The Master's Choice

Rex had taken a slave only recently—a good-looking kid named Andrew, who was eager to fill the position of the Master’s one-and-only boy. The black-haired kid bonded strongly with Rex, attaching himself to the Master like a chain-link permanently interlocked to its neighbor. But then Collin came into the picture, blond and blue-eyed. He had applied for Rex’s slave position as well, even before Andrew, but arrived for his interview several days later than he’d planned because of unexpected transportation problems. Since the kid had traveled far in order to meet Rex, the Master agreed to give him the interview.

Collin had a strikingly handsome build—square jaw, square shoulders and a sleek muscularity that the Master found particularly sexy. The kid’s height was identical to Andrew’s. The two guys shared other similarities too, even common attitudes and likes. Both had submissive natures and mid-range voices that made them sound much younger than their early twenties age.

Andrew’s reaction to Collin’s presence was not positive. He rightly considered Collin a threat to his newly-forming relationship with Rex. He said nothing about this to the Master, of course, but he didn’t have to: his face and eyes spoke for him. Rex saw Andrew’s jealousy right away, and contrived an interesting punishment for the fledgling slave: he would have him watch Collin’s interview.

The Master conducted the interview in his dungeon. Andrew sat nearby, jockstrapped, with wrists chained to the wall behind him. As instructed, Collin stripped off everything but his skimpy brief. He sat on the floor near Andrew with his back against the wall. As with Andrew, Rex fastened chains from the wall to his outstretched wrists. His legs were spread far enough apart to give Rex a nice view of his crotch. Collin looked at Andrew nervously, as if mentally asking him what would happen next. The slaveboy surveyed every inch of his potential rival. He didn’t like the dude, though he had to admit to himself that Collin had a fantastic physique.

“Slaveboy, what do you think of his build?” asked Rex, deliberately inflaming the slave’s smoldering emotions.

“He has a good body,” replied the kid coldly.

Rex turned again to Collin. “Andrew has the position you were hoping for, boy. What would you do to get it?” asked Rex.

“Anything sir, ” replied the Collin, gazing at the Master’s incredibly ripped body.

Rex looked at Andrew. “Sounds like he means, it, doesn’t he?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Let’s find out,” said Rex.

The Master stepped closer. The smell of his leather gear began to enter Collin’s nostrils. He loved it and breathed in deeply. He stared at the black leather items Rex wore on his well-muscled body—cap, gloves, vest, brief, boots—and wished he could lick each of them. The Master took another step forward, planting his left boot near the applicant’s crotch. Collin knew his groin was a likely target, but he didn’t try to shield the area in any way. He kept his thighs open, looking unafraid. Rex moved the heavy black boot onto the front of Collin’s brief and pressed down into the kid’s dick. Collin gasped, but didn’t flinch.

“You like my boot, boy?”

“Yes, sir!”

Rex pushed its sole down harder. Collin braced himself.

“You want more?”

“Yes, sir!”

Rex increased the pressure. Collin winced but made no sound of protest.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes—yes sir,” said Collin, trying to hide the painful truth from his voice.

“Yeah, your dick likes it too. It’s gettin’ stiff.” Rex moved his boot, grinding the sole into the lengthening bulge.

Rex went on grinding, forcing the cock to stretch out as far as it could. The shape impressed him—narrow, unusually rigid and reaching beyond Andrew’s eight inches. “You’ve got a long one,” observed Rex. “Long enough for two boots!”

Rex put his hands against the wall and brought his right boot down across the top half of Collin’s rod. The kid’s mouth opened in shock as all of Rex’s 210 muscular pounds pressed into the full length of his pole.

“This is what happens to a slave! Do you like the pain, boy?” asked the Master.

“Yes, sir!”

Rex bounced on the rod several times while keeping his boots pressed into the brief. “Can your cock take it?”

Collin grunted out a positive yet pained response. Rex repeated the downward bounces. Andrew’s cock grew tighter as he watched the kid try to deal with the punishing maneuver. Finally Rex ended the torture and stepped to the floor between Collin’s legs. Allowing little recovery time, he raised a boot and gave the kid’s balls a single yet powerful kick.

“Ah!” shouted Collin, instantly grabbing his hurt testicles.

“Take your hands away!” ordered the Master. “Put ‘em behind your back and leave ‘em there!”

Collin followed the order. Rex then slammed the steel front of his boot into the balls again. The kid automatically brought his legs together in agony. A sickening pain gripped his gonads and gut. His aching testicles told him to escape before it was too late. But Collin knew he had to follow through with the interview. Something drew him to Rex like a magnet and he wasn’t going to give up this soon. He opened his thighs again for the Master, but slowly and fearfully.

“How many more of those can you take, boy?” asked Rex.

“How many can your slave take?” answered Collin.

The Master grinned. “Three.”

“Then I can take five, sir.”

Andrew looked at the blond-haired stud sharply, realizing that Collin definitely intended to fight for the position of Rex’s slave. The Master raised his boot and drove it into the testicles once more. Collin shrieked in anguish, but gamely kept his thighs spread apart, ready for more. Rex kicked again. The kid’s screams made Andrew’s cock jump. The fourth kick numbed Collin’s balls and groin. Andrew smiled, confident that one more blow from the boot would finish off his competitor.

The fifth kick devastated Collin. He was now in so much pain that he didn’t even feel the strike. He wanted to roll on the floor, clutching his balls. But he could only stay still with the arms chained to the wall. Cum began to ooze from Andrew’s cock as he watched Collin’s suffering. Andrew enjoyed it, yet one fact remained: the kid had bested him in the very first challenge.

“Still want to be a slave?” Rex asked Collin.

“Not anyone’s slave! Only YOUR slave,” gasped the kid. He looked up at Rex with tears of pain in his eyes.

The kid’s unexpected passion greatly impressed Rex. The Master thought for a minute, and came up with a plan. “Here’s the way it’s gonna be, boys. Since you’re both determined to be my slave, we’ll have some tests to find out who demonstrates his desire the most, Andrew or Collin. The winner will become my permanent slave. The other will be dismissed. Do you both understand?”

“Yes, sir,” replied the guys in unison.

But the decision angered Andrew, who would now have to win back what he had already possessed. On the other hand, he did have an advantage: his blond rival had been weakened by Rex’s ball kicks. Andrew smirked as he watched the handsome kid suffer from the pain between his legs.

Rex sat alongside Collin on his knees and looked closely at the kid’s physique. He stroked the kid’s handsome chest with a hand—like a buddy might do. “I know what Andrew has under his jock, so now I’m gonna find out what’s under yours, boy.”

In no rush, Rex kept his hand on Collin’s chest, feeling the kid’s breathing, his heartbeat, his tits. After that, he moved the hand lower and inspected Collin’s impressive abs.

“Nice,” he said. “You’ve trained well.” Rex slid his hand lower, onto the waistband of the kid’s brief. He pulled up on the waistband and let it snap back. “I like what you’re wearing.” Rex placed the hand on the front of the brief and very slowly began to feel the shapes underneath.

Collin wished he could lie there forever, feeling the Master’s soothing hand. But then the hand slid under the brief and down to his balls. Collin cringed, fearing another attack on his overly large and well-define testicles. Instead, the hand carefully examined them. Rex’s fingers focused on each testicle like an explorer elated at finding a special discovery.

“Oh yes,” whispered Rex, clearly impressed by the characteristics of each firm gonad.

Andrew watched Rex’s reaction astutely and it made him more furious than ever.

Rex kept his hand inside the brief for a long time. Meanwhile, with Rex’s hand and arm touching Collin’s dick, the sex muscle grew steadily. It began to flex for Rex as if begging for attention. The Master grinned and gave it some. He actually gave it a lot of attention, because the straight, lengthy pole had much to inspect. Collin sighed in pleasure as the fingers probed every inch of the rigid muscle. The fingers paid special attention to the top two inches, which made Collin’s body stiffen with anticipation.

Rex finally pulled his hand out of Collin’s brief and patted the kid’s abs. Then he slowly stripped him. Following that, he pulled Andrew’s jock off as well. Rex’s cock became very stiff as he eyed the two boys. He removed his own jockstrap, letting his huge shaft stand proudly in front of them—the future reward for one of the contenders.

“It’s time for the cum-measuring test,” said Rex. Rex walked to his equipment bench and brought back a three-inch high, cylinder-shaped device that had one closed end. He strapped the transparent device snugly over the kid’s cock head. Two wires dangled from the object, but the room’s darkness Collin couldn’t see where Rex had connected the other ends of those wires.

The kid began to feel the tube-like device vibrate. His shaft became warmer. Pleasure started to build within his cock. The Master stood in front of him, watching the kid’s reaction. Collin grunted as the comforting warmth and pleasure continued to rise inside his long pole.

The cockhead pushed upward inside the tube. After about three minutes, the tip suddenly tightened in pleasure. The sensation made Collin’s jaw drop open. Then came the orgasm, a wild one. Collin shouted his pleasure loudly as the kid’s male essence eagerly submitted. A steady jolt of lightening seemed to surround the cock and demand his juice. He enthusiastically lifted his ass off the floor to encourage it. Both Rex and Andrew watched each shot of thick, white cum boldly spurt into the device.

Ejaculating had never felt this good to the kid, maybe because he had an audience to watch it.

“Yeah, pump it, boy,” said Rex, watching the kid’s dramatic pleasure-straining.

Collin’s youthful cum squirts kept building inside the container. He spread his legs wide, encouraging the juice to show itself.

Andrew became caught up in Collin’s excitement too. The slave’s rod quickly swelled with male prowess. He wanted to cum, but Andrew managed to hold back the urge, knowing that soon he’d need as much of his juice as possible when the Master measured it.

When the kid finally settled down, Rex removed the device and held it up to examine the results. “Excellent, boy. Nearly filled to the top.” Collin’s pole stood tall and rock hard, as if gloating over the amount of cum it had fired. Rex put his hand around the muscle. “You have good stuff, boy. I bet you could do it again right now if you had to.”

Collin blushed. “Yes, I think so, sir.”

The Master gave his thigh a slap and wiped the tube clean. Then he began to fasten the device to Andrew’s waiting cock. The tool was so anxious to erupt that pre-cum spurted out before Rex had finished the job. Collin saw pleasure wash over the slave’s face as soon as the Master turned on the device. He noticed a humming sound from it that he’d missed during his own orgasm. The sound slowly rose in pitch. Andrew grunted loudly. His muscles flexed. Suddenly his cock began thrusting upward. The slave screamed.

“Do it for me, boy!” yelled Rex. “Show this guy who’s the man!”

The thrusting went on and on, accompanied by loud cries of pleasure from Andrew. He threw his head back, revealing a young growth of black hair on his neck and chin that the Master thought was sexy. Rex caressed it as the last shots of cum squirted into the tube.

The orgasm left Andrew exhausted and breathing hard. But like Collin, the slave’s shaft remained erect. Collin stared at Andrew’s twitching muscle. He envied its thickness, which made the rod appear full of cum, whether aroused or not. Rex liked the looks of it also and had some fun tickling the sensitive shaft before he unfastened his device. Collin thought the extra thrusts this caused might give the slaveboy an unfair advantage, adding another spurt or two of cum to his total.

The Master raised his eyebrows when he looked at the container’s amount. “About half full,” he reported. “Looks like you’re gonna have to show me your desire in other ways, slaveboy.”

A feeling of relief swept through Collin’s sleek, muscular body. But Andrew seethed, bitterly aware that from this point he would have to work hard to save himself from being dismissed.

Rex stepped in front of Collin and took a small, metal clamp from his vest pocket. “Now we’ll see if you can handle pain as well as pleasure.”

The Master attached it to the left side of the kid’s shaft. Collin brought his teeth together, but said nothing. Rex pulled out another clamp and clipped it to the rod’s right side. The pinched skin hurt like hell, but that was only the beginning. Two more clamps intensified the pain considerably. The shaft stiffened, as though daring Rex to attach more clamps. He did. Collin looked down to see three on each side of his rod, biting into the cock skin with no mercy. He continued to remain silent, trying to show little emotion.

Andrew, however, began to glare menacingly at Collin’s resolve. But when the Master attached two additional clamps near the top of the shaft, the kid yelped in pain.

“That’s only eight, boy,” said Rex. “We have a lot to go.”

The Master produced another clamp from his leather vest, one with long wings. “Spread your legs.”

He opened the clamp and hooked it onto his crotch skin, just below the ballsack. Collin yelled in agony.

“Yeah, that one smarts,” said Rex. “Don’t bring your legs together. If you do, that’ll tighten the clamp even more.”

Collin twisted his body back and forth in agony. This kind of crotch pain was new to him, but it also seemed to rekindle the pain in his balls from Rex’s boot strikes. He writhed and shrieked, yet kept his legs spread far apart, not wanting to risk the consequences. Andrew grinned, silently speculating about how many more clamps the kid would be able to take.

The Master picked up another one and taunted Collin by dragging it across his smooth, young face. The clamp was small, but to the frantic kid, it appeared gruesome and deadly. Suddenly Rex hooked its teeth into his left armpit. The pain felt like flames searing the hyper-sensitive skin. Screaming uncontrollably, Collin jerked on the chains with all his strength to get away.

“No! Stop! Take it off! Take it off!” shouted the kid.

Rex held up another clamp.

“No more! Please! That’s enough!” begged Collin.

“Didn’t you forget something?” asked the Master.

The kid thrashed back and forth, unable to think clearly in the extreme pain. Then it came to him.

“Please take ‘em off me, SIR! Please, SIR!”

Rex unhooked the clamp slowly, prolonging the pain of removal. Collin screamed afresh when the Master touched and opened each of the remaining clamps. The one on his crotch came off last. Afterward Rex massaged the kid’s groin a little to ease the pain, but that only seemed to make matters worse.

Collin’s resolve collapsed, his body held up only by the chains around his wrists. Andrew grinned broadly and flexed his biceps: he had a fetish for clamps and the pain they caused, so he believed he could easily win this challenge. The slave’s cock jerked in anticipation. Andrew could feel his victory coming, and the dismissal of Collin.

The Master applied to first clamp to Andrew’s crotch. The slave smiled at Collin as he absorbed the pain with no difficulty. In fact, the sensation made his rod feel bigger and harder. Next, Rex attached the clamps to Andrew’s shaft, four on each side. The muscle jerked—not from the obvious pain, but from the urge to ejaculate.

“You like this, don’t ya,” observed the Master.

“Yes, sir!” said Andrew.

Rex applied a clamp to each tit. The slave cried out, but only temporarily. Collin watched him gradually adjust to the pain after its initial shock. The kid gazed at the eleven clamps, imagining the pain that Andrew felt and marveling at his ability to withstand it.

Rex opened one more clamp. The slave braced himself. Collin cringed as he saw the clamp’s sharp teeth bite into the sensitive hollow of Andrew’s left armpit. Rather than merely scream in pain, the slave expressed himself in words—words that surprised Collin.

“Yes! Yes, Master!” shouted Andrew ecstatically. “Hurt me! Hurt me!”

Rex attached the thirteenth clamp to the right armpit.

“Ah!” screamed the slave. “Fuck!”

Collin saw beads of sweat break out all over the stud’s body.

“Shit! Yes! Yes!” cried Andrew, clearly in great pain. Yet his voice was unmistakably triumphant.

“Take it, boy!” encouraged Rex, massively turned on by the slave’s torment.

The louder Andrew screamed, the more aroused Rex became. Finally, without touching his shaft, the Master erupted. The orgasm hit him powerfully, flinging cum upward in ten huge blasts. Rex’s maleness took a long time to unload. As the blasts lessened to spurts, then to drips, the Master started to release the clamps from Andrew. To Collin, the slave looked rejuvenated by the pain, not vanquished by it. If any more challenges remained, the kid knew he would have his hands full.

Rex surprised the guys by unchaining them. “Both of you, on your knees in front of me,” stated the Master.

He looked into Collin’s eyes. “Boy, you told me you’d do anything to be my slave, and I believe you.”

He turned to Andrew. “You—I know—will fight like hell to continue as my slave.”

Looking at both guys, Rex made an announcement. “That being the case, you will have another chance to demonstrate your worthiness—by facing each other in combat. You will wrestle until one of you submits to the other. You may use no physical objects during this contest. But any other way to defeat your opponent is allowed. The number of times a wrestler submits will not determine the winner. When the match ends, I alone will decide who gets the victory. Do you understand the rules?”

The hopeful young guys answered in the affirmative.

“Now, grab my cock,” said the Master to Andrew, then to Collin.

The guys gladly gripped Rex’s long, hard meat.

“If you want this, you’ll have to fight hard for it. Are you ready to do that?”

“Yes, sir!” answered the two studs.

The Master grinned. “Then let the match begin.”

Andrew and Collin reluctantly let go of the thick muscle and moved onto the dungeon’s wrestling mat. Inspired by the brief feel of Rex’s shaft, they faced each other with fully erect cocks.

“I’m gonna make you wish you never showed up here,” threatened Andrew. With lightning speed his right-hand fingers seized Collin’s upper throat. Positioned against the jawbone, the thumb and index fingers suddenly plunged into the neck muscles and windpipe. The maneuver produced so much pain that Collin found himself unable to move. His eyelids opened wide in fear.

“I wanna hear your first submission, boy!” said Andrew.

Collin couldn’t breathe. He also couldn’t open his jaw to speak because of the slave’s pressure on it. He tapped Andrew’s arm excitedly, panic-stricken at his loss of breath.

But the slave didn’t release the hold. He had a condition. “Stroke my rod first.”

Urgently needing to breathe, Collin caressed the cock affectionately.

“Yeah. You do that well, boy. Too bad you won’t be around long enough to get me off!” He removed his hand from Collin’s throat and watched the kid fall onto his knees, gulping air as fast as his lungs would allow.

Andrew pushed the kid’s head down between his strong thighs and began to squeeze Collin’s neck with them. The thigh-clamp instantly made Collin yelp in pain. He raised his hands to strike Andrew, but the slave caught them. The slave bent both arms backward into a tight double hammerlock. Keeping them in place with his left hand, he reached under the kid with his other hand and checked out the kid’s right tit.

“Nice,” remarked Andrew. “You wanna submit before I make it bleed?”

Collin could feel a fingernail scraping against his nipple and imagined what damage it could do. But he couldn’t give up so soon. “No!” he shouted.

“Wrong answer, boy!” said the slave. He clasped the tit between his first two fingers and forced the nails into it. Collin shrieked in pain. “Want me to go deeper?”

Without waiting for an answer, the slave did so, causing his victim to scream even louder. “Give or I’ll tear it open!” He began to move the fingernails back and forth, slicing into both sides of the tit. The pain became unbearable.

“I give! I give!” shouted the kid.

Andrew released the nipple, but kept Collin’s neck trapped between his thighs. He moved his hand under the kid’s gut and started to massage his cock. Collin grunted as a sudden pleasure invaded his cum hole. Andrew kept giving the stiff head what it wanted. Soon a large load of pre-cum spurted into his palm.

“Yeah, baby, give it!” grinned the slave. Collin groaned in both dismay and pleasure as his now-lubricated head started to crave the enticements of Andrew’s hand with greater urgency.

“Damn you!” yelled Collin, knowing that an orgasm would surely drain him of the energy he needed to defeat his opponent.

Another thick discharge shot out. The slave caught it and spread the silky cream over the long, anxious pole. “That’s right. Make it easy for me!”

“You bastard!” yelled Collin, feeling the pleasure build in his shaft. “Coming won’t make me give!” he added, defiantly.

“Yes it will,” replied Andrew. “But I’m not tryin’ to make you cum,” he said, stroking the excited rod. I just wanna make sure this thing stays up against your gut and out of the way.”

When he realized what the remark meant, Collin’s fears went into high gear. His balls could be in serious danger. He struggled to get out the scissor hold, but Andrew tightened his thighs until no escape was possible. Then it came—a massive blow to his nuts.

“Ahhhh!” gasped the kid, suffering from indescribable nausea and pain.

“Want another one?” asked the slave sarcastically. “I’ve got a clear shot with your pole out of the way!” He drove his fist into the big gonads once more.

An anguished, rasping sound burst from Collin’s throat. He only had the strength to utter two short words: “No more!”

“You wimp,” said Andrew. “You’re not worth shit.” He gave the balls one more devastating hit, then released his scissors. Collin fell onto his side, then onto his back, cupping the injured balls in his hands. The slave stood up and triumphantly straddled his immobilized opponent. “You’re finished, boy!”

Andrew dropped onto his knees and maneuvered his balls so that they hung directly above Collin’s mouth. “Lick ‘em, loser!”

When the kid hesitated, Andrew repeated the demand with more ferocity. “Lick ‘em or I’m gonna pound your nuts into little pieces!”

The kid began to stroke the balls with his tongue.

“Oh yeah!” said the slave, closing his eyes in pleasure. “Lick ‘em good!”

Collin continued to tongue the sack, even though his own throbbed with intense pain. While licking Andrew’s manhood, he realized that if he didn’t come up with some kind of effective retaliation at this point, it would be all over for him.

The slave fell forward onto his hands and knees so that his ballsack rested on Collin’s lips. “Now suck my nuts!”

The kid opened his mouth to accept the testicles. But then he suddenly slid out from under Andrew and crashed down onto the guy’s back, flattening him to the mat. He followed that with another body-drop, driving his elbow viciously into Andrew’s lower back. The slave cried out as a piercing pain seemed to be cutting him in half.

Collin didn’t wait for Andrew to recover. He jumped onto the guy’s back, locked his hands around the chin and pulled back. The slaveboy groaned as Collin forced his neck and spine into an ever-increasing bend. Andrew had great flexibility, but not even he could bow backward as far as the kid wanted to take him.

“Let’s hear it,” said Collin, continuing to pour on the pressure.

“Shit!” exclaimed Andrew, unable to stand any more pain. “I give! I give!”

The kid crawled off him. Andrew rolled onto his back to protect it from another possible attack. Collin scooped up a leg at the knee and locked the guy in a tight cradle. Andrew tried to rock himself out of the hold, but it didn’t work. The kid caught Andrew’s other leg and converted the cradle into a rollup. He pinned the slave’s biceps under his folded legs and held one of Andrew’s feet in each hand.

The slave was trapped, and he knew it. Collin went for another submission by slowly pulling Andrew’s legs apart.

“Fuck you, man!” shouted the slave, contorting his face as Collin split him wider and wider. In a few seconds he could no longer bear the groin pain. “I submit!” he yelled.

But Collin was distracted by the sight of the stud’s wide open crotch and his twitching rod. He split the legs farther. “Say it again, BOY!”

“I submit! I give, you shit!” screamed Andrew.

The kid finally let him go and looked up at Rex. The Master was stroking his shaft, obviously pleased by what he saw. Suddenly Collin felt a massive blow to the back of his neck. He fell to the mat, nearly unconscious.

“You’re gonna pay! You’re gonna pay!” yelled Andrew.

The slave grabbed the stunned kid’s legs. He wrapped Collin into the same rollup he had just endured. But Andrew didn’t intend to embellish the hold with a leg split, as Collin had done. He had something even nastier in mind. Holding the kid’s legs steady under his own, and sitting on the immobilized arms, Andrew reached forward and took hold of Collin’s balls. Even though it wasn’t a squeeze, the kid cried out in pain, never having recovered from the previous attacks on his gonads.

“Now I’m gonna put an end to you, once and for all!” announced the slave.

He started to crush the big balls, biting his tongue in satisfaction as he watched his fingers dig deeper and deeper into them. Collin took the pain for a few moments, then shrieked out several loud submissions.

“That sounds real good, boy. Keep sayin’ it!”

Andrew began to twist the ballsack while he squeezed it, causing unbelievable agony for the kid. “You like how I do this?” he asked sadistically.

Collin couldn’t help but see the maneuver as well as feel it, since his balls were only a few inches from his face in the rollup. “No! No! Please!” he cried, begging Andrew to let go.

But the slave had been wanting to give it to the kid’s nuts, and so kept at them despite the guy’s screams. The twisting continued. Andrew especially liked applying quick, killing twists as his squeezed, tormenting the stud even further. But the worst came when the slave started to pull the sack downward, behind Collin’s crotch. The kid’s yelps and shrieks told the whole story.

“Yeah! It’s all over, isn’t it, boy!” he said, forking into the balls with two fingers.

“Yes! Yes! No more! Please—I give up!”

“Do you quit then?”

“Yes! I quit! You win! You’re the slave!”

Still not satisfied, Andrew forced his fingers dangerously far into the stud’s maleness. “You’ll leave and never come back?”

“Yes! Yes! I’ll leave! Please stop! They can’t take any more!”

The slave released Collin’s legs and stood up slowly, keeping the guy’s balls in his grip until the last possible second. Collin looked up at him in fear and pain and curled up on the mat, holding his balls. Andrew lifted both arms in the air. “I win the Master!” he yelled in triumph.

The next thing Andrew knew, a powerful slap in the face sent him down to the mat on his back. Rex quickly dropped onto his chest, enraged.

“How dare you defy me!” bellowed Rex.

Andrew looked shocked and confused. He wondered what he had done to so infuriate Rex.

The Master grabbed Andrew’s neck with both hands and squeezed. The pressure on his windpipe was severe.

His mouth opened but he couldn’t speak.

“Put your hands on my legs and don’t take them away.”

Andrew immediately complied.

“I’m gonna ask you some questions. Stroke my thighs to answer in the affirmative.”

Andrew’s eyes looked desperate.

“Do I set the rules here?”

Andrew eagerly stroked Rex’s thighs.

“Do you get to declare the winner of this match?”

Andrew’s hands stayed on the Master’s legs, unmoving. He groaned in agony as he realized what he had done. His eyes opened wide—from his inability to breathe, and from the awareness of his mistake.

Rex let Andrew take some breaths, but kept his hands firmly around the slave’s neck. “You have a bad attitude. I’m gonna put you out.”

Andrew interpreted that to mean that he had lost the match and would be dismissed. “Ah!” he gasped. “What have I done!” Had his revenge and the desire to eliminate his rival gone too far? Had he lost what he most wanted?

“Are you ready for your punishment?” asked Rex, squeezing into the slave’s neck again, cutting off his ability to speak.

Andrew stroked Rex’s thighs almost desperately, signaling his acceptance of the Master’s decision. Maybe, thought Andrew, there was some hope of remaining Rex’s slave if he survived the punishment.

Rex moved his crotch a little closer to Andrew’s head and sat up on his knees. The Master’s hands again closed off the slave’s windpipe—but this time with the goal of keeping it closed. Andrew knew what that meant. He would black out and Rex would keep him that way until the Master awakened him again. The slave’s mouth opened to draw in any air that he could, but he couldn’t do it. He stroked the thighs again as he looked up at Rex. The Master’s huge shaft soared above him. He wondered if he would ever get the chance to suck it again. Then Andrew’s eyes began to close and only images of the naked stud choking him remained.

He later opened his eyes to see Rex still sitting on his chest—but now without the hands around his neck.

“What do you have to say to me?” asked the stern Master.

“I was wrong, sir! I’ll never disobey you again. I got too carried away, because I want to stay with you so much. Please don’t dismiss me, sir!”

“You’ve shown me how much you dislike Collin and each other—in that you seem to be equal. But can you also love and respect each other?”

The two studs looked up at him in surprise.

Rex sat on his knees beside them. “Here is my decision: if you can love each other as passionately as you fight, I will keep both of you. But each of you must make the other cum. If I don’t see cum, you are both dismissed—forever.”

Andrew and Collin looked at the muscleman in disbelief. Their cocks twitched at the chance to remain with him. The guys also looked at each other in a new, positive light.

“Do you both agree to this?” asked the Master.

The replies came without hesitation. “Yes, sir!”

“Then show me.”

The former enemies faced each other on their knees and began by simply staring at each other’s bodies. Andrew acted first. He moved closer to Collin and put his arm on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, man” he said softly, sounding genuinely sincere. “It’s all my fault. I was afraid of losing Rex.

“When I came into the dungeon and saw your awesome body, I thought I had no chance. Sorry I messed him your back.”

“It still hurts. You know how to mess up a guy!” said Andrew with a little smile.

Collin massaged Andrew’s back with his warm hand. Andrew felt relieved and sighed. After a moment, Andrew looked at Collin’s balls.

“I think I may have done more damage to your nuts, man,” said the slave, concerned.

He moved a hand toward Collin’s ballsack, but Collin turned away from him.

“Please let me try to undo what I did to you,” Andrew said.

Still unsure, Collin let the slave put a hand around his sack—but very lightly. It took the kid several minutes to relax, but he finally did. The two at last sank to the mat on their backs, with Andrew still gently holding, then fondling, Collin’s balls.

“These are really huge, man. They didn’t deserve what I did to them,” Andrew admitted.

Then both guys started hugging each other.

“That’s more like it, boys, “ said Rex quietly. He sat back against the wall and slowly stroked his tall shaft as he watched them.

Collin gradually moved closer to Andrew. He cautiously took the slave’s cockhead into his mouth. Andrew put his arms around Collin, inviting him to suck up his cum. Andrew immediately fell in love with Collin’s tongue. It didn’t take long for his rod to succumb to the tongue’s demands. The slaveboy gasped, feeling the cum about to rise through his cock. He spread his legs apart. Collin remembered Rex’s requirement that he must actually see cum. So the kid released the cock and slowly licked it. That’s just what the cock wanted. It stiffened to the firing stage and had to let loose.

Rex saw the first few shots burst out. Then Collin recaptured the cock in his mouth and swallowed load after load of the slave’s warm juice.

After the orgasm, Andrew lay on his back, breathing heavily and smiling at his new slave buddy for a long time. At last he pulled Collin close to him. “I want to make you feel as good as me, man!” But when he moved a hand

toward Collin, the spooked kid recoiled and turned away.

“My balls still hurt a lot. I’m sorry.”

“Let me suck on ‘em and make you feel better,” said Andrew softly. “You gotta start to trust me, man. Please give me another chance.”

Collin hesitated. It took a lot of courage for him to finally open his legs to the slave. Andrew positioned himself on his stomach, lying between the kid’s thighs. The slave knew he had to be very careful with the kid, so he began by lightly teasing the big balls with his tongue.

Collin’s body initially twitched from the first contact, but he gradually got to like it.

“Thanks, man,” he whispered between licks. He smiled when he felt the balls slowly start to harden somewhat. “I’m not gonna rush this,” said Andrew. “I don’t care how long it takes me to win you over.”

The slave smiled at Rex. Rex smiled back. “It’s gonna be fun having you two slaves around every day.”

(end)