Taylor woke, his dick hard. He let a hand find it, stroke it. Not that he could cum. Not only did he need permission, but he’d almost lost the ability to cum if he didn’t have a dick in one of his holes. Kam had broken him. Taylor had trouble looking at girls and feeling the stirring he had before. He felt the loss but could no longer resist the craving for cock.
And it was now morning, so Taylor had to perform. Orders from his Master. Taylor recalled how Kam told him he would be doing a performance every morning. Taylor groaned, he didn’t want to do this again, but he had to every morning. Taylor got up and moved a few boxes and frames to give himself a blank wall. He didn’t want any personal items showing. He had organized things so he could have the room look normal, but still obey. He slipped off his boxers and put on the hood. He was so thankful Kam let him hide his identity.
Putting the webcam in position, and a lamp to act as a spotlight, Taylor stepped into frame naked and hard. Squats first, Taylor had to do 50 squats with his hands behind his head. His eyes looked at the camera, but didn’t focus on it. Taylor had to do this performance every morning, as his legs started to feel the burn, Taylor had to wonder how many were watching. It could be dozens, maybe just Kam, maybe no one. Kam mentioned them on rare occasions, so Taylor was too afraid of punishment to skip.
With the count going from the 30s to the 40s the burn was getting more serious, Taylor kept his form good, ass pushed back, and went all the way down. He blocked out that someone he knew was watching, someone who might even know who was behind the mask. He made it to 50, stood up at the top of the squat and stopped, bringing his hands down to rub over the fronts of his thighs.
The next exercise was 50 push ups. Taylor got on the floor angled so his hard dick was on display. He was hard, Kam made him hard, and obeying Kam made him harder. Laying on the floor, Taylor took a deep breath before he started the first push up. He had to keep good form. Kam said he was an athlete, so could do this right. When down, his dick hit the floor and rubbed on it. Taylor shifted his hands an inch or two in order give himself a quick break in the pushups. 50 was a big set to do, and Taylor was glad when he could drop fully on the floor.
Taylor forced himself up to get into the next position, this time his legs towards the camera. Sit-ups another 50. Taylor hooked his feet on a bar he had and got started. As the ceiling and walls moved across his vision, Taylor kept his eyes open which was part of Kam’s orders. Sit ups start out easy until the abs start to burn, and that got to Taylor so he had to force himself to finish. He did finish and collapsed on his back, his arms straight out from his sides. He was almost done.
Taylor dragged himself up to his knees, turning his back to the camera, bent his head down to the floor and reached his hands back and pulled his ass cheeks apart exposing his hole. He twitched the hole, making it gap slightly. It was so humiliating to do this, still not knowing if anyone was watching. Which was worse? Doing this for a large audience, or for no one at all? Taylor couldn’t decide. Having shown off his hole, Taylor turned back around and stood, reaching for his hard dick and giving exactly five strokes. His hand fell to his side when he finished. After a beat, he went forward and turned off the camera. Task complete. Taylor moved things back to hide his studio area and slid to the floor next to his bed.
Deep breaths. Mask off. Mask on floor. Today wasn’t a regular gym day, but he had to do his on camera. Orders, he had to obey orders. Even if his Master Kam wasn’t there watching him, even if no one watched him. Kam loved making him do things where someone else could see. His old girlfriend got fucked by Kam and saw Taylor at the door when she left. She had to know Taylor was there to grovel. He had gone there to grovel.
Taylor leaned his head back on the mattress, looking up at the ceiling. His dick was still hard. Kam did that to him. Made him love obeying like this. His phone went off, the special sound that meant Kam had sent a text. Taylor closed his eyes. It was Saturday, so Kam could use him all day if he chose. His hand reached for the phone without opening his eyes. His fingers found it and gripped, bringing it up.
-Time for a run. Shoes & shorts only. To my place-
Taylor was being summoned. Kam must have woken up with a boner, and it was Taylor’s duty to deal with it. Taylor wondered if he should take a shower first. No, Kam would know Taylor had just finished the “show” and didn’t order a shower. Taylor would be punished for thinking on his own. Taylor rose, grabbing a pair of shorts from the drawer, sitting on the bed to tie his shoes on. He grabbed his keys and saw his reflection in the mirror. Long black hair, somewhat unkept. It was always somewhat frizzy, Taylor scratched his head, running his fingers through his locks. A little better maybe. Good chest, pert nipples on slab pecs. Taylor knew the sparse clothes meant he would be out of them shortly after getting through the door.
Taylor ran down the stairs and out the door. He didn’t want to run into anyone and have to say anything about where he was going or how long he would be out. Once he hit the sidewalk Taylor got to a good pace and headed toward Kam’s apartment. At least his dick was down now. The morning air felt good. The pace let his mind fall back, unwind some.
The route was well known, so Taylor could do it on automatic. It was a good length to run, so by the time the building appeared, he was tired but not exhausted. Taylor went up the steps. He was there enough that the other residents wouldn’t look twice at him. Another deep breath when he got to the door, a knock, and an exhale.
“Enter.” Kam’s voice through the door. Taylor turned the familiar knob to his degradation. Humble, submissive he entered. Kam was naked, sitting in his chair, someone between his spread legs blowing the massive cock he wielded. Taylor was struck dumb, shock showing on his face. “Strip.” Without thinking, Taylor toed his shoes off. He had to pull the front of the shorts out to get around his hard dick. Inches shorter than Kam’s it stuck rigid up.
Naked, Taylor watched in fascination. The guy had not skipped even an instant of servicing Kam, head bobbing up and sliding all the way to the base. Taylor’s eyes were riveted on the spectacle, He had sucked Taylor countless times, but never seen it. The shaft disappearing into the throat, the glistening of the spit, dripping on the balls. Taylor then noticed the boy’s hand was gently massaging the balls. He just watched, finally glancing up at Kam’s face to see an insufferable smirk.
Kam’s hand summoned Taylor, who complied by stepping closer, another sign to kneel, also complied with. Kam’s fingers found Taylor’s mouth.He forced them in. Taylor automatically sucked. The boy was sucking, slower now, Kam pulling Taylor’s face to look at his own. “Let me explain. This is Don. Don is my slave, has been for a while. You two are going to serve me together. You both will be working for my pleasure. He is more experienced in pleasing me.” Kam stopped, looked down at Taylor’s dick, which was straining purple being so turned on. “And he’s better hung. So he’s going to be your overseer.” Taylor pulled back an inch or two. Kam’s hand grabbed and pulled him back. “No arguments. I decide. You obey. When he tells you to do something you act just like I told you. If he decides to punish you, he punishes you and you take it. He tells you to do a chore, you do that chore. He tells you to spread your legs, you spread your legs. I don’t want to hear complaints, don’t come running to me like a whiny baby. He has the authority over you because I said so. Am I clear slave?”
“Yes Master.” Taylor was in shock, trying to wrap his head around it, but knew he had no choice, he had to deal with it on his own.
“He gives me a bad report on you and you are going to regret it.” Kam pulled his fingers out, slapped the top of Don’s head and said “Get me off.” Instantly Don started to go up and down fast, both hands up and working the balls. Taylor looked down and saw Don must have his throat completely open as it was going down smooth. The efforts did not go to waste, there was almost no time when Kam threw his head back and let out a low growl. Dom froze with his nose buried in Kam’s pubes. When Kam was done, Don slowly came off, licking up and down to clean Kam’s cock. When he was finished, Don sat back on his heels.
“Now kiss.” Kam softly ordered. Don moved while Taylor froze in shock. Don locked lips and forced his tongue through Taylor’s unmoving lips. Don’s hand came up and felt through Taylor’s hair. Taylor started to react to the tongue in his mouth, pressing against it, still yielding as Don was above him. This was the first kiss he had had since he had been broken by Kam. Don lifted, making Taylor bend to face up, more submissive, less in control. Taylor let Don take the lead, knowing Kam was watching, enjoying his power over them. They had not even been introduced to each other and were kissing because Kam wanted it. Taylor was hard, was it obeying Kam, or the kiss.
“Enough.” Kam said. Don pulled back, looking into Taylor’s eyes. What was that look? Arousal? Interest? Taylor’s head was still spinning as Kam spoke again. “Kneel facing me. Each of you take a foot and rub it.”
“Yes Master.” Both said at the same time, moving on their knees to obey.
Kam leaned back as their hands began to massage his feet. “Don served me at the last college, and learned how to take care of my every need. Now I have two of you.” Kam flexed his toes. “Don has taken the apartment right next door. Taylor, you’ll be moving in.” Taylor stiffened but didn’t say anything. Kam looked at him, Taylor looked down. “Yes, you’ll move out of the frat house. Someone else can have your room. That way both of you will be at my beck and call. Fuck this will be great for me.” Kam took a deep breath.
“Boy, cigar.” Kam snapped his fingers.
“Yes Master.” Don rose.
“Slave 2, when Slave 1 is busy doing something else, you make up for him. The idea is to make me feel good. That is always your goal, that I feel the best possible every minute of the day.” When Taylor didn’t respond, Kam lightly kicked with his free foot. “You are Slave 2.”
Taylor looked up at Kam, uncomprehending at first. Then it struck him and he started rubbing the foot Don had left. “Yes Master.” Even what he was called would reinforce his inferiority.
Don came up, opening a wooden box. Taylor looked up and saw it had a selection of cigars. Don was standing formally as Kam looked over what was on offer. Kam pointed to one, Don taking the box away. Taylor could see Don preparing things, even licking the cigar. Don then brought it and knelt to offer it to Kam. Kam took it and put it in his mouth, Don bringing a fancy lighter to spark it. Kam took a couple puffs, Don put up the lighter and returned to massage Kam’s foot. Don had been smooth, every movement intentional. Even his hands taking over for the one Taylor was using on that foot.
As Kam enjoyed his cigar, he also got to enjoy his feet being serviced. Taylor missed a flexing Kam gave of his feet. Don did not, shifting to start licking Kam’s feet. Kam waited and saw exactly what he wanted, Don reaching out with one hand to touch Taylor. Taylor looked over and took a moment to register what was happening. Understanding, he moved like Don and also began to lick Taylor’s feet. Kam smiled in satisfaction. Don would be able to teach Taylor.
Kam felt the difference in how their tongues worked on his feet. Don was devoted, wanting to please. Taylor was different, more reserved, broken. Kam really could feel the difference. Something about how the pressure felt. How the licks took a certain speed or sluggishness. Kam puffed his cigar, taking the service his slaves gave him, both living for his pleasure. All three were naked, but there was a difference. Kam was naked as a man, in control, Don and Taylor were naked as slaves, exposed and available. This was so sweet for Kam.
Taylor tried to turn his mind off, but it didn’t work. He felt every instant, knew what he was doing, that the man who broke him was keeping him in servitude. Making him debase himself. and now put an overseer in charge of him. And make him move. So he could serve more. Be degraded more.
Kam finished his cigar, looked down at his slaves. Time for some entertaining humiliation. “Stand up slaves, hands behind heads.”
“Yes Master.” Both responded, and obeyed.
“Now helicopter your dicks.I want to be amused.”
“Yes Master.” The slaves began to move their hips. Both were hard.
Taylor’s dick was rigid and upright, so the results were more of it bobbing. Taylor’s balls were high up, and so did not swing much. Kam could see Taylor turning red in embarrassment. Taylor was an athlete, so his body was in great shape, seeing him humiliate himself for Kam’s amusement gave Kam a feeling of great power, domination over his former rival.
Don wasn’t as built as Taylor, but was fit. Don also had a bigger dick, one that did not go straight up, so it did spin around. Don looked at Kam with devotion, still embarrassed but doing it so his owner would be pleased. Like licking his feet, his slaves obeyed orders for different reasons. They both would obey, but that obedience came from different places. That difference caused Kam’s cock to tingle. How much power he had over both of them.
It was tiring to helicopter a dick for a long time, and Kam made his slaves do this beyond when it was comfortable to them. Kam could see the strain even on Don’s face. They kept at it because they had orders.
“You can stop.” Kam said, watching both stop moving their hips and drop their hands. “I didn’t say take your hands off your head.” Both snapped back. “I’m kidding, you can drop them.” The hands came down to the sides as the boys stayed in place. “Get on the floor, you two 69 each other.”
“Yes Master.” All a slave needed to say, as both got down, taking a moment to decide who was going what direction. Don didn’t hesitate at all and took Taylor’s dick down. Taylor was not as speedy. He had had many fewer dicks in his mouth, and still struggled with sucking them.
Taylor had one hand holding Don’s penis. He faced it, the single eye facing him. He was going to suck another dick, because that’s what Kam wanted. This was going to be his overseer, who he’d be taking orders from. This was Kam’s slave. Could Taylor suck a slave’s dick? He would have to. So he did, he forced himself to put the dick in his mouth. Kam watched how Taylor struggled, but obeyed. So unwilling, but still obedient. That reluctance tasted so sweet. Almost as sweet as breaking him. He let them suck a few minutes before making it harder. “Neither of you are allowed to cum. I expect each of you to try to get the other one to cum. I’ll reward the one who gets the other to shoot.”
Don blindly obeyed. He had experience in holding his orgasms back, and if Master Kam wanted him to make Taylor cum, that is what Don would do. His life was obeying his Master. Taylor’s dick was already so hard. Don had noticed that from when Taylor entered. Don knew Taylor’s history, Master had told him. The losses, the humiliation must really do it for Taylor. Don applied his skill, not wanting to disappoint his Master.
Taylor was sucking Don’s dick, but had not learned how to really suck well, so he was handicapped by as well as by Don’s experience in holding back. Taylor didn’t know he was bound to lose this game as well. As he continued to suck, Taylor realized his balls were boiling, Don was tickling them while taking Taylor’s entire pecker in his mouth. Taylor was close to cumming. He wasn’t supposed to cum. Taylor pulled his hips back, hoping to escape. Don grabbed a thigh and pulled him back.
“No Slave 2, no pulling away.” Kam said. Right on schedule, Taylor had just realized how close he was to losing. Don was following orders.
Taylor started to panic, deciding the only thing he could do was try to get Don to shoot first. So Taylor sped up his sucking. Don did not get to cum often, so there was an effect, but it was not enough. Taylor growled as he tried to hold his cum in. It didn’t work, Taylor was mentally turned on obeying Kam’s orders and being degraded, and it had been so long since lips had been on his shaft. Taylor came, Kam burst out laughing.
“Be sure to swallow.” Kam nudged Don with his foot, getting a nod in return and throat action proving the command was fulfilled. The slaves broke apart. After a few breaths, Don got on his knees. Seeing Taylor was still laying on the ground, Don reached over and slightly pulled him up. Taylor got on his knees, keeping his eyes down. He had lost again.
“Slave 1, I will give you a reward later.” Don smiled at his Master, knowing he had pleased. “Slave 2, you came without permission, you need to be punished. Over my knee.”
“Yes Master.” Taylor said in his defeated tone, moving to bend over Kam’s knees, putting his ass up for the spanking he knew was coming.
“Slave 1, get my belt.” Kam ordered.
“Yes Master.” Don knew exactly where it was, so brought it quickly. Kam ran his hand over Taylor’s muscular butt. Taylor knew what was coming, finding himself turned on by Kam’s touch. How could he be aroused knowing he was going to get a spanking?
Kam’s hand was replaced by the looped belt. Cooler, less forgiving. When the belt stopped being rubbed on his ass, Taylor had only seconds before the first time it landed. Perfectly placed, and feeling sharp on his skin. Taylor couldn’t avoid letting a yelp out. Kam chuckled and struck again.
As the blows fell on his ass Taylor curled his legs in a futile attempt to protect himself. Taylor also tried to grab the floor, if he actually blocked Kam he would be punished even harder. The spanking hurt–a lot. Kam paused to rub his palm over an ass slightly welting. “Oh, look at that. Coming without permission, now a burning ass. Someone needs to remember that Master makes the decision and when Master says something slaves obey.” Kam slapped his bare hand on Taylor’s ass. “Understand me boy?”
“Ugh, Yes Master. I’m sorry Master.” Taylor almost sobbed. The pain was strong, he hadn’t cum in a while so the release had shocked him. All his emotions were jumbled up. Even the feeling of disappointing his Master. So much had happened since this morning. Taylor couldn’t keep up; he broke a bit further.
Kam picked the belt back up and landed five more. “Now, you came when I told you not to. I don’t care how much you want to, when I say no, it’s no. I chose everything. Now get down on your knees, kiss my feet and tell me you will obey me from now on.”
“Yes Master.” Taylor scrambled down, kissed Kam’s feet. “I am sorry I was disobedient Master, I will obey you from now on. If I don’t, please punish me as hard as you need to keep me subservient.”
Kam smiled at the addition. Not what he ordered, but a further surrender. Taylor would be more docile now. Kam stroked his hard dick. Punishing Taylor, then hearing his groveling had made Kam ready to cum again. “Both of you, on my dick now.” Kam pushed his hips up and leaned back.
Taylor was already there so obeyed at once. Don was standing a few steps away and got down. Taylor was sucking Kam’s shaft, so Don began to kiss and lick the groin area. As Taylor pulled back, Don moved to lick the base, Taylor was confused, never having sucked in tandem with someone else.
Don let a breath out, covered by his work so Kam could not tell the exasperation. Don drew his fingers up Taylor’s thigh then his side, back to the ass and gave a squeeze. Taylor moved so Don could get in a position to better service Kam.
Don helped Taylor by adjusting him with one hand so they could each get on the long shaft of Kam at the same time. “Oh fuck yes!” Kam shouted. Two sets of lips up and down felt so good. And they were his slaves, one desirous, one broken. Their tongues were working as well. Sometimes they were up and down together, sometimes at different rates. All of it made his cock feel so good.
Kam put his hands behind his head. His slaves working to make him feel good. Their hands on his thighs for support were warm. Spit dripped down to Kam’s balls already. There were gulps and sucking sounds. It was noisy and sloppy. Just as Kam wanted. Taylor’s long hair and Don’s shorter hair going up and down. Don’s tongue reached around and found Taylor’s at times. Don hoped Taylor would take the hint, but it took a while for Taylor to realize, and half-kiss Don around Kam’s significant girth.
Don moved a hand to fondle Kam’s balls, at some point Taylor realized that and moved his mouth down to Kam’s balls and began to work those. Kam made noises showing he was pleased as Don deepthroated Kam’s dick.
Taylor licked and brought his hand up to play with Kam’s balls. Don used his hand to move Taylor’s head a bit so Don could get all the way down without bumping into Taylor. Taylor swallowed in thought, realizing what Don was teaching him. How to work with Don to please Kam more. Taylor recalled the small prompts Don gave him so they could work together to make it better for Kam. Taylor knew Kam was supposed to be pleasured, the level was more advanced than Taylor had ever considered. Not waiting for Kam to order it, but to find a way to make Kam feel good.
Taylor licked while this went through his head. Don had more experience serving Kam, so Don had an advantage. That had to be a lot of it. Taylor then tasted something different, realizing that Don’s spit was dripping down onto Kam’s balls that Taylor was licking. Taylor pulled back for a moment, looking at Kam’s balls and seeing the fluid seeping down. Little bubbles in. Taylor forced himself to go back in and lick, getting a glob of it in his mouth. Taylor swallowed. He had to do this. What was important was licking Kam’s balls. Taylor silently sobbed at his degradation. Having to take in the spit of another slave who was throating his Master’s cock.
Kam felt great, Don was a skilled deepthroater, and was going full at it. His orgasm was not that long ago, but Don’s skills were bringing Kam close. That was not all. Taylor was licking Kam’s balls. More tentative, but there. Taylor who used to beat him in athletic competitions, but who Kam had crushed and broken. Old rival now on the floor, licking Kam’s balls.
Taylor’s tongue was good, but the fact it was a broken man doing it, licking balls because he had no choice, because he was Slave 2. No will of his own, Taylor had to do what he was told, had to pleasure Kam, had to make Kam feel good. Kam’s cock was being serviced by a slave who yearned to serve. Kam’s balls were serviced by a slave who had was broken. Making another man lick your balls, knowing he did it because he had no choice.
Don was working hard, and Taylor felt Kam’s balls pull up. Kam was going to cum. Kam was breathing heavily, moving sensually. Don changed how he was sucking to increase speed like Kam wanted, even if Kam hadn’t said a word. Don knew how to please his Master. Unconsciously, Taylor sped up as well. Kam let out a shout as he came. Don swallowed it down, letting some slide out of his mouth so Taylor could lick cum as well. Taylor did. Taylor recognized the taste of Kam’s cum.
Kam collapsed as Don gently sucked to get all of his favorite cum, and to clean up his Master’s cock. When Kam’s cock was clean, Don got down and put an arm around Taylor as they each licked a ball. Kam let them, that was a slave’s place. Kam had two slaves now, so he got double the ball licking.
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