Antonio and James

All excited and horny that my Master has called me to service him, I ran downstairs and answered the phone "Hello"

"Hello" a man said

"Trevor" I asked

"Yes it is me"

"Still in Montreal?" 

"No, I am here in Toronto and I need your help"

"Where are you?"

"On church street near Black Eagle"

"I will be there in half an hour. Wait for me" I said and hung up the phone and ran upstairs to take a shower put some clothes on. I arrived an hour later and I saw him sitting down on the sidewalk near the tavern Black Eagle begging for some change. 

"Get up from there and stop asking for money" I said, helping him to stand on his feet and we walked to a nearby restaurant and ordered some food.

"How long have you been here?" I asked

"Almost a week and I haven't eaten for almost a day. I am so hungry"

"Why didn't you call me?"

"I was afraid to bother you, because I didn't want to get you in trouble with your Master" he said with tears in his eyes As the food arrived he gobbled it down, he started to tell me about the master in Montreal. 

"Master Guy had his own slave who was a white French boy in his mid twenties. He was a very handsome and well build" he said with a smile "He used his slave to punish me and he loved watching him whipping me and fucking me. Guy had ED and could not get hard, God punished him. If his slave didn't please him, he would cane him so he would learn to punish me harder. I spent all the time collared, cock cage and a huge butt plug in my hole. Most of the time when he didn't need my services, he pushed me in a cage."

I was so angry listening to his story and how he treated him. At least my master showed me some love and appreciation.

"He turned me into a prostitute and twice a week he used to lock me in a room with a bed and lots of toys and punishing tools hanging by the wall. Then a stranger would walk in the room and grab me from my hair and throw me on the bed and would fuck me raw. Some of the men used those tools on the wall on me and tell me that I am useless. They spit and pissed in my mouth and slapped me around like their bitches"

"How did you manage to escape?" I asked

"His slave finally felt so sorry for me and helped me to escape. Then I hitchhiked to Toronto."

"Did you find anyone to give you a ride?" I asked

"Oh yes, I walked to a gas station on the highway and usually you find a truck driver who is horny and they will give you a ride if you offer your ass to them" he said with a smile. It was nice to see that smile on his face, he has been crying since I met him. After the restaurant, we walked to a bathhouse so he could take a shower while I went to a nearby launderettes to wash his clothes. When I returned and walked to his room, I saw him on his fours on the bed and an old man fucking him. I could see pain in his eyes as the man rammed his cock inside him. I walked out of the room and waited. 

When the man finished fucking him, I walked in and saw him counting the money and he wanted to pay me for my expenses, but I refused to take money from him. While he was changing I noticed under his navel he had a second degree burn.

"What happened over there?" I asked

"That fucken frog, used to  suspended me by my wrists to stand on my toes. He would pull me hard from my cock and remove my pubic hair by burning it with a lighter"

"You should have kicked him on his face" I suggested

"I couldn't my ankles were tied by a rope to a ring mounted on the floor beneath me. But I did piss on him and I regretted it"

"Why?"

"He walked behind me and whacked my back, ass and legs with a ten foot bull whip. He didn't stop until he saw my back covered in blood"

"Did he do the same to your balls?" I asked

"No he didn't, but he use wax paper to remove it"

"Fuck that must have hurt?" I asked

"Oh fuck it did. I screamed in my muffled mouth and fought in my bonds like a maniac" he said and tears started to roll down his cheeks. 

'Well at least he didn't burn the hair on your head. It looks nice and silky black down to your shoulders"

"Nope he didn't touch my hair but he used it to drag me from it on my ass while my hands were tied behind my back and ankles tied together."

"The mother fucker," I said, trying to console him. 

"He often punished me by using a clamp on my hair and he would pull me up by my hair to stand on my toes. Then he would clamp weight on my nipples and an EMS to my balls and push a broom stick, about eight inches inside my hole. The broom stood straight up mounted to a block of cement so I won't be able to remove it. So you can imagine every pulse of shock to my balls. I tried to raise my feet and I pushed that broom further in and felt my hair was being pulled out from my skull. My pain was his pleasure"

I asked him to stop because I could not listen him telling me how he was tortured. We walked out of the bathhouse and walked around the city. I noticed that he was limping and asked him if he was ok and again started talking about his master. 

"About two weeks ago, I tried to run away and he caught me. He laid me on my back on the floor, pulled my legs up by a rope from the ceiling. Then with a cigarette he started to burn the bottom of my feet and whack me with a cane on them. I think that is when his slave felt sorry for me. My left foot still has some blisters on it.``

It was getting late and I asked him if he wanted to come and have dinner at my house. He asked me about my aunty and uncle what would they say and I told him that she often asked me to bring a friend over. We both took the bus and went to my house.

My aunt was so happy to see Trevor and naturally she complimented him on his nice silky hair. We all had dinner and both my uncle and aunty bombarded him with questions. Trevor kept cool and he answered them all what they wanted to hear. I asked my aunty if Trevor could have a sleepover in my room since it was late for him to travel home. She didn't say anything and brought a blanket and placed it on the floor beside my bed so he could sleep on it. She didn't know that I was going to be his mattress and he was going to sleep on top of me with his cock in me.
As we entered my room, he pushed me on my back on the bed and started to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around him and started to kiss him back. He helped me taking my clothes off and I did the same to him. He went down on his knees and started to suck on my cock and slurp on my balls and said "Fuck me Antonio". I laid on top of him and pushed my cock inside him

 "Slowly, my hole is so sore" he whispered and I pulled my cock out and laid beside him.

"I am sorry Antonio, but the mother fucker loved fucking me with a six inch long and slim bulb while it was lit. The heat of the bulb made blisters inside my sphincter. It is very sore when I have a shit and  wipe my ass"

"That is why I saw you in pain when the man in the bathhouse was fucking you?" I asked

"Yes he did, but I needed some cash and I got use to the pain every time that young French slave  fucked me"

"Do you want to fuck me instead?" I asked sitting on my ass beside him and fondling his chest

"Better not, I still have blisters on the shaft of my cock" I looked at his cock and it was covered in burning spots over it

"If he caught me stroking my cock, he would push a sound in my piss hole to hold it straight out and place a lit lighter under it as if he was cooking a sausage"

I started to fondle his balls and told him that at least he didn't hurt his balls, but he said that often he spoke of castrating him but he kept them to whack them when I needed to be punishment. 

The next day I called in sick and spent the whole day with Trevor. At least, he was in a happy mood and he was laughing all day long. We went inside sex shops, strip joint and finally to Black Eagle Tavern. The cover charge was twenty dollars a person, but if you are a slave it was free. Trevor suggested that I be his slave so I go in free. I thought it was a good idea. 

The guy inside the ticket booth gave Trevor a bag and a collar with a leash. He told him that the slave must walk naked all the time and for the Master to hold him by his leash so everyone knows that he is owned. So I stripped naked in front of everyone and placed my clothes in the bag and Trevor handed it to the guy inside the booth. Trevor pulled me by my leash behind him inside the tavern.. 

Inside was packed with leather men and bikers. Big heavy dudes with beards and huge guts. There was a sex sling, glory holes, X cross, stock and private rooms. At the back there was a tub for slaves to lie in it and Masters would come and piss all over him. We sat on the stools at the bar and ordered a drink

"Master" said the bartender "slaves are not allowed to use furniture. Tell your slave to sit on the floor" . So Trevor pushed me down to sit on the floor. This huge big guy, wearing chaps and leather jocks with a leather vest walked to the bar and pushed his crotch on my face and started to rub it on my face while he was ordering his drink. I turned my face away from his crotch, the smell wasn't appealing.

"What kind of slave do you own?" The fat guy said to Trevor "He should be honoured to have a Master's crotch pushed on his face"

"Not to worry, I will punish him when we go home" Trevor said sarcastically and he pulled me from my leash to walk away from him. We walked around and there were four glory holes and two of them had cocks hanging out. Trevor asked me to go and suck one of the cocks. One of them was impressive and I walked to it, went down on my knees and started to suck on it.

"Number twenty nine, please come to the dance floor" was announced on the speaker

"That is you" Trevor said "you must have won a prize" I didn't want to let go of that cock, it was delicious. 

Trevor and I walked to the dance floor. As I arrived four guys grabbed me and threw me on my back on the sling and tied my wrists and ankles with my legs spread open and then they pushed a ring with straps in my mouth to keep my mouth wide open. Trevor tried to stop them and the MC pushed him back and told him that he should know the rules, if a slave is called he must obey the orders of the club.

"Masters" the MC announced on the speakers "Be respectful towards to each other and only five minutes max to fuck his mouth or his pussy"

I started to panic and looked at Trevor to help me out but he could not do anything because those were the rules. Two lines were formed, one behind my ass and the other near my face. One after the other they started to fuck me raw and gagging with their cocks. I tried to fight back, but the guys held me down by pinching my nipples or squeezing my balls. I don't know how long I lasted, but I am sure I swallowed twenty loads of cum and fifteen loads down my hole. When they were finished the MC announced to be respectful again and to take me and clean me up. They untied me and took me to the back of the Tavern and threw me to sit in the tub. I was surrounded by a few men pissing all over me. Trevor was one of them. I didn't mind watching him pissing on me and I moved my mouth on his cock to drank it all. When they finished I was allowed to use the Tavern's shower to clean myself. Both of us ran out of the Tavern and swore we would never go again as slaves. It was late at night and Trevor and I had to split. 

"I won't be seeing you this weekend" I said "You know I have to go and spend the weekend at my master's house"  and he understood. We kissed each other and he went to rent a room in a bathhouse and I went home.

The next day after work I went straight to my master's house. I had the key of his house and walked in from the side door and went downstairs in the basement. I stripped naked and sat on the dirty blanket. I wrapped the collar around my neck and locked it with a padlock. I laid down on the blanket thinking of Trevor and the fun time we had together. Then I heard my Master coming down the stairs and he unlocked the chain of the collar from the wall and pulled me to the rubber dinghy to wash me like a dog and as always I had to bark to show him that I am happy to see him.

"Tonight you are not going to be my dog, but my French Maid" He started to say as he pushed his fingers in my hole with soap and make me squirm "I have to clean your pussy, because my friends are coming over"

After the bath, he took me upstairs and placed the cock cage over my cock and made me wear the French Maid dress with lace panties and high heels. When Steve, Patrick and Robert arrived, I went to open the door and took their coats. They grabbed my ass while I was hanging their clothes and I pushed my ass back for them to fondle it. 

I went to the kitchen and brought them some niknaks and beer to drink while they were sitting around the table. They always thanked me by squeezing my ass cheeks or fondling my crotch and I had to thank them. When they fondled my ass, I had to push my ass back and didn't move a muscle till they stopped. When they fondled my crotch, I had to spread my legs and arch backwards and could not move until they finished fondling me.

"I heard Trevor ran away from Master Guy" Robert said "I don't know why, he is a fine gentleman" 

"Some boys don't know how good they have it with their Masters" My master said

"They should be punished for wasting their Master's time" Steve said

"You take them inside your house, give them a roof and food and they don't appreciate it" Patrick continued

"I wish I can see him again and apologize to him. The kid is a nice guy and fun to be with. I don't know why he didn't appreciate Master Guy?" Robert said

They kept on talking about him as if was his loss that he ran away and he didn't appreciate it. They started to call him names and a loser and it was bothering me the way they spoke about him 

Finally, all of a sudden I yelled "That sadistic ass hole tortured him"

They all stopped talking and looked at me and I knew I should have kept my mouth shut. There was total silence in the room and all of them were looking at me and I stood there holding a tray with empty glasses. I felt like the walls are collapsing all over me and I didn't move a muscle in my body and stared at them.

"How do you know that sadistic Master tortured him?" My master asked looking straight into my eyes

to be continued.....