My life in submission to an Asian man

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From Chapter 8

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.

“Thank 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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Chapter 9

Punishment, Love and Slave Cultural Training

Note: This chapter included depictions of punishment and (through the nature of Jackson’s role as a slave, consensual) torture that might be triggering to some readers. I don’t want this to prevent anybody who might want to read the story from doing so, so I’ll mark the start and end with TW Start and TW End, in case you need to skip over it.

My face was still sticky with dried remnants of Yuto’s cum and spit as the three of us got into one of the showers at the gym.

Yuto and I split the duty of soaping up Alex. I got the front, which means I had the immense pleasure of staring at his magnificent cock and lathering it with soap, as well as massaging his pecs and running my fingers through his well defined godly abs.

The whole time my pussy was twitching and hungering for cock. It has been since I woke up, off and on, but the intensity of it hadn’t let up since Yuto and I were doing squats.

After he rinsed off, Alex told Yuto and me to wash each other. I think I enjoyed lathering soap all over Yuto’s magnificent body almost as much as I did Alex’s. His muscles weren’t as impressive but they worked well for his figure. This was the first time I permitted to touch his dick. I massaged his pecs and arms, admired his lean and taut abs, stroked his meaty flaccid cock, rolled his balls around in my hands.

On my knees in front of this minor god, I noticed for the first time that his legs had the lightest dusting of black hair. Alex was completely smooth except for his well-groomed pubes and armpit hair. I was surprised to find that I liked the lightly hairy legs. I’d always found body hair gross, but something about his slim, slightly muscled lower legs made me hunger for more of him. Would Alex let Yuto use me one day? I sure hoped so.

I paid equal attention to Yuto’s back, massaging his muscled, dimpled asscheeks and lightly massaging his hole with soap. I kneaded his strong shoulders and upper back and took my time with his legs.

After he rinsed, Yuto did the same with me. When it came to my locked up nub, Yuto spent time massaging around the base and under my balls.

After we were all cleaned up and dried off, Alex changed back into his regular clothes, Yuto got dressed and I was hooked back up to my leash.

We got in the car the same way and we were off.

When we got back to the apartment, I was struck suddenly with the realization that I would have to make that same walk back to the apartment as I had when we were leaving.

This time was easier, though I was still trembling lightly before I was even unbuckled and hooked back up to the leash. I had to remind myself over and over from the moment I got out to the moment we reached the front door to the apartment that Alex cared about me and wouldn’t let anything bad happen.

Standing outside his apartment, Alex teases me by playing with my balls and locked dick for a full minute in the hallway before turning to (very slowly) punch in the code to unlock the door.

Just as he put in the second of the five numbers in the code, I heard a door around the corner open and close. 

Alex stopped completely, turned to look at me and flashed an evil grin. He slowed even further his input of the code as we all heard the footsteps of the person drawing closer. He put in the last number and then opened the door, but didn’t move immediately to go inside.

The person coming was four or five steps from rounding the corner. I whimpered and looked pleadingly into Alex’s eyes.

He just chuckled.

Two more steps from the corner and he finally opened the door all the way and let me in. I practically dived through the doorway and just glimpsed the neighbor as she rounded the corner. Alex and Yuto walked calmly into the apartment laughing. When the door closed I felt almost angry, but that all washed away when as I stood Alex pet the top of my head.

Out of instinct I kicked off my shoes and socks and put them in their appropriate place, then for no particular reason decided to untie Alex’s shoes as Yuto did the same as I just had.

Alex didn’t say a word as I removed his shoes and put them in their spot, but when I looked at him as I stood I could see he was beaming with pride. Yuto was still in the process of stripping down when Alex and I walked into the living room. I looked at the clock on the stove. It was 4:03 p.m.

Armando had obviously recovered because when we walked past our bedroom I noted the bed made with fresh sheets and blankets. The Latino houseboy wasn’t in the living room, kitchen or master bedroom. I didn’t even thing about it as we kept walking toward a part of the massive apartment Alex hadn’t taken me before. 

We walked down a long hallway with two doors on the right, one door on the left and one door at the end. When we reached the door at the end, Alex turned to me with a serious face.

TW Start

“I wish this wasn’t necessary,” he said, “but you disobeyed me today when you covered your little dicklet nub and I can’t let disobedience go uncorrected. You’ll get your punishment in this room. This is the first time you need to be punished and your offense wasn’t a horrible one, but I want you to be at least a little prepared. Anytime we are in this room I am your punisher. I am not your friend. I am not your boyfriend. I am simply your Master, and whether I am simply disappointed in you or furious with you, I am going to hurt you and I am going to teach you to be a better slave.”

I felt immediate fear and dread coursed through me. I’d forgotten about my disobedience. I knew I had to be punished for it. Alex couldn’t let me get away with defying his righteous authority, I thought. 

He opened the door and turned on the light before yanking me harshly by the leash (I hadn’t even realized it was still on me, I’d become so used to it so quickly) and then shoved me to the floor before I had a chance to take in the room’s contents.

The door slammed behind me and then Alex let go of my leash and instead grabbed a fistful of my hair and started pulling me forward on my hands and knees. I shouted and yelped in fear and pain and shock.

The rapid change in his demeanor had me more horrified than I had been both times we’d almost been caught outside.

When he got us where we were going, Alex pulled up on my hair and I quickly stood. My Master, who I reminded myself was fully justified in his actions as I had clearly and knowingly disrespected him in my disobedience, grabbed ahold of my face with his strong free hand and made me look at him.

He held eye contact as he spat in my face.

“When a fucking bitch disobeys it’s Master, this is what happens,” Alex practically growled.

Even in my shock and fear I could tell that Alex, while not necessarily displeased with the fact that he was and would be hurting me, wasn’t enjoying this a fraction as much as he’d enjoyed the torture he’d put me through that last afternoon of my trial period. 

“What I say is holy scripture for you,” Alex continued. “You’re a white slut, lucky to have an Asian man like me. Remember that and don’t ever disobey your Master again.”

“Y- yes, Master,” I cried.

Alex slapped me across the face, hard. It wouldn’t bruise, but I could already feel my face getting hot and turning red.

“Don’t speak,” my Master commanded. “Outside of this room you are my boyfriend, but you can never, ever forget that you are also unquestionably, 100 percent my property. If I told you to go and fuck yourself on a dildo in the middle of a park, you are expected to say, ‘Yes, Master,’ and do it, trusting that I both am worthy of your unquestioning submission and will always protect you.”

With that, Alex spun me to face the wall. I was now standing, rather weakly, in front of a St. Peter’s cross. I offered no resistance as Alex restrained first my wrists then my ankles. Then he grabbed me once more by the hair and told me to open my mouth before stuffing my mouth with the underwear he’d worn at the gym (I hadn’t even realized he’d brought them back with him) and then a ball gag.

“You’re getting 10 lashes on your ass, five hard swats of your balls and then some time in solitary here with a few instruments to keep you thinking about what you’ve done wrong and why you won’t do it again,” Alex saidin a cruel tone. “Your skin won’t break. I will never leave you in a state that requires medical attention. But you will not enjoy this.”

Already I could feel my eyes stinging with tears. I tried telling him I was sorry, but the underwear and ball gag Alex had used stifled everything to a muffled moan or groan.

The first lash from the whip was horrendous, hitting me square in the ass. The second was worse as the leather licked my thighs just below my ass. I jerked and screamed and when there was a brief pause I started bawling.

Alex set aside the whip and picked up a small leather paddle. He reached between my splayed legs and grabbed my nub, pulling it back and brutally smacking my balls. I saw stars.

Alex— no, my Master, because Alex the master and boyfriend combo didn’t exist in this room, I corrected myself— didn’t give me any downtime. Two more rapid licks of the whip and then he hurriedly applied another smack to my balls.

I was dizzy with the pain, fighting to breath through the sobs. It’s strange how you can find clarity even in such pain. For me, it was a strange revelation. My Master was causing me pain and, quite honestly, agony. I wanted it to end, but I also wanted to resist any part of my brain that tried to beg for relief. I wanted to show my Master that I was repentant of my disobedience and understood the necessity for my punishment.

So when the fifth lash of the whip came followed quickly by the sixth, even as my knees gave out finally, I stifled as much of my scream as possible. I shut my eyes tight and repeated a new mantra in my head: “I will always strive to be a loving boyfriend and an obedient slave to my lover and Master.”

The torture continued until Alex had delivered his promised 10 lashes and 5 swats to my almost certainly bruising balls. Then he walked away for a minute. I fought hard and found my stength to get my feet back under me, so I wasnt hanging my the restraints around my wrist.

“It’s time for you to reflect on what you did wrong,” my Master said. “These will help.”

My Master went about attaching things to my body efficiently. He put nipple clamps on me, ones that delivered more pressure than what he’d used for the torture he wanted me to enjoy. He pulled at my back skin and attached wooden clothesline pins to me randomly. He connected something I quickly identified as a light weight to my dick cage, then put clips on my taint. Finally, he rubbed an ointment that was surprisingly soothing all on my ass and legs and balls where he’d been hitting me.

“As I told you, I’ll never let anything happen to you that permanently damages you,” my Master said. “But I don’t want to be forced to punish you again. So I’m hoping you’ll learn your lesson this time.

With that he turned and walked away, switching off the light and closing the door behind him. I was left in the dark, in pain, tied to the St. Peter’s cross.

I had no concept of time while I was in there. And I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to be thinking about. I’d already determined to never disappoint or disobey my Master ever again. So, I just repeated that mantra over and over until Alex came back into the room. 

Without saying a word, Alex walked over to me and started removing the pins. After he’s taken away the nipple clamps, he undid the gag and pulled the underwear out of my mouth. I looked up at him and could swear I saw sorrow in his eyes.

“Did you learn your lesson?” my Master asked me.

“Yes, Master,” I answered my voice hoarse.

“Good,” was his simple reply.

My Master undid my restraints, first my ankles, then with his body pressing mine firmly against the cross he undid the wrist restraints.

He wrapped his arms around me, under my arms, before backing away. Had it not been for him, I would have collapsed. My Master picked me up and carried me in his arms out of the room, turning off the light and closing the door behind him. When we walked through the kitchen area, I saw on the oven clock that only an hour and a half had passed. I wouldn’t have been surprised if it had been overnight. He took me to our bed and laid me down.

“Rest for a little bit, baby boy,” Alex told me. “I know that was bad, but you’ll feel mostly better before the night’s over.”

My body was sore as I laid there and allowed my heavy eyelids to close. The workout and subsequent torture had my muscles aching and throbbing.

But as he gently caressed my hair, I fell asleep next to Alex.

TW End

Alex gently woke me from my slumber about two hours later. It was only 7:30, but I was already feeling so much better.

“Let’s go take a look at everything in the mirror real quick,” Alex told me.

He helped me to my feet, though, miraculously, that felt almost totally unnecessary. Looking at myself in the mirror, my eyes were bloodshot and my as was a bright red. But there wasn’t anything else. No raised skin, no bruising. Alex knew exactly what he was doing with me.

He walked with me to the living room, where Yuto was launching naked in a chair and Armando was kneeling next to the couch. He sat down on the couch and had me lay down. 

Despite the punishment, I was surprised to find I felt no differently about Alex. Because he wasn’t at all different. I already knew that there would likely come times when I would have to be punished. He’s warned me that I wouldn’t like it. It was only fair and right that he followed through on his promise. 

The punishment room Alex truly didn’t exist outside that room. Here, he was boyfriend who cared for me and my Master who expected to get respect from his slaves and subs but would also treat them right.

Still a little emotionally exhausted from such an intense day, I instinctively knew what would help me find comfort and relaxation. I moved my right hand to the front of Alex’s pants and kept it there, look up at him.

With an amused smile, Alex nodded. Eager beyond what should have been possible with the energy I had, I undid his belt, button and zipper and fished out his flaccid but still large cock and immediately put it in my mouth, licking it and suckling on it as the four of us all watched TV together. 

His cock grew hard in my mouth and Alex pulled me of just long enough to shuck his pants all the day down. When he sat back down I put just the engorged head on my lips and kissed his cock, looking up at him sideways.

“Get these off of me,” he ordered, looking at Armando. “And both of you, on your knees in front of me.”

The two other subs did as they were told.

“Be good boys and share,” Alex ordered all three of us.

Armando went straight for Alex’s balls. Yuto started licking and kissing his shaft. I kept my focus on the swollen, velvety head. 

None of us were in a hurry. Our worship of Alex’s cock and balls was slow and sensual. He let us enjoy his manhood for a little bit before he unbuttoned his shirt and gingerly guided my face up to his, kissing my deeply.

“I’m glad you’re still my sweet boy, Jackson,” he said. “I was worried you might be distant after your first punishment.”

I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine. The only sounds were the four of us breathing and the slurping and kissing Yuto and Armando were continuing on Alex’s cock and balls.

“I deserved it,” I said meekly, not breaking eye contact. “I’m gonna do better. I’m so thankful to have you, to be yours.”

Alex kissed me again then guided me to kiss his chest and abs, working my way back down to his cock while giving extra attention to his navel.

When I got back to his cock, Alex got Yuto and Armando’s attention.

“I want you boys to put on a live show for Jackson and me,” he said. “Make it something a little more romantic this time.”

I got excited as I watched the two sensual, nude, gorgeous boys smile at each other and move to the rug in front of the couch. Immediately, from their knees, they embraced and began kissing.

I resumed my kisses on Alex’s cockhead as I watched the two boys, one with an impressive Japanese cock and impossibly sexy Asian body and the other with a locked Latino nub and glorious twunk figure. They pawed at each other, hands roaming across smooth bodies. Armando began kissing Yuto’s neck and then working his way further down, licking and sucking and nibbling his nipples, tracing the ridges of his abs with his tongue, passionately kissing his navel and then slowly but steadily taking his cock all the way to its root.

While Armando was busy swallowing Yuto’s dick, the Japanese dominant leaned forward and started teasing the Latino houseboy’s hole. It got moans from Armando, spurring him on to more desperately stuff Yuto’s cock as far down his throat as he could manage. 

Still licking and kissing and sucking on Alex’s cock, I kept my eyes fixed on the scene. It was live porn that I could enjoy while worshiping my Master.

Alex ran his fingers gingerly through my hair as Armando looked sideways at us, taking Yuto’s whole dick down his throat then raising his eyebrows in a sexy “what do you think?”

The leisure blowjob and fingering continued for about 10 minutes, then Yuto firmly but slowly moved Armando into a 69. The Latino slave dove back down immediately, sensuously onto the big Japanese dick and moaned at Yuto’s tongue on his balls.

Yuto swiped Armando’s nuts a few times then followed his taint as a trail to the boy’s hole. He didn’t miss a beat before feasting on the slave boypussy.

Watching this and having not been allowed an orgasm for days, my locked white dicklet turned itself into a faucet and my hole twitched, craving attention and to be filled. As if to confirm my growing suspicion that Alex could read my mind, my Asian master started casually teasing my hole. He sighed in pleasure as his attention drove me to open my mouth as wide as possible and shove his hole cock down my throat, using what I’d learned in our recent training sessions to relax my throat and swallow him to his base.

“Ohhohoh,” Alex moaned. “Your skills with that little white throat are getting better. Such a horny, slutty bitch.”

Jesus fucking Christ. Would his praise, delivered in such a demeaning way, ever stop having this effect on me? I was so proud of myself and even though I was the one giving him autonomy over my body, I felt immensely lucky. 

I was beginning to realize, I thought to my self as I slowly drew my head back up and then slid his massive cock back down into my throat, that Alex really was deserving of being a Master. Aside from his obviously superior qualities, Alex put me in chastity and drove my lust and horniness through the roof. He praised me, made me feel comfortable and safe and confident. But at the same time, in part because I naturally knew I was inferior to this Asian God and in part because of my pent-up sexual need, his degradations gave me the same butterflies as when he called me baby boy or told me he was pleased with me.

When I took a break from the slow deepthroating, I looked up to see Yuto had three fingers impaled all the way in Armando’s ass. The Latino slave was pushing back on Yuto’s fingers and moaning like a desperate faggot slut despite being abusively wrecked just that morning. I was envious of him. While I knew I didn’t (and probably never would) have so strongly a masochistic drive as Armando, seeing how he could please his superiors in seemingly every way and get pleasure out of their use of him was astounding. And the fact that he rebounded so quickly and completely. 

Just hours earlier, Armando had been beaten, abused, fucked to exhaustion. And here the Latino slut was, craving more cock and hopelessly craving not his own pleasure but Yuto’s. I’m just the little while I’d been with Alex, I’d found my elusive dream for my life was to learn and grow into a perfect slave and servant and lover for my Master. How could such a rapid transformation be possible?

When Yuto pulled his fingers out of Armando with a quiet popping sound and directed the bottom to lay on his back, I resumed my deepthroat worship. One of the hottest things to me was watching the moment of penetration, and I assumed it was the same for Alex. I wanted to give him the most pleasure possible as he enjoyed the sight of his submissive friend impaling his lowest caste slave.

My nose in Alex’s pubes and my tongue wriggling frantically as much as I could along his silky smooth, hard as steel shaft, I reestimated Alex’s cock length to be 8.75 to 9 inches. Massive, at least to me.

Gagging as I started to come back up, I felt Alex’s hand on the back of my head. He pushed down and groaned as he held me there. I thought, a little surprised, that he was ready to cum already. But that wasn’t the case. Instead, as I focused on keeping myself calm despite the feeling of suffocation, I heard him moan lightly as Armando whined and whispered “Oh, please, fuck me harder.”

Alex grabbed a handful of my hair and slowly used it to guide, not pull, me up off his dick. He used his other hand to turn my face to watch as Yuto found his rhythm. The Japanese twunk bent down and smashed his mouth against Armando’s without missing a beat.

Alex released me from his grip and gently scratched the back of my neck while we watched the scene together. I fumbled around for a second, searching for and taking ahold of Alex’s cock, slowly pulling the foreskin back and forth over the head. His hand slid down my back to my ass, groping at my cheeks and slowly massaging them.

Armando didn’t last long. About 10 minutes in to the fuck, the Latino let out a cry, almost a squeal, and started spraying cum all over his body. Yuto thrust in and out a few more times before pulling out slowly. He knee-walked around to Armando’s head and ran his fingers through the boy’s hair as he laid his thick uncut dick on the houseboy’s lips.

Armando opened up and took the cock into his mouth. He reached up with his hand and pulled the foreskin back as he licked and kissed the superior cock presented to him. Alex pulled his hand back, stuck his middle finger in my mouth and then slipped it between my cheeks to massage my hole as we watched this.

When Yuto put half his dick into Armando’s mouth, Alex pressed his middle finger gently inside me. I gasped at the first penetration of my hole in what felt like years but in reality was only days.

“I decided to fuck you today instead of waiting until next week,” Alex said nonchalant. My heart skipped a beat and the biggest smile found its way across my face. “Gotta get this hole ready. You’re almost tighter than you were before I claimed your virginity.”

Alex had me wet his index and middle finger and then slipped both into my hole. I was being stretched out (which judging by the pain it cause, my hole tightened entirely back up super fucking quickly), but Alex was very precise with his actions so as to create as little contact with my prostate as possible. Yuto kept a steady, relaxed pace as he fucked Armando’s throat. After a few minutes, Alex added his ring finger and Yuto pulled himself out of Armando’s mouth. The pain in my pussy was still there and still sharp, but not nearly as strong as when Alex started working me. Yuto began desperately jerking his cock before he threw his head back and his breathing grew labored. When he let out a long, deep moan signaling he as cumming, his back arched and his dick went back into Armando’s mouth. He fed the slave his load, then pulled his cock out and laid it, now slightly deflated, across the houseboy’s lips.

When Yuto caught his breath, he laid down next to Armando and put the slave’s head on his chest, cuddling him.

“That was a good show,” Alex announced. “I think I’m gonna take my boy to our room now and fuck his white pussy. You two relax and enjoy some time together.”

A thrill overtook me as Alex scooped me up in his arms and started walking. 

“We don’t want to be disturbed for a little while,” he called out behind him as he made our way to the bedroom.

I was overflowing with admiration as I looked up at Alex and took in his handsome features. His light Asian complexion. His flawless skin. His eyes strong yet kind. He was perfect model material. Granted, I’m not hard on the eyes myself. But I felt something I couldn’t describe. Something more than lucky or blessed. I was the kept bitch of such a perfect man. His owned property. His prized sex toy. An object he valued and knew he had complete control over, yet somehow equally a boyfriend he cared about and wanted to provide for and make happy.

Relishing in the heat coming from his body, I reached up gently felt his smooth, perfect pecs. As he continued walking us to the bedroom, I slowly circled his right nipple with my index finger.

Cradled in his arms, Alex carried me into the bedroom and laid me down. He gently grabbed my right arm and cuffed my wrist to a restraint attached to the back of the headboard. Then he did the same with my left.

I didn’t question it, just watched him. The sun was already set by now, so after Alex bound me to the bed he took off his shirt and turned on the two bedside lamps, casting a soft illumination across the large master suite.

Hypnotized, I watched him climb on the bed and position himself above me on his hands and knees.

“What does my little whitey Jackson need right now?” Alex asked me in a husky, breathy voice. His eyes where lusty and the slight smile drawn on his face was almost doting. “Does my baby boy need to be used?”

Consumed by desire, I had to swallow before I could speak.

“I need you to use me, Master,” I whispered back.

“No, no,” Alex corrected with a soft laugh. “We’re alone right now. I’m Alex. I’m your boyfriend. I’m here right now to care for your needs.”

He stared into my puppy dog eyes. I was at a loss for words. It was obvious the power dynamics here hadn’t changed from what they were at any point since we met. They were just playing out differently. I was still here, in bondage and chastity on his bed. But more than any time since Alex staked his all powerful claim over my virginity, his demeanor toward me was that of a traditional couple.

“I want to make love to you tonight,” Alex said. His voice carried that same tone of delicious, seductive dominance. There was no venom, but there was unquestionable authority. “My sweet, cute boyfriend has the same needs as any other white bitch. You need an Asian man to use you and fuck you and own you and dominate you. But I want to give you something more than just what you need tonight.”

“Unhh,” was all I could manage at first. I was putty in his hands. Then more words came to me. “Please. Yes. Please make love to me. Let me feel your body and worship it. Let me experience your love and lust.”

I don’t know where it came from, and it felt cheesy to say that. But I think it turned Alex on as his cock jumped a little. I could feel it bouncing on my belly.

There was precum drooling from his cock. And, it should go without stating, my locked dick-turned precum faucet was turned up to 100 percent. It was like a constant stream.

“We’ll get those straps off and you’ll be free to move around in a little bit, but first I thought I’d enjoy this delicious body of yours,” Alex told me.

He leaned down, brushing his lips against mine. I opened my mouth to give him entry, but he backed away slightly. I followed as far as my current state would allow, but he kept out of reach. A devious smile danced across his face before he leaned back in, teasing me again as his upper lip just barely touched mine. The next kiss was real, but short. He moved on quickly to kiss my cheek then my neck then to nibble on my earlobe, still a little sore from the relatively new piercing. I was a heap of moaning, writhing sex addiction.

He came back and kissed me for real this time. No tongue but long, slow kisses. Alex moved his legs to my right side so he was no longer straddling me, without breaking the kiss.He leaned on his side and used one hand to pet and caress my body. While our lips danced against each others’, Alex ran a hand over my taut stomach, feeling my abs that were flexed in pleasure and anticipation. 

Alex broke the kiss to turn his attention to my neck. As he nibbled and licked and kissed and sucked, his hand moved up to my left nipple. He drew circles around it before gently pinching and tweaking. Electricity shot through me.

I was nearly comatose because of the affection and pleasure he was so methodically creating. One little tweak of my nipples made me curl my toes, bend my knees, clinch my ass, arch my back. A little nibble or suction on my neck made me involuntarily throw my head to the side. I was a whimpering, moaning slut in the throes of pure ecstatic bliss. It was torturous pleasure, just so much stimulation on my orgasm-starved body at once that it almost hurt. But not for a single second did I come close to wishing it would stop.

When Alex moved his lips further down and suckled on one nipple while teasing the other with his fingers, I thought I would cum. I was stuck on the cliff of an orgasm, held there by some immovable force. My caged dick jumped and jerked. The head of my nub felt the intense sensation of orgasm. But it didn’t stop, and the orgasmic release never came.

My teeth were clinched and I was whining a constant high pitched moan. Time stood still. Alex was truly a god of sex. He knew exactly what he was doing as the hand manipulating the nipple not in his mouth slid down slowly, arduously to my left thigh, then to my balls. His fingers lightly danced across them and my back felt like it was going to fold in half backward. A pleasure-filled wail spilled out of me. If I was on the cliff edge of orgasm before, I was now tied to a rope and dangling from it. 

It was obvious as my arms tugged involuntarily at the restraints why Alex had decided to tie me to the bed. Being so insanely close to release, I was certain if I had my arms free I would be flailing about and doing anything and everything possible to finally tumble over the edge. But Alex wanted me to experience this mind-bending state. The thought somehow found coherency in my sex-addled brain that I didn’t think it was possible for anybody anywhere at any time to have ever experienced such torturous, amazing, otherworldly pleasure. None of the gods or spirits or powers in the universe could have done this. Alex had created a paradise of such intensity it was incomprehensible.

Then, with jarring abruptness, it stopped. My body convulsed and my teeth ground and I was pulled by the metaphorical rope over and away from the cliff of sexual release. My fists, tied above my head, clenched. My feet were almost cramping. Every muscle was tightened. And then I suddenly relaxed, panting and exhausted.

“Why?” was all I could whimper.

“Trust me,” was Alex’s soothing response.

My Asian God let me catch my breath, then slowly he moved lower on my body as he made sure I kept my eyes locked with his. He stuck his tongue out and rested the tip just immediately below my belly button. He kept it there, just that contact shooting tendrils of electrifying nirvana throughout my being. When he started a slow lick up above my belly button, my back was once again raised off the bed and my eyes slammed shut. A guttural moan escaped clenched teeth as he licked up the center of my abs, then went down and did it again.

Just like that, I was right back on the edge of the cliff. But when he moved even lower, spreading my legs and kneeling between them, and reached up to tweak my nipples at the exact moment his warm, wet tongue started lapping at my sore, hurting balls, I don’t know how to describe it as anything but a dry orgasm. It wasn’t release but I felt like I was cumming. Nothing shot from my locked nub. And it once again didn’t stop as if I were cumming in a real orgasm. It just kept washing over me. I’d been shoved over the edge but there was no end to the fall. The intensity and the pleasure of an orgasm without the release and relief.

I was practically having a seizure from the sensations, moaning and screaming and babbling incoherently. Incapable of forming a single complete thought. 

So when Alex again stopped, it was a brutal shock to my body. I jerked violently for a second before becoming immobile and sobbing. Not of sorry or pain or a wish for this to end, but an inability to comprehend the heaven I was experiencing.

I had gone limp when Alex grabbed ahold of my legs by the knees and pushed them back. He planted light kisses on the insides of both thighs, then without hesitation began devouring my hole. It was a physical relief from the amazing sensations that took violent hold of me moments ago. Now instead of crying out and losing control over my body I felt a wave of relaxation spread through me while he ate my ass.

When he finished, I was miraculously revitalized. Still sore from this scene and everything I’d experienced throughout this impossibly long day, I found myself filled with energy when Alex put the head of his cock at my mouth, seeking entry. I opened excitedly, my head turned to the right, and he began slowly thrusting in and out. But when he began teasing and tweaking my nipples again with that thick, long cock in my mouth, I moaned so loud I was certain that, despite the rapid obstruction and freeing of my airways, I could be heard by Yuto and Armando all the way in the living room. 

This was like a dream come true for me. I’d seen so much Japanese porn where some hot twink or twunk is presented to the camera and his body is treated like some interactive peace of artwork by a man to whom the boy submits. He hands over control totally and allows the man to use his hands, his mouth, his throat, his ass, his cock. The subject is treated as an object and sex toy but also as a priceless sculpture. And that’s what Alex was doing to me. He was watching me convulse and writh and jerk and strain and moan and cry and sob and pant, all because of his manipulation of my body he treated as both a simple sex toy and priceless artwork to send me to a higher plane of existence my physical form couldn’t handle. And he basked in the way his skills and power and control played such a cruel blessing on me.

Just because he was the dominant to my submissive, the master to my slave, the owner to my property didn’t mean he could only receive pleasure and assert domination by using or abusing or humiliating or fucking me to give himself physical pleasure. Here, even as he focused on making me feel so fucking phenomenal it melted my mind, he was in control. He had the power to create this experience I could never provide for myself and just as easily to take it away. He used this attention to my enjoyment and to what felt good for me to assert his ownership.

And yet, he’d also made this clear that he was doing this for me. It was a way to express the care and adoration he felt for me.

When he was done feeding me his cock, something he knew I truly loved all the way to the deepest parts of my soul, Alex got up and left me panting on the bed. Already needing again to recover my strength, I didn’t see where he went. He had nipple clamps, a bottle of poppers and one other toy I recognized but couldn’t name when he walked back in.

Having already warn the other clamps as part of my punishment, my nipples were a little raw and sore. But I realized when he was tweaking and sucking and nibbling on them that more than anything they were more sensitive than normal. 

“These will be very light pressure, so they should be enjoyable,” Alex said as he put the toys on the bed and gingerly, carefully clamped my tits. There was in initial stab of pain with each one, but then they began sending constant signals of positive stimulation throughout my whole chest. Then Alex picked up the poppers and put them to my nose. I inhaled the fumes once in each nostril and felt my whole body go warm and my head spin.

Then he picked up the other toy. I recognized it as a sort of vibrator wand. Not meant for penetration but rather external stimulation.

He turned it on and put the vibrating piece directly on my caged nub. Immediately I was right back where he had me before. I was practically gurgling out a moan and seeing stars. Then he moved it to my hole and I felt those same tides of revitalization as when he’d eaten me out. Not quite as powerful as his tongue and mouth, but the same general effect. 

He kept it there and leaned forward to kiss me, driving his tongue in. I moaned into his mouth as he ran his tongue everywhere inside mine, then he pulled back and maneuvered into a position where his magnificent cock hung above my lips and he could lick at my balls. He kept the vibrator wand at my pussy and lowered his cock slowly into my waiting mouth.

I used my lips and tongue to push his foreskin back and did the best I could with what little brain capacity I had at the moment to bathe his cock with my tongue. Alex thrust in and out gently, not going deep but giving me his cock to enjoy. I was barely able to make out the light moans from him as I did my best to service him amid the sensory overload.

Then, again, he abruptly stopped everything. I may have blacked out for a second, because next thing I knew he was sitting next to me, brushing my hair back with his hand.

“You having fun so far baby boy?” Alex asked me.

“Y- yes,” I managed. “I… ooh… I’ve never felt anything… like that.”

Alex just smiled at me, seemingly proud of himself.

“With how worked up you are and how cock-starved that ass pussy is, it may be hard for you through this next part,” Alex said. “I’m gonna untie you, then I’m gonna make love to you. I know you might cum right away, or you might be able to find the strength to hold it off. And if you do cum, you might still enjoy getting fucked.”

He smiled at me reassuringly and I beamed back at him with puppy dog eyes that I’m sure made me look like a pitifully starved cockwhore. 

“Tonight has been and still is about us enjoying our pleasure together,” Alex continued. “But you’ll have to remember that even if you cum too soon and you really, desperately want it to stop, it’s not over until I’m finished. You belong to me, and that means whenever I want to use your pussy, I’m going to. And I’m going to use it as long and as hard as I want. Understand?”

Alex kept brushing my hair with his fingers and as he was speaking had started gently caressing my inner thighs, pubic area and balls. I was practically floating, but I was still coherent enough to understand what was going on, what he was saying.

“Yes, I understand,” I answered. My voice was soft but filled with undeniable lust and hunger.

“That’s my good boy,” Alex said, grabbing ahold of my balls and massaging them. 

His voice was that same mix of soft, happy, seductive, authoritative and kind tone that dripped with charisma and didn’t match the words he said. His tone seemed to convey, ‘I care about you. I am nothing to be afraid of. I might even love you,’ even as his words were something along the lines of him owning me, my wants and needs coming second to his, my station in life and the universe as naturally inferior to him as an individual and then, to a lesser extent and only when he wanted to emphasize race, all East and Southeast Asians. 

That combination should have felt incompatible and like the absolute biggest red flag. But instead, it conveyed genuine kindness even as he claimed the role of the superior dominant figure that was rightfully and naturally his. He cared for me, he truly did. And while his feelings for me meant he would do his best to make sure I was happy and comfortable, it didn’t mean he wasn’t going to take what I owed him by right of nature. What he already owned and I simply possessed as a way to show him my devotion.

“It won’t matter even if you cum and then scream and beg me to stop before I’m done, so just be a good bitch for me and just accept it,” Alex said, maintaining that charismatic tone. “I’m not stopping until I’m ready to stop, no matter what happens. OK baby boy?”

I nodded slowly but without hesitation or reservation.

Alex uncuffed my wrists without another word and positioned my hands behind my head, my fingers interlocked.

“Stay like this while I get us both ready. Got it?”

I again simply nodded and Alex smiled and picked up the line from the bedside table. He coated my hole and used a couple of fingers to spread some lube inside, then applied generous amounts to his cock.

When he was lined up, Alex told me I could move my arms. He rested my legs on his shoulders and leaned forward, folding me backward until our faces were an inch apart. Our eyes locked, he slowly pushed forward. Having been stretched and rimmed and eaten out and relaxed, my hole opened up to welcome his cock inside. I was still tight enough, but he’d loosened me up so the initial pain of penetration wasn’t my primary experience.

Instead, gazing into his perfect eyes and him gazing back into me, I gasped and moaned as the object of my greatest desire in life, denied from me for such a short time that was already an eternity too long, filled me. 

“Oh my fucking god,” I moaned. “Jesus fucking Christ. I need you, Alex. I need you. I need you. I need you.”

My arms found themselves wrapped around his shoulders. I felt his hot breath on my face and knew he felt mine on his. This moment, where I submitted to him so completely and he provided with so much thought and care the thing I needed most, felt like something that I could only describe as love.

In that moment, I realized, was the moment I truly devoted my full self to this submission.

His cock slid in so smoothly. So slow. When he bottomed out, I couldn’t believe that I was craving to have even more of him inside me. Even just that slow thrust out an immediate and constant pressure on my prostate. My entire body had tensed as I tried to hold back orgasm. Had I not been so focused on him and his face and the emotions I felt in such an intimate and sexual moment, I haven’t a single doubt I would have unloaded days worth of cum in a half a heartbeat.

But when he started sliding out, nothing could stop it. As my cum violently, almost painfully exploded from my locked dicklet, I leaned forward and pulled him down toward me with all my strength. Our lips locked and just stayed there as he continued pulling out and I continued spraying cum over both of us. I was still in the throes of orgasm when Alex started his slow thrust back in. And then again when he pulled out.

The third thrust marked both an increase in speed and the end of my orgasm. But it didn’t signal the end of my pleasure. We began kissing in earnest as he pulled back out, then thrust back in. He began a steady increase in pace until less than a minute later, Alex was pounding my whole with abandon. I moaned and yelped and shouted and whimpered as five minutes in I already felt a second orgasm building. Alex’s right hand found it’s way around my throat. He applied just enough pressure to add a little effort to each labored, panting breath.

“Good white boy,” he panted, breaking our kiss.

“Oh my god, Alex. Oh my god. I need you. I need your cock. I need you to own me. I need you to use me. I need you to control me.”

Alex picked up his speed even more. I thought it would have been impossible, but he proved me wrong.

My second orgasm blasting out of my locked dick, Alex turned me on my side and, without breaking the fuck or the pace, laid down behind me. One hand grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back. The other wrapped around my throat and squeezed just a little harder.

“I own you, bitch,” Alex grunted.

I cried out, his words spurring on my messy and extreme ecstasy as cum continued to shoot from my dick.

“Yes, Alex,” I whined. “You’re my master, Alex. You own me. I’m completely and wholly your bitch.”

The force of his thrusts increased again and I started to experience the pain of his powerful cock drilling and pounding me. But I would never think to ask him to stop. The pain only added to the pleasure. Again I felt myself getting to unload. Three full loads in 15 minutes. My breaths came in and out as wheezes as Alex grabbed my throat. His stuck his tongue in my ear, swirling it around, and that send me over the edge again.

The orgasms wracked my body and leached me of my energy, but somehow the moment it was over, Alex’s next thrust brought my energy back. He started kissing my neck, and that somehow seemed to extend my third orgasm long past the last volley of jizz.

His cock felt so good, so natural inside me. I felt what I can only imagine religious people try to describe when talking about being in the metaphysical presence of their deity. 

When my third orgasm did come to a halt, my moans turned to grunts and my whimpers turned to sharp yelps. Now it hurt. But for some reason I wanted it to. The hurt, I would realize later, was proof to myself of my devotion to Alex and his needs. It was evidence that giving him my body to use and enjoy how he saw best fit was the most important thing in my life. 

And when Alex drove his cock into me one last time, so brutally fast and hard that I screamed and had to hold back tears, when he unloaded his precious, priceless cum deep inside my guts, I knew I was in the right place, with the right man, to fulfill my purpose every day for the rest of my life.

Both of us were panting in exhaustion. And without moving a muscle, Alex’s still raging cock lodged in the deepest part of me, we both fell unavoidably to sleep.

When I awoke randomly in the middle of the night, I opened my eyes to see Yuto’s sleeping face. I was laying on Alex’s chest on his right side and Yuto on his left. I’d stayed passed out, I realized, while Alex wiped the extreme amounts of cum off my body and put cuffs on my wrists and ankles. While connected to the bed by nylon bonds, I had enough slack to maneuver. I smiled as I looked up at Alex’s face. I planted a single soft kiss on his right nipple and fell back to sleep happy. Being enslaved to this man was more than I could ever ask for.

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Author’s note

Speaking of things that are more than I could ever ask for, all of you have been so wonderful to me! I’m shocked and thrilled that so many people have enjoyed my little story. I’ve heard a few suggestions and requests, and I promise I’ll be fulfilling at least two of them in Chapter 10. 

Please let me know if there’s anything you want to see more of, less of, or if there’s anything you want me to try to add! This story primarily comes from my imagination based on my own kinks, fetishes and fantasies. Some of the suggestions I’ve heard from y’all (especially the raceplay- and Asianwashing-related suggestions) have opened my eyes to new kinks and fantasies and I’m so excited to explore in this story — and oh my fucking god, absolutely must try some in real life ASAP — how they might play out. Thank you for sharing your sexy, kinky imaginations with me and for letting me share a bit of mine with you ❤️

More to come, and I’ll be doing my best to update this story more frequently!