New Experiences

If there was a period of time in my life that dragged slower than the arduous wait until today, I don’t remember it.

I have been excitedly and nervously waiting for today since I met Davian on Sunday evening. He told me to be back at his house on Friday at 2:00 PM, sharp. However, he’d sent me a message this morning, telling me to come at 7:00 instead. I was bummed I had to wait longer, but he’s the boss.

Today is Friday. My car’s clock reads 6:56 and I’m still not at Davian’s. If I’m late, I’m sure to get punished. I’m not entirely sure if that makes me want to be late on purpose, for obvious reasons, or if I should try to make it on time to leave a good impression on his roommates, Dayton and Tanner.

I turn onto his street and stop in front of his house. It doesn’t take me long to get up the steps and I knock on the door before taking a moment to look at my watch.

6:59. I made it, but there’s no answer, so I knock again. After a bit, I look at my watch. 7:03. Time is moving so fast now; has it really been four minutes? I glance up and down their street, suddenly feeling like I’m being watched. What if one of their neighbors looks out their window and sees this suspicious dude standing on their neighbors’ porch?

I pull my phone out of my pocket and open Grindr. DomDav99, Davian’s username, says he’s offline and I have no new messages. I never got his number from him, so I can’t call him.

Feeling very nervous now, I press the doorbell. A couple more minutes pass with no answer. My mind begins to race. Are they not home? Did Davian do this on purpose? He said 7:00, and here I am and where the fuck is he?

I check myself then, remembering that I’m the slave. I’m the one who has to show up at 7:00 if they say it; they’re under no obligation to oblige. This all being new to me, I have no idea what to do. If I leave, I’m technically disobeying. I look up and down the street again and notice an older woman standing on her porch, looking right at me.

“Oh, hey,” a voice says behind me, making me jump halfway out my skin. My fear is stemmed by immediate relief when I realize the voice is coming from Davian’s house. When I turn, I see a man standing in the doorway.

Dayton’s pictures don’t do him justice. His dark-brown skin makes his emerald-green eyes seem like they’re glowing above his dazzling smile. Even if his short dreadlocks weren’t wet, it’d be obvious that he’d just gotten out of the shower by the streaks of water that run down his body, stopping at the grey towel he has wrapped around his waste. It does nothing to hide the bulge of his dick.

Dayton waves at the older lady and calls out, “Going to be a nice night tonight, huh, Mrs. Whipple?”

She gives him a charming smile and waves back. “It is, indeed, Mr. Colton, but perhaps you’d better put on some proper clothes, hmm?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replies respectfully. “Just didn’t want our guest to walk away.” She nods as if she understands and returns to pruning the rosebushes outside her house. I hadn’t even noticed that she’d stepped from her porch. But, then again, I hadn’t noticed anything but Dayton since he’d opened the door.

“Come on in, Charlie,” Dayton says. I follow him inside, kick off my shoes, and close the door behind me. Once I’m inside, his eyes scan over the length of my body. “Damn, Davian wasn’t lying; you are cuter than your pictures.”

“Thanks, same to you,” I say. Dayton flicks his hair with the back of his hand in a pretty girl kind of way.

“Oh, stop,” he says playfully, “you’re making me blush.” I chuckle at that as he says, “Sorry I didn’t get down to you sooner. If I don’t dry my dreads out, I’ll get water all over the floor. Davian said he’d be back by now, but I guess not. I’m going to go up and get dressed. Make yourself at home. You’re welcome to get a seltzer from the fridge, if you want.” Dayton gives me a wink before leaving the living room.

I do want a seltzer, in fact, so I go into the room I know to be the kitchen. Here, the black-and-white theme of the house continues. The floor is a white marble, black swirls prominent throughout. The same marble is used in the countertops, which sit atop solid black cabinets. All of the handles are silver, which match the fridge. I pull the fridge open and marvel at how full it is. As a college student working a part-time job, the minifridge in my dorm is never this full. For the first time, I wonder what they do for work.

I grab out a seltzer—this one is called “Citrus Crunch” and sip it. It’s even better than the watermelon one I had last week. As I sip, I wonder if they would be upset about me taking a look around their house, but Dayton did tell me to make myself at home.

I go back into the living room and poke my head into the other door. This one leads to a hallway where a staircase on the left leads up to the upper floor. To the right are two doors. The first is open, showing a bathroom. Again, the black and white theme is prevalent, making me wonder if the entire house is this way. I can’t say that it isn’t attractive. Clearly one of them must be one of those interior decorator gays. Do those actually exist, or is it a stereotype? I have no eye for interior decorating or, indeed, fashion. Something my best friend, Samantha, is quick to tell me. The other door in the hall is closed, and I’m not about to go through their house opening closed doors, so I contend myself with sitting on their couch.

I can’t help but looking to the end where Davian held me down and fucked my ass earlier in the week. Just thinking about it was making my cock start to swell in my pants, but I ignored it. I took another drink out of my can and realized that it was empty. I hadn’t meant to drink it that fast. Not sure how many I should drink, I go back into their kitchen and throw the can in the trash after squashing it.

“You can have another one,” Dayton says behind me, making me jump again. He giggled mischievously, as if he’d done it on purpose. “You’re jumpy, aren’t you?”

“No,” I say defensively. “I’m just…nervous, I guess.”

“Well,” he says slyly, “I have something that can help with that.”

“Oh, I’m not really into drugs, sorry.”

“No, not drugs.” He rolls his eyes. He crosses to the fridge and pulls out to seltzers, handing one to me. “Just alcohol.”

I feel relieved. I’d experimented with substances, but I didn’t like how most of them made me feel. We cheers and take large sips. I noticed his clothing now. He’s wearing a very nice salmon-colored shirt and tight black jeans with shoes so white, he must have just pulled them from the box.

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” I say, “but aren’t you a bit dressed up for what we’re going to be doing?”

“Davian didn’t tell you?” he asks. I shake my head. “We’re going to a gay bar.”

“Oh,” I say, feeling my disappointment start mounting. “Are we not—”

Dayton steps closer to me, which silences me. His eyes are barely six inches from mine. I feel their emerald blaze burn into me as I stare back at him.

“We definitely will,” he says, running his tongue across his lips. “But as Davian told you, we want to be friends with you, if you want. But, don’t worry—” he puts his hand on my shoulder and closes the gap between us before running his hand down my spine. His fingers trace the curve of my back, his finger sliding easily beneath the waistband of my shorts. He teases the top of my crack before withdrawing his finger, then forcefully grabs my ass, squeezing it hard and pulling me closer into him, forcing my groin to rub into his. Blood immediately rushes into my dick, stiffening it. He looks down, smiling at the shape through my shorts. “—we’re still going to have a lot of fun with you,” he says, finishing the sentence I’d forgotten he’d started. “Obey.”

That’s the command word, the one that means I’m in “slave mode”.

I begin to say, “Yes, sir,” but my words are cut off when his lips meet mine. I creep my tongue up to his mouth and he sucks it into his, pulling on it. Nobody has ever done this to me, but I love it. Too soon, he lets my tongue slide from his mouth and bites my lower lip, forcing a groan from me. As he kisses me deeper, his hand moves to my ass crack and he plays with my hole through my shorts, pressing his finger against it. His other hand curls around my throat, gripping tightly.

Suddenly, he shoves me against the wall, hard. And I love it. He pushes himself into me, his hand no longer on my ass, but on my face, his other hand still curled around my throat. His tongue is exploring my mouth. I can hear a slight echo in the empty, silent kitchen as our lips smack together. I don’t know if he knew it was time to let go, or if it was just coincidental timing, but he releases my throat just as my vision starts to blur.

And then he’s gone. He’s taken a step back from me, no longer touching me. His absence is an agonizing torture. I can see by the look in his eyes that he knows what he’s doing to me. I look down and see a spot of precum has soaked through my shorts. I want to stroke my cock, to cum right now, but know he won’t let me.

“Please, I—”

He shushes me, putting one finger up to his lips. “Don’t speak.” Even though he’s wearing jeans, I can see his dick through the denim. Dayton leans against the island counter of the kitchen, tracing the shape of his dick through his jeans, just looking at me.

“We were supposed to wait until after the club,” Dayton says. “But I kind of don’t want to wait.”

I want to tell him I don’t want to wait either. I want to tell him to whip his cock out, right now, and fuck me until I can’t see straight. But I shouldn’t. I was told to stay quiet. But if I disobey, maybe I’ll get punished. And that could be fun.

“I don’t want to wait, either,” I say.

“I told you not to speak,” he says. I can hear anger, but something tells me it’s not real. “I guess I’ll just have to punish you.”

My dick literally jumps in my shorts at that.

“I can see that you’re eager,” he says, his eyes trained on my crotch. “We can’t have that. You can’t be eager for punishments. So, I guess I’ll have to come up with a punishment that will deter this behavior.”

This makes me even more excited. Possibilities flash through my mind. Being choked, being tied up and spanked, having his cock pounding inside me so hard I can’t breathe.

“I know just the thing,” he says. “Release.”

Just like that, the spell is broken. Just that one word sends blood rushing away from my dick. Then, I remember that I can speak freely.

“That’s not fair,” I say as he chuckles. I hear the front door open and a moment later, Davian comes into the kitchen followed by Tanner.

Tanner is a good-looking man, but he’s nowhere near attractive as Davian. Tanner is the shortest of us all, probably somewhere around 5’6”. He has extremely curly red hair and freckles. He’s very muscular, much more than either Davian or Dayton, who are both lean with well-defined pecs and toned stomachs. I can’t see beneath Tanner’s baggy grey shirt, but he clearly works out.

“Oh, hey,” Tanner says, “I’m Tanner.”

“He knows that, dumbass, he’s seen your pictures,” Dayton says.

“It’s called being polite, Day. Maybe you should try it sometime. You probably jumped the boy the moment he walked in the house.”

“Judging by the stain on the front of his shorts, I’d say so,” Davian said, looking at my crotch. My dick had entirely deflated by this point, but the wet spot of precum could still be seen on the front of my shorts.

“We had a little fun,” Dayton said with a  wink to me.

“Wish I could join in tonight,” Tanner said. “It was nice to meet you, Charlie, and I can’t wait to try you out, but I’m having dinner with my mom tonight.” He shot Davian an angry look. I didn’t get why until Davian spoke.

“I’m sorry, man. I thought it was tomorrow. Don’t worry, we’ll leave him in one piece.”

“You’d better,” Tanner said. “See you guys!” Without further ado, Tanner left.

“So, what did you two get up to while waiting for us?” Davian asked, grabbing three seltzers out of the fridge. I held up mine to show I still had one. “Chug it,” Davian ordered. I looked down at the can, unsure.

“I don’t know, man. I don’t drink all that often and—”

“Obey,” Davian said, smirking. Not wanting to disobey an order, I chugged the can, then let out a belch. “You know, Day, I think we should go to the club later. I’m feeling kind of horny.”

“Thank God!” Dayton blurted out. “You,” he said to me, “get up on the counter.”

“Wait,” Davian says, and I stop. He leaves the room. This is the first time I’ve encountered this. What do I do when I’m given conflicting orders?

“If I may, sir?” I say, looking at Dayton, who nods. “What should I do when I’m given two different orders?”

“You follow the most recent one. We’ll decide amongst ourselves which one you have to follow.”

“What if you can’t decide?”

He steps forward, gathers a fistful of my hair, and forces me to look up at him.

“Then we’ll just punish you,” he says with a purr.

Davian returns, holding something in his hand. It’s one of those bowties that male strippers wear around their throats at bachelorette parties.

“Take off all of your clothes,” Davian says, “then put this on, and get up on the counter.

I strip off all my clothes, put on the bowtie, and climb up on the counter. They didn’t tell me how to sit, so I sit with my ass cheeks on the cold marble countertop and spread my legs. My cock was soft when I pulled my shorts down, but it’s become rock-hard again in just the time it took to climb up here. The both look at me hungrily for a moment before Dayton walks around the island, out of sight.

I can’t take my eyes of Davian. He’s easily the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, and he’s looking at me like I’m the last piece of chocolate cake and he’s ready to devour me.

I hear the fridge door open and wonder if Dayton is grabbing another seltzer, but the ones Davian had grabbed out for us are sitting next to me on the counter. Dayton comes back, holding a bottle of lube. Was that in the frisdge?

“I put something behind you,” Dayton says, “but don’t look at it yet. Right now, I want you to take this lube. You’re going to finger yourself, and we’re going to watch.”

This is what they had in mind? I was thinking of something involving their hard cock slamming into me, but I don’t protest. I squirt a good amount of the lube into my hand and find that it isn’t cold. Whatever Dayton pulled out of the fridge, it must be the thing behind me. I keep my hand scooped as I bring the small puddle of lube to my ass and spread it up and down my crack.

Davian walks to my right and drags two barstools in front of me. I make eye contact with Dayton as my finger circles around my hole, but his eyes slide down to my fingers. He and Davian start removing their clothing until they’re both entirely naked. Dayton’s cock is at least an inch longer than Davian’s and slightly thicker. Unlike the well-trimmed curl of pubes around Davian’s dick, Dayton is shaved smooth.

Davian starts to rub his, moving his hand up and down in time with my finger as it slides in and out of my hole.

Dayton is just sitting there, staring at me as I halt the motion, but massage my prostate. I can see a thick blossom of precum sitting atop his cock.

“More fingers,” Dayton says, and I oblige, skipping straight from one to three. I use my fingers to spread my hole open and Dayton lets out a small gasp. I start thrusting my fingers back and forth, a slick sound escaping every time I pull my fingers out.

“Why don’t you go help him, Davian?” Dayton asks. Part of me wishes Dayton would have come over and finish what he’d started earlier, but this is okay too.

“Don’t mind if I do,” Davian says. He gets up and walks up to me as Dayton moves his chair to the side, the better to see the action.

Davian picks up the bottle of lube, which I take a second to glance at. It’s watermelon-flavored, according to the label. I don’t have time to wonder why they chose this lube when I feel four of Davian’s fingers slide into my asshole. I gasp, causing Davian to smile. He doesn’t hesitate, just like on Sunday, but starts moving his fingers furiously, fingering my ass. The motion is driving me crazy, driving my cock crazy. It’s practically begging to be grabbed, stroked, sucked, anything!

Davian’s other hand, the one not currently stretching my hole, wraps around the back of my head. He grips my hair and forces my to stare right into his eyes. I can tell he’s enjoying this just as much as I am. He pulls two of his fingers out and uses the remaining two to find my prostate, which he starts massaging. Pleasure radiates over my body as he presses and kneads inside my hole.

“Are you ready for something new?” Davian asks. I nod. He reaches behind me and when he pulls back, I see what Dayton grabbed from the fridge—it’s a cucumber. It’s roughly the same size as Dayton’s cock.

“Oh, fuck,” I say.

“Oh, fuck, indeed,” Davian echoes. “Follow me.”

I dismount the counter and follow Davian, Dayton right behind me, to the room next to the bathroom in the downstairs hallway. Inside, I see that the black-and-white theme persists, although this room is fairly empty. In the center of the room sits a white bed with white pillows, white sheets, and a mattress on a black bedframe.

“Lay down, face up,” Davian orders. I immediately obey, remembering the last punishment, although I didn’t believe for a second they’d stop this now. I lay on the bed and allow Dayton to position me. He puts a pillow under my ass, forcing it up, and bends my knees towards me. I grab them, exposing my ass to them. They look like hungry wolves. Seemingly unable to help himself, Dayton slaps my ass, the sound falling dead in the room. I glance around and notice soundproofing squares hung about on the walls, their white color matching the walls perfectly.

 “You like when I spank you, bitch?” he asks.

“Yes, Master,” I say with a groan. I look between my legs at Davian, who’s holding the cucumber up for me to see. I can see that look in his eyes again at the word “master”. His expression softens slightly.

“You remember the safe word?” he asks. I nod, remembering that I’d chosen raspberries, of all words. “Good.” He pours a generous amount of the lube into his hand and works it over the cucumber. He places it on my hole, circling it slightly. I’ve got to admit: I’ve never wanted to be fucked by a cucumber before, but I’ll be damned if I didn’t want to now.

He pushes the tip of the cucumber into my hole and I gasp. It’s much larger than I had originally thought. It burns for a moment, making me glad I’d stretched out again before coming over. Davian grabs my cock with the hand that isn’t operating the cucumber and his thumb swirls my precum over the head. A shudder runs over my body and, without warning, he shoves the cucumber in several inches before pulling it out and shoving it right back in. He isn’t gentle, and I love it.

“Oh yeah, baby,” Dayton groans as Davian works the cucumber in my ass, “take that fucking cucumber. Fucking take it.”

“You like that?” Davian says. “You dirty little slave.”

“Yes, Master!” I gasp as he gives the cucumber a twist. I don’t know how much of the cucumber is left in his hand, but he’s slamming the vegetable into me until his fist meets my hole, all the while rubbing the head of my cock, using my precum as lube. Dayton is just watching, a look of horny fascination on his face.  

“I think your mouth needs a little work, how about you, Day?” Davian says, pulling the cucumber out with a sloppy-sounding pop.

“Oh, yes,” Dayton agrees, and so do I. I want Dayton’s fat cock in my throat. A moment later, as Davian starts leaning forward, I realize that isn’t what’s going to happen, and I realize why they had flavored lube. Dayton grabs me by the shoulders and shoves me up into a sitting position as Davian’s hand clasps around my throat. I open my mouth without really thinking about it and Davian shoves the cucumber into it. I start sucking it like it’s a cock. Between my ass juices and the lube, it tastes amazing, and I’m glad I cleaned out my ass.

“Take a bite,” Dayton says. I realize he’s now holding it. I bite down on the cucumber’s end and start chewing it before swallowing.

“That’s a good boy,” Davian said, still clutching my throat. “Open that mouth up.” I do, and Davian and Dayton take turns spitting in it, missing a couple of times and hitting my face. I don’t care. Their saliva feels so hot on my skin, in both senses of the word.

“Flip over,” Davian orders, and I do. I’m sitting on the bed doggy style with my ass facing Davian and my face toward Dayton. The cucumber has loosened my ass up enough that Davian slides right inside, even though he’s a little thicker than the cucumber. He starts fucking me roughly, his skin slapping against mine. Dayton grabs my head and forces his cock into my mouth. It takes a moment of stretching, but soon my throat opens for him, aided by the lube from the cucumber. Davian puts his hands on my shoulders and uses the leverage to drill into me, punishing my prostate with force. My moans barely escape as my lips wrap around Dayton’s cock.

Dayton pulls out from my throat and starts slapping my cheek with his cock, looking down at me. The combination of the lube and my saliva makes the slapping sound louder than it would’ve been without it. Dayton lays down in front of me.

“Service me, slave. Don’t forget my balls,” he says. I start at the tip of his cock, working my mouth over it and using my hand to stroke at the same time. Every time I go down, he thrusts his cock up to force it all the way down my throat. I pull his cock mostly out of my mouth and swirl my tongue over his head in a circular motion, forcing a shudder from him. My tongue slides down the shaft and I lick his balls before sucking one into my mouth, then the other.

“I want that ass,” he says to Davian, who pulls out of me and uses his grip on my shoulders to pull me onto my back. I can now see his cock, dripping with precum, ass juice, and lube.

Dayton puts a pillow under my ass and doesn’t hesitate before slamming into me. A gasp of pain and pleasure escape me as Davian comes close to my face and starts to kiss me. I’m sure he can taste Dayton’s precum and the lube on my tongue. I want his cock in my mouth. I want to taste my ass and that lube and I’m not left waiting long before Davian positions himself and slides into my throat.

One of them—I’m not sure who—grabs my cock and starts thrusting furiously. I’ve been teased and have been getting fucked for so long now, I can already tell I’m not going to last long, and neither is Dayton.

“Oh, fuck, I’m going to cum,” he says just moments before he starts to shudder. His thrusts become erratic and speed up, then stop suddenly as he thrusts deep into me. I feel his seed as it explodes inside me, filling my ass. This is too much for me, and it’s too much for Davian. He and I cum at the same time. His cum shoots into the back of my throat and I swallow every hot drop greedily as mine shoots across my chest, some of it hitting the underside of my chin. Dayton had left my body immediately, but Davian kept thrusting into my throat several moments after he’d came.

The three of us lay on that bed, exhausted and breathing heavily until Davian says, “Release.”

Even though I’m free to say and do what I want now, I don’t move. None of us do for a long moment. We just lay there, lube and bodily fluids dripping onto the sheets of the bed. It’s Dayton who sits up first speaks.

“You guys ready for the club?”