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!

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From Chapter 7

He stayed there for about a minute, panting, before he pulled out fast and hard, then I watched as he suddenly shoved Armando to the side, sending him off the bed and to the floor in a heap.

My face must have betrayed my horror at that, because as I jerked upward to look at Armando and Yuto fell to the other side on his back, Alex put his hand on my shoulder.

“He’s OK,” Alex said.

And looking at Armando’s face, I knew it was true. He looked content and even happy, though every once in a while he would grimace.

Alex stood and then crouched beside Armando, his still-naked cock and balls hanging deliciously between his legs. He brushed Armando’s hair back and cooed at him.

“How are you feeling, Houseboy?” he asked in a rare moment of blatant concern for the slave. I knew he was always concerned for his Latino toy, but it was uncommon that he didn’t hide that concern.

“Amazing, Master,” Armando answered. “Thank you so much for giving me this. I love you so much. Thank you for letting me serve. Thank you for letting me be abused like this.”

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Chapter 8

Pushing the Bounds of Comfort

We laid on the bed for about 20 minutes, none of us speaking but Alex occasionally making out with Yuto. At some point, I found Alex’s soft cock in my mouth again. I was growing addicted to this, having his flaccid cock in my mouth and just holding it there, not sucking or swirling my tongue around it but just keeping still, warming it with my mouth.

I didn’t pull my mouth off of him until Alex announced Yuto needed to get dressed and we both needed to get ready to go to the car.

I stood up and walked over to the closet, waiting for Alex to come over and pick out my outfit, when he looked at me quizzically.

“What are you doing?” Alex asked.

“I’m- um… I’m waiting for you to pick out my clothes, Master,” I answered, confused. 

“You’re not getting dressed,” he said, his tone thick with amusement.

“Oh, I thought you said I was going, too,” I replied.

“You are,” he told me with a little laugh. “Go wait by the door.”

I hesitated for a moment, but seeing he was serious I bowed to him and walked to the front door. I could feel my stomach churning with nerves and at the same time my dick trying to expand in its prison, another confusing experience of fear and arousal. Was my Master really about to take me, completely naked, out into the halls of the apartment building?

When he and Yuto showed up, fully dressed, Alex grabbed my collar and fastened it around my neck, then attached the gunmetal black chain leash.

I didn’t say a word as he did that, but in my mind I was screaming for an explanation. For the first time, I felt the fear so strong it was threatening to bring me to tears. Alex must have seen that, because he put his finger under my chin and lifted my face to look at him.

“Do you trust me, Jackson?”

I tried to speak but realized I might not be able to control my fear if I opened my mouth. Instead, I just nodded. 

“Then trust me,” he said firmly.

I nodded, then found my voice.

“What if somebody sees me, Master?” I managed to whisper.

“You don’t need to worry about that,” Alex said. “You’re with me. I’ve ordered you to come with us but not to put on any clothes. So that’s what you’re going to do. It’s not your job to worry about anything else.”

I was shaking from head to toe when Alex opened the front door and started walking out. When I couldn’t get my legs to move, he wordlessly looked me in the eye and gave a quick, sharp yank to the leash. Realizing I had no other options if I wanted to please my Master (and I couldn’t think of a single thing in my life at this point more important than making him happy), I tentatively raised one foot and stepped forward. 

Finding a balance was difficult. My legs shook and my knees felt weak as I stepped out into the hall. Alex smiled as the door closed behind me, then reached down and gently played with my balls.

“Good boy,” he said in a voice that was in reality probably near a whisper but to my terrified ears sounded like a booming, inappropriately jovial shout.

Alex stepped past me to the door and pushed the button on the keypad to lock it before doing a quick pat of his pants pockets to make sure he had everything he needed. The care free mentality he had as my eyes darted back and forth and my posture slouched in an attempt to make myself smaller only made my anxiety that much more powerful. But after only a few seconds standing in the hallway wearing nothing but a cage on my dick and a pair of tennis shoes, the adrenaline kicked in.

My dick started a pathetic, hopeless attempt to harden, pushing out against the cage and painfully straining against its confines. The terror was still coursing through me and I was still frantically looking around and hoping against hope that nobody would walk out their front door and see the little white twink naked but for a chastity device and a collar with a leash held by a strong, dominant Asian god.

But as Alex finished checking to make sure he had everything, I felt the tiniest, faintest voice in my head asking if that would really be such a bad thing. What did it matter if anybody saw me like this? It would be humiliating, sure, but I wasn’t ashamed of myself right now. I was serving my Asian Master exactly as he’d asked me to. Thinking about taking his gorgeous, glorious, thick monster cock down my throat and up my twink pussy reminded me how proud I am to worship and serve and submit and obey.

Deciding even as that voice found a little more strength in my head as I looked at Alex, his youthful face yet confident and mature posture and his muscles that while not grotesque appeared bulging in the form fitting dark blue dress shirt tucked into those black slacks that perfectly framed his perfect, strong ass and prominently but not preposterously displaying his worship-worthy bulge, that the anxiety and terror weren’t going away and would probably never be overpowered by my desire to serve my Master, I made the conscious effort to focus on the pride I felt.

I didn’t even notice my hands had both gone to cover my locked dick until Alex put his finger under my chin, gently lifting my eyes to look into his and breaking me from my reverie.

“Don’t cover yourself, baby boy,” Alex ordered softly. “Walk with your hands to your sides. You said you trust me. It’s time to prove it.”

He held eye contact as I used immense willpower to force my arms to my sides.

“So what if someone sees me?” I thought as Alex started walking ahead and I took dizzy, shaky steps to follow him. Every step sent shocks of fear through my whole body, even as my locked white dick nub’s fight against the cage announced outwardly that I was electrified with lust and horny excitement.

“If someone sees me,” I thought as I watched the door at the end of the hallway appear to stay the same immeasurable distance away even with each step, “it won’t matter. I belong to Alex. I am his property. I have no business worrying what other people think of me or of this scenario.”

I wasn’t able to convince myself, but thinking those thoughts over and over again kept me steady enough to keep up with my Master and Yuto as they walked a few paces ahead of me. They were talking casually, neither of them looking back at me. It was as if they were out walking their dog and the dog couldn’t comprehend their words or in any way respond.

They weren’t that far off. I was so in my head, repeating a mantra of submission to find the strength to suppress my fear and begging that door into the garage to just move closer already, that where words were nothing more than muffled white noise. 

“I have no reason to be ashamed,” I told myself in my head, my breath shaky but my stride becoming slightly less burdened with horror. “I am the slave and property of Alex Hwang-Tanaka. I am blessed with the opportunity to submit to him. I have no reason to be ashamed. I am the white slave property of Alex Hwang-Tanaka. I am blessed with the opportunity to submit to him.”

I repeated it in my thoughts over and over with slight variations, losing my concentration on the door. And before I knew it, we were there. Ready to step out into the garage.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I thought. The garage. Out in the open. Cars coming and going. Windows. Open areas. 

I took in a sharp breath and every muscle in my body tensed violently as Alex opened the door. With another quick, sharp yank and a word of praise I barely comprehended, I followed Alex and Yuro out. 

We were taking the Range Rover out today. It was in one of Alex’s reserved parking spots three spaces down to the right from the door.

My Master led us there and opened the passenger door, motioning for Yuto to climb in.

“Jackson,” he said, his voice sharp and authoritative but not angry or cruel. 

He made sure I made eye contact with him. At that point I noticed my eyes were tearing up a bit with fear. I don’t know when they started.

“Stay,” he ordered in that same voice when he knew he had my attention. He releases the leash and I instinctively tried to cover myself again. I stopped myself and stood there obediently as he leaned into the passenger seat and buckled Yuto in as he did me, but when I heard the “thump thump” or a car in the garage ahead of us it was all I could do to simply stand still. My hands went to my locked dick and tried again to hide at least in part my nudity.

When Alex turned around he met my eyes with a look that spoke louder than a shout, seeming to say, “Come on, baby boy. You already know to keep your hands to your sides.”

Trembling all over as I heard the car overhead move to the garage floor directly above, I somehow managed to take back control of my arms and move them to my sides. Alex took hold of the leash and started walking me to the back door. He opened it as I heard the car turn and start heading straight for us. His hand on the back of my neck, firmly but causing no pain, Alex guided me slowly into the vehicle.

I let out a whimper as I climbed in at the torterously slow pace my Master controlled, unable to stop myself. And as soon as I was inside and out of view, I looked out the back window to see the car come directly into view. Two seconds later and I would have been seen.

Unable to stop myself, I broke into tears. I couldn’t look at Alex, but when he spoke his voice was calm, compassionate and yet still strong.

“Ohhh,” he cooed comfortingly. “None of that, baby boy.”

With the sudden relief of all my fear, the walls broke and I started shaking almost violently. Alex gently scooter my naked ass across the back seat bench and climbed in next to me, slipping his left arm over my shoulder and pulling me in to rest my head on his strong chest.

Now instead of fear, I felt embarrassment flood my senses. Yuto was in the front seat, hearing me break down, as if my own Asian God’s witness of this wasn’t bad enough. I worried that I must be embarrassing him.

“There, there,” he said. “It’s OK. Just breathe.”

His voice and the firmness of his chest and the warmth of his body and the sound of his calm, steady heartbeat put an almost immediate stop to my tears. I opened my eyes and in what would later feel like such an irrational panic looked at his shirt, terrified that I had gotten it wet with my tears. I didn’t see any signs of that and for some reason that made me feel suddenly calm.

“The first time doing that is always the hardest,” Alex said. “You need to trust, though, that you are never in any real danger with me. Embrace the fear of it and let yourself be proud of how you’re obeying me, giving me such total control, despite that fear.”

I nodded but didn’t speak for fear that opening my mouth and trying to find words to respond would be too much and would overload my emotions again.

“I’ll always protect you,” Alex said. “I might scare you. I might hurt you. I might at times be sadistic and enjoy your pain and fear, like I was making you walk here like this. But even if you’re terrified or in pain or humiliated, you have absolutely no reason to doubt you are ultimately safe with me. You’re my boyfriend and you’re my property. I care for my boyfriend and protect what belongs to me.”

With that, Alex held me tight a minute longer before letting up a bit, keeping his arm around my shoulders and stroking my bare leg with his free hand.

“I’m sorry, Master,” I croaked out when I was certain I’d found emotionally solid ground. “I didn’t mean to disobey you. Or embarrass you in front of another man.”

Alex chuckled at that.

“You didn’t embarrass me,” Alex said reassuringly. “And, yes, you questioned me and disobeyed my orders to keep your hands to your sides, and we’ll be correcting that when we get back home. But you’re still learning, and you’re allowed to learn. I have to correct you so you learn, but I’m not upset or angry with you and you didn’t embarrass me. Overall, you did well.”

Correction made me nervous again, but more strongly made me feel relieved. I would be punished for my disobedience, but Alex wasn’t angry with me. 

“Thank you, Master,” I said with true conviction behind my words. 

With that, I weakly feigned an effort to sit up straight as a way to tell Alex I was OK now, even though I didn’t want to leave his embrace. I realized as I sat there and he held me a moment longer that even as I was experiencing a total emotional breakdown, my dick hadn’t stopped straining painfully to break free of its confines in the chastity cage.

“I really was made for this,” I thought silently. “I’m a submissive bottom slut who really does need to be owned and controlled and taken care of by a man like Alex.”

With that came also the sense that my natural submission was due in part to my whiteness and his Asianness. While I knew in the truest part of my intellect that there is no different in value that would make me naturally inferior to Alex because of my whiteness and his being Asian, and while I knew with certainty that the raceplay was also on his end just play, I felt inexplicably excited at the thought of myself being less than him, unworthy of freedom when the option of enslavement to such a gorgeous and strong and confident and intelligent and wise Asian man was available to me.

When he felt certain I was calmed down, Alex moved his arm away and let me sit up. He buckled me in to the center seat of the bench, the leather warm from the weather and slightly adhesive because of the light sweat that had broke out over my naked body.

Before exiting the car and closing the door, Alex reached over and gently took hold of my balls, rolling them in his hand despite how tight they were in the desperation for sexual release.

“Trust in me,” Alex said hypnotically. “I promise I will always keep you safe.”

With that, Alex reached behind the seat and pulled what appeared to be another leash from behind it. He unhooked the chain leash and hooked on this new restraint.

“This is attached to the seat,” he said. “You don’t take it off unless I tell you to.”

“Yes, Master,” I replied.

“I have other restraints built in here, but we’ll just use this today,” he told me.

My Master patted my locked dick, then caressed my left cheek and kissed my right before getting out of the Range Rover and closing the door.

He got in the driver seat, started up the car and we were off.

We drove for about 45 minutes, the whole time my eyes warily watching out the windows. I felt even more exposed here than I had walking through the hall or standing in the garage, but after Alex’s reassurances that he would always keep me safe I wasn’t as fearful. Instead, I just felt indescribably horny.

When we pulled in at the small gym, I get my heart rate increase again.

Alex pulled up to a garage right attached to the gym and honked twice. A few moments later the door opened and he drove in. 

Inside was an ethnically ambiguous man in what I estimated to be his late 40s, dressed in basketball shorts but shirtless. He was well sculpted, a little bulkier than Alex. He had some body hair but was very obviously maticulously groomed and his face was cleanshaven.

“That’s the gym owner,” Alex told me casually as he turned off the vehicle. “He’s a friend and someone I mentored in how to be a good dom. His gym is closed during the day, so he lets me bring my toys here to keep them in shape while nobody else is here.”

Alex didn’t tell me the man’s name and instead said I wouldn’t be interacting with him much. If I needed to call him anything, I could say “sir.”

True to Alex’s word, the man greeted my Master with a hug when he got out of the car, said a few words I couldn’t hear and headed into an office off from the garage.

Alex unbuckled Yuto and helped him out first, then switched me back to my leash and helped me out before we all three walked through a door into the main building together. Alex guided us to the locker room where he ordered Yuto to strip completely while he took my leash and hung it in his locker before he started changing into gym clothes.

Watching Alex undress, even still, was like a revelation to me. Seeing the face and body of God. The way his taught, lean muscled moved as he took off his clothes down to his tight briefs that left little about his glorious cock to the imagination then put on a tight fitting t-shirt and shorts that went down about mid-calf. 

Alex then led us back into the main gym. Still nervous but significantly, I felt my locked dick leaking precum like a faucet as I surveyed the sleek, new equipment on the gym floor. There were no windows low enough to look out or see into but the walls were covered with mirrors. I saw myself in one and felt a new level of understanding about who I was already and who I was becoming.

My pale skin, the beginning of muscles on my chest and abs, some definition to my arms and legs. And, of course, my dick encased in metal. I was totally hairless below my eyes. My dark hair was a bit of a mess. I hadn’t fixed it in the mirror before we left the apartment. 

But as I soaked in the sight of my naked body in the gym, my eyes kept being drawn back to my locked and leaking white nub. I recognized fully for the first time one of the practical outcomes of the cage. I was so horny I couldn’t comprehend it. My entire mind was consumed with it. Lust had become my primary instinct, powerful enough even to overcome paralyzation from fear. While not maliciously as far as I could tell, Alex was using my sexual desperation to manipulate me. 

The word didn’t sound right in my head as I thought it, simply because it connotated a deviousness, an underhanded and clandestine way to break a person and force them to think or believe or behave in a specific way through use of lies and deceit. Alex was not deceitful with me. He wasn’t lying. True, I likely wouldn’t have overcome the anxieties that would, had I not been so wired sexually because of the chastity device, created hesitation and doubt in my decisions to submit to him. 

But without chastity, I realized, I would have come to recognize my deep-seeded desire and even need to be possessed by him. To be dominated and owned and controlled. Alex hadn’t, as far as I could tell, lied to me once. Would a therapist think the relationship I was embracing and for which I now yearned healthy? Almost certainly not. But that didn’t matter. I was excited by it. I felt a strange sense of fulfillment from it. My decisions to submit made me happy. They were still nerve-wracking at points, but even already I was thinking back to that walk to the car from the apartment and reveling in how hot it was that I did that. That Alex ordered me to do that. That I gave him such control over me, that the thought of denying him didn’t occur even in my most intense moments of hesitation or terror.

Because it was so soon and the budding relationship I found myself in with Alex was so non-traditional, it felt weird to think that I was falling in love with him. I knew in my mind that the things I felt were influenced by lust and hormones and lack of sleep and the sudden and intense emotional nature of my still-brand-new life. But there was no denying that, whatever the reason, I already worshiped Alex without reservation. 

I was pulled from my thoughts when a finger made contact with my locked up dick. I looked down then up to see Alex was collecting with his index a thick, syrupy strand of precum from the tip of the cage. He chuckled as he added a second finger because of the copious volume, then moved to Yuto. He stood in front of the Japanese twunk and dabbed his dry index finger in the puddle of precum and then painted something with it on the switch’s forehead.

Then he opened the mouth of the young twunk and put his fingers in. Yuto didn’t say a word or so much as give a questioning or hesitant look to Alex as he closed his lips around the fingers and cleaned my precum off of them.

“Alright then,” Alex said, playfully smacking Yuto’s large, flaccid cock (100% a shower) and watching it swing. “Yuto, you’re going to instruct Jackson and take him through your whole routine. We’re turning this twink into a light twunk. He’s leaking so bad that every time he stands up, you will lick any precum off the equipment. 

“Jackson, when he cleans up your precum you’ll thank him,” Alex continued. “I’ll be doing my own workout, but I’ll be by at some point to have my balls drained so be ready for that.”

He laughed at that, then smacked my ass before walking off to do his own workout. 

There was something so wildly kinky about working out naked with Yuto. I was still wearing my collar and tennis shoes and Yuto had on tennis shoes, but aside from that and my chastity device we were completely naked as we ran on the treadmill.

I couldn’t take my eyes off Yuto’s cock as it swung back and forth while he ran. How he didn’t get hard I couldn’t figure out. When we got about halfway through the weight machines, Alex walked up and watched Yuto finish a set before simply grabbing the Japanese stud by his hair and shoving his cock in the twunk’s mouth as he opened it to gasp in surprise in a little pain. 

Watching that wordless act drilled even deeper the fact that Yuto and I are, at least sometimes, nothing more than sex toys. Our consent for my Master to use us was implied. And correctly so. 

He fucked Yuto’s mouth for about five minutes straight, ruthlessly pounding into his throat as the Japanese switch’s clock hardened instantly and stayed that way. Yuto didn’t gag or try to get away even once. All he did was moan and grab ahold of Alex’s thighs for a little extra support to stay upright through the jackhammer thrusting. A true pro. 

When suddenly Alex pulled out and gently pushed Yuto’s head away, I knew it was my turn. I was so eager I dropped to my knees fast enough to bruise them, not that I cared. I knelt there with my mouth as wide open as I could get it, a half second away from drooling when Alex thrust his entire length into the back of my throat. I did my best to open up as he’d taught me, but I wasn’t Yuto’s level yet. I gagged and coughed around the invading cock but Alex didn’t miss a beat. This was how I would learn.

After the first three minutes, Alex’s cock moved in and out my throat smoothly. I did my best to keep my tongue moving and my teeth off the cock I worshiped and another 10 minutes of non-stop assault on my throat, Alex finally groaned, tensed, lodged his cock all the down my throat and began shooting off volley after volley of his precious cum.

I swallowed greedily even as my brain screamed at me that I wasn’t breathing. Alex stayed where he was for about 30 seconds after the initial explosion of cum, his cock twitching every few second to blast out another smaller shot of cum as my body started to involuntarily spasm in panic. But I kept my hands away from my Master’s body and managed to control the urge to pull back, knowing he would release me before I got anywhere near actually passing out.

And he did. When he pulled out, Alex quickly dropped down to grab me as I fell over. He kept me from hitting the floor, helped me stand and kissed me deeply, exploring my mouth with his tongue and no doubt sampling his own cum.

“Good boys,” he said when he let go of me. “Yuto, don’t cum until after the workout and I’ll have a special surprise for you.”

He flashed me a smile as Yuto bowed his acknowledgment, leaving me with butterflies and wondering what Yuto’s surprise was if if it had anything to do with me.

After the machines, we went to the squat press and bench press. Yuto’s cock didn’t deflate entirely through the squats and while he was spotting me he stood back a little further than he might should to keep from touching my ass with his dick.

When Alex came around to start his workout with the free weights after my second rep, he walked up behind both of us and grabbed ahold of Yuto’s hips, guiding the twink right up against me.

“You gotta make sure my boy has support if he needs it,” Alex said.

Yuto’s dick was practically lodged between my asscheeks now and grew from half-erect to fully hard in seconds. It made my already aching nub strain harder against the cage and increased the difficulty of the squats tenfold. Then Alex did the same when it was Yuto’s turn, guiding my body to be right against Yuto’s and pushing my nub up into his asscheeks.

Alex walked away as we finished up sets there, and I watched him do bicep curls until we were done.

When we went over to the bench press, Yuto went first. His cock deflated under the exertion at that point, and when it was time for him to spot for me Alex again told him to get in the right position. 

He guided Yuto so his now-flaccid dick and relatively low hanging balls were only about an inch from my forehead, and when I went down with the bar his cock and balls rested momentarily on my face. When I was done with that set, Yuto was again fully hard and I could tell Alex had enjoyed watching his two sluts like that.

“That’ll do for today,” Alex said. “Yuto, you can sit on Jackson’s face and he’ll rim you while you jerk off and then you’ll give him a facial.”

I looked up past Yuto’s cock and and and pecs to see his face light up just like mine was. Sure, we’d just gotten sweaty in our workout and I didn’t love the idea of eating a sweaty hole, but the chance to both rim Yuto, who I decided to coin as a minor god under Alex, and then get his cum all over my face, was like a dream come true, though admittedly a very recent dream.

Still laying on the bench press, I watched as Yuto lowered himself onto me. He put most of his weight on my face, truly sitting, and I pried the muscular, dimpled ass apart and started licking.

Because he truly was sitting on my face, I was able to let go of Yuto’s cheeks right away and bury my face in them, licking his hole and down as far as I could to his taint, occasionally forcing my tongue into his surprisingly tight, recently used hole. I was in heaven as he jerked off and his balls slapped rhythmically on my chin.

Then Alex completely shocked me.

“That dick looks tasty,” he said.

I immediately stopped everything, as did Yuto, with my tongue impaling his ass. I’m pretty sure Alex stunned him as much as me, both of us sending what was to come after that.

“Stand up.”

Alex nudged my feet off to the side of the bench press and sat down.

“It’s been a while since I sucked a good dick,” Alex said. “I don’t do it usually, but Jesus fucking Christ do I enjoy it sometimes.”

With that, Alex pointed to the floor in front of him and Yuto moved to stand there. 

I watched my master grab ahold of Yuto’s dick with his left hand and then smack the Japanese balls with his right. Yuto yelped and jerked up onto the tips of his toes.

“I’m gonna suck your dick,” Alex said. “Don’t confuse this as me not being the superior, dominant master. Your body belongs to me, at least as long as we’re together, and I’m going to use it however I want. Is that understood?”

We both replied with a synchronized, “Yes, Master,” and Alex smacked Yuto’s balls again, getting the same reaction.

“Just for good measure,” he said with a smirk of the abuse to Yuto’s balls. “Let me know before you’re about ready to cum.”

Alex opened his mouth and my eyes felt like they were going to bulge out of my head as I saw him take Yuto all the way down to the root. He started a quick back and forth, moving his left hand to massage the Japanese twunk’s balls and his right to massage his asscheeks.

He may not suck dick often, but apparently my Master is good at it. It wasn’t three minutes before Yuto cried out his warning.

“I’m gonna cum, Master!”

Alex immediately pulled off and began stroking Yuto as me professionally maneuvered the big sucked Asian to sit on my chest. He aimed the angry dick right at my face.

“Keep your mouth closed and your eyes open and looking at Yuto,” he ordered me as he lifted my head up with his free hand. Yuto’s dickhead rested on the bridge of my nose, pointing slightly down.

Yuto cried out as Alex kept stroking and then fired a massive first volley of cum erupted. It soaked my lower face, pouring quickly down my nose and to my cheeks and a little over my lips. I looked at Yuto as his face was twisted in pleasure, his eyes locked with mine as Alex moved my head so the second rapid shot hit my left cheek. The third was directed at my forehead, the fifth at my right cheek, fifth at my lips with Yuto’s dick pressed so hard against them that despite my mouth being closed, a little of his cum found it’s way to my tongue. It was delicious. Sweet, salty, acidic. 

The final, weaker blast of thick Japanese cum was shot on my chin. Then Alex slowly lowered my head to lie back on the bench press, released Yuto’s cock to leak the rest of his cum on my neck, right where my collar bone parted and just below my actual collar. 

“Neither of you move a fucking centimeter,” Alex said.

I watched as he pulled out his phone and turned the camera to us. I was suddenly and irrationally anxious about having my picture taken nude, my face covered, my dick locked away and a freshly spent Japanese minor god sitting my chest just as naked as me but with his still-mostly hard cock free and leaking the last of his load.

The volume of thick, fresh cum this Japanese Twunk could produce was absolutely insane. He’d bred Armando just hours ago, but it was as if he’d been without an orgasm for a week.

Alex snapped some pictures with us like that, then some over Yuto’s shoulder looking down at me and the Japanese boy’s cock and body. He got so many different angles of it I lost track and the cum was just starting to dry. He got some close to my face where he could see Yuto’s cock. Some where my face was out of focus but visibly painted with Yuto’s load while the Japanese boy was in full focus.

Then, for the last one, he told us to smile.

Smiling allowed more thick, delicious Japanese cum into my mouth. 

“Don’t swallow yet,” Alex commanded quickly.

As I was hung up on the “yet” part of that, Alex got photos of both of us then close ups of my face with me smiling.

“Show me the cum in your mouth,” Alex said. “On your tongue.”

I used my tongue to push the cum up to my lips and Alex got more photos. He waited for a moment then gave me another command.

“Swallow.”

Surprised but having zero desire to question his order to do something I knew wholeheartedly I wanted anyway, I gulped down the cum.

“Kiss him, Yuto,” Alex ordered.

Yuto gave me a devilish grin and leaned down to start making out with me, sliding back and laying his body down on mine. It was then that I realized Alex was taking video of our action together. 

“Start licking your cum off his face while you kiss,” Alex commanded. “Swallow some of it and share the rest with Jackson.”

Yuto immediately complied. He alternated between a tongue battle with me, licking his cum off my face and feeding some to me.

Holy fuck. This was hot. Yuto’s mouth was smaller than Alex’s, as was his tongue and just generally the rest of him. As we made out, he bit my lip and explored my mouth and invited me to do the same. 

I was going crazy with a lusty light head.

When all the cum was gone, Alex told Yuto to stand up. Rock hard from the action he’d just directed, Alex bent Yuto over my chest and spat on in his own hand as he dropped his shorts.

Alex’s cock coated in his spit, he quickly impaled Yuto. The Japanese boy yelped and tensed but Alex wasted no time before powerfucking the well muscled ass.

“Thanks Jackson for lubing your hole for me,” Alex shouted.

“Thank you, Jackson,” Yuto cried out.

“You’re welcome, Sir,” I answered breathily. “Thank you for sharing your hole and your cum with me.”

Alex was on a mission, and hearing us talk like this must have been doing something for him because it wasn’t five minutes before he buried himself deep inside Yuto and started cumming.

He rested there for a minute then pulled out.

“Let’s hit the showers.”

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Hope you’ve enjoyed this chapter! I’m trying to get more consistent with writing and posting these, but because I get so horny writing them I usually have a hard time finishing them in one sitting. Maybe I need to try putting myself in chastity the way Alex has done Jackson, forcing myself to write a full chapter before jerking off

Thank you so much to everyone for all the feedback. I’ve gotten some suggestions for things fans want to see included or explored, and I’m working on ways to fit all of that in!