the outside of my hole, then Armando announced dinner was served. They engaged in some small talk, then almost as soon as dinner was finished Alex went back to the subjects of sex and domination.

“OK, I’m going to fuck you in front of Jackson,” Alex told him. 

Alex walked his new slave initiate to stand face to face with me and reached out, sticking his fingers in my mouth to wet them. Then he took those fingers and coated Elliot’s hole before getting more from my mouth and wetting his dick. 

As was his habit, Alex didn’t warn Elliot or make any fanfare as he quickly lined up his cock with the twink’s pussy and bottomed out in one swift motion. Face to face with Elliot and now in considerable discomfort and even pain from the way I’d been bound for an hour and a half now, I watched the white slut’s expression twist in pain. I felt his hot breath on my face as he cried out. And I also saw, a little lower, his dick at full mast. If my mouth weren’t already spread as wide as it could go, I would have been smiling in sadistic satisfaction.

Alex didn’t give him even a half second to adjust before he began pounding Elliot’s hole ruthlessly. The slut was moaning and whining, but still tried reaching for his useless white dick. Alex noticed, though, and before the twink had a chance to grab ahold of the shaft my Master switched his grip from Elliot’s hips to his wrists and pulled them back. 

“Spit in Jackson’s face,” Alex ordered breathily as he powerfucked Elliot.

Elliot did as he was told. Moaning and whining and wincing, he spat right at me. It landed on my cheek.

Alex grew bored after a few minutes and pulled out his phone. At the push of a button, I felt my body lowering until my open gagged mouth was level with Elliot’s dick. Alex gave no command and sought no opinion as he stopped lowering me and shifted Elliot forward, plunging the white dick into my throat.

I gagged and choked and jerked but was powerless to stop it. Not that I wanted to. Each thrust of Alex’s cock into his new slave initiate’s ass sent the soon-to-be slave dick into my throat. Elliot, of course, didn’t last long.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, sir. I’m gonna cum. I can’t stop it. I’m sorry.”

Alex immediately yanked the white twink back so his dick was out of my mouth and kept fucking. Elliot kept moaning and warning that he was going to cum. Then he did it. Hot liquid shot out of his dick and splashed all over my face.

Elliot’s orgasm didn’t end the fuck, though. Instead, despite his sudden expression of pain at being so ravaged by Alex’s cock, my Master kept fucking the twink. When his breath grew ragged and his thrusts turned erratic, I knew my Master was close.

With a roar, Alex unloaded his cum, breeding Elliot deep. When he was done and had caught his breath, he pulled out and pushed to twink to the side, letting him fall to the floor in an exhausted heap.

“Lick your cum off my boyfriend’s face then go clean up,” Alex ordered him, walking out of my view and to our bedroom.

Elliot did as he was ordered, sitting up on shaky knees and licking away his cum as it ran down my face, then stood and walked away without a word toward the master bedroom to go clean up.

I hung there for another 10 minutes, alone, before Alex came back and started releasing me from the bondage.

”Elliot will be sleeping with Armando tonight,” my Master told me. “Since you were a good boy for me, I’ll let you ride my cock until I cum before we go to sleep.”

Laying in bed later that night, Alex having forbidden Elliot from having any sex with Armando and ordering the houseboy to ensure he followed that command. I was laying my head on Alex’s chest, watching an Korean drama with him and waiting impatiently for my opportunity to ride Alex and feel him breed me.

”How will it work if Elliot becomes your new slave?” I asked him.

Alex seemed to think for a second and started petting my head.

”Well, baby,” he started. “I’m going to build a harem of slaves. Houseboy will stay my primary servant, you’ll remain my boyfriend and my favorite slave. Elliot will just be another hole I can fuck. My goal, ultimately, is to have you plus four other slaves here. But this isn’t my only home.”

That shocked me. I had seen no hint that my Master had more than one property. There were still three rooms in this massive apartment I hadn’t seen.

“I have a beach house near San Francisco I want to put two slaves in,” Alex continued. “We’ll be going there for a little getaway sometime soon, but because I don’t have any slaves there you’ll have to do all the cooking and cleaning. Same thing for when we go to my cabin in the mountains in Montana. I want to put one slave there to take care of the place. And then I’ll see. I’m looking at buying a vacation home in Europe, too. That one would be bigger so I’d need maybe four slaves there.”

Knowing that the man who owned me had so much money, I still hadn’t imagined he was rich enough to have all that property, much less to provide and care for so many slaves. Maybe it should have worried me, with Alex planning to have so many naked, horny boys locked up in chastity submitting to his ownership and knowing that for him it would be only the most gorgeous boys, that I would eventually be replaced as his favorite, but it didn’t. I trusted Alex with my life. I also trusted in my own ability to work hard enough, serve and worship him well enough, that my Master wouldn’t have any need or desire to replace me as his closest, favorite slave or as his boyfriend.

”I’ll want to get you one, too,” Alex said casually. “A slave, I mean. Since you can’t fuck anything it’ll be more of a valet or an attendant, but it’ll be yours to own and use however you want. I’ll probably have to fuck it from time to time just to make sure its sexual needs are taken care of. But generally you would own it.”

I didn’t really have time to react. I felt a surge or lusty excitement as he told me I would own my own slave, but didn’t get a chance to verbally express it. Right after that, Alex grabbed me by the leg and spun me to straddle him. He spat on his hand, wet my hole and his cock, then ordered me to ride him. I sat down, feeling his cock sink into me, and started riding.

Alex’s cock, so big and powerful and perfect, felt right buried inside me. I lost track of all time and my thoughts as I was overcome by the throes of passionate sex, until I felt Alex’s cock twitching inside me, unloading hot and thick cum. When I was laying next to him again, I fell asleep peacefully and dreamed of having a cute slave like Armando, calling him to our room and ordering him to please my master while I watched, discovering a whole new way of worshiping my God by giving him the use of my own slave.