Devon the Ripped Masseur

Chapter Two

Getting Dominated by Master Devon

In the span of a few minutes, I had become ripped Black Masseur Devon’s slave.  I would do almost anything for the stud.  As we entered my hotel bathroom, he murmured “Perfect.”  I could see he was looking at the large, deep bathtub.  There were two faucet handles for hot and cold water, a spray nozzle, and a lever to move back and forth depending whether you wanted to use the nozzle or just fill up the tub.  He pulled off his tight black body shirt and I stood in awe at his smooth, creamy caramel upper torso, with his big 50” pecs and large brown nipples.  He had a defined six pack as well with no treasure trail. 

“Take off your briefs,” he demanded while shifting the bathtub level to the nozzle setting.  Slowly, I pulled down the sides of my turquoise briefs.  My semi-hard cock flopped out above my low hanging, hairless balls.  Devon watched my striptease as he turned the knobs.  Water, at a high pressure, sprayed from the nozzle.  He nodded at my crotch, “Nice cut dick.  Big balls.”  I smiled, tempted to say something brash like “Maybe I’ll let you suck them,” or “They know how to fuck,” but was afraid Master Devon would see that as disrespectful.  

“Get in the tub, on your knees,” he instructed me while testing the temperature of the water with his free hand.  I stepped over the tub wall and sank to my knees.  The tub was wide and I assumed a quasi-child’s pose, with my feet braced against the tub’s inner walls.  “Lift your head,” Devon said.  I did so.  He was standing beside the tub but his left hand was wrapped around the spray nozzle.  He had it pointed downward so the water didn’t spray wildly.  Devon turned the angle of the nozzle and warm water hit my right quad.  “Temp okay?” the Black Masseur asked.  “Yeah,” I replied.  Then he began directing the spray up and down my right and left quads, massaging them, before lifting the nozzle and letting the water splash into my smooth abs.  

Devon stayed away from my cock and balls but the sensual sensation of the water made my cock begin to rise.  It didn’t become fully erect initially but it was no longer sloping downward.  Devon lifted the nozzle further and began to spray my upper abs and then my 18” pecs.  “Lift your arms,” he ordered.  I did so, giving him a double bi-flex to expose my cropped, dirty blonde pit hair.  He sprayed the hot water up and down my pits then placed the nozzle on the bathtub bottom where it sprayed into a corner.  

Devon grabbed the sides of his black briefs and peeled them down his big quads.  His pubic bone came into view and I could see a tuft of black pubic hair at the root of his thick cock.  Then his semi-hard cock emerged and bounced upwards.  He was definitely packing 8.5 to 9”.  The dick was cut and his fat cock head was swollen.  The head was almost a pinkish color compared to his dark brown shaft and balls.  He watched me watching him.  “You want it badly, don’t you, slave?” he teased me.  I nodded submissively as he stepped over the bathtub wall and stood directly in front of me.  Except for his hood and mask, he was completely naked.  His half-hard ebony-colored cock was swaying inches away from my face. 

Devon reached down and grabbed the nozzle one more time.  He aimed the spray at my right quad again but this time slowly moved it to my cock head, which began bouncing back and forth.  “Ohhhhhhh,” I moaned as the hot water bathed my dick head.  He leaned forward and his free hand wrapped around the base of my shaft.  Holding my cock in place, he battered the v-spot of my dick with the warm water.  “Ohhhhhh, fuuuucccckkkkk!” I moaned again.  Devon smirked then moved the direction of the spray up and down my cock from the head to the base and back up again.  It felt like an amazing blowjob and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold off my orgasm.  My eyes were fixated on his huge cock, which hardened until it was at full mast.

Master Devon let go of my shaft but continued to aim the bath spray at the entire length of my fully erect dick.  Then he moved the spray southward and began to assault my smooth balls.  Those are the most sensitive part of my body.  But the high pressure spray pounded my nuts.  I felt twinges of dull pain along with sparks of pleasure as my cock head and shaft stood straight up between my legs.  The Black Dom’s free hand moved to his own shaft.  “You want this, cocksucker?” he asked with another smirk.  I nodded my head and began to lean forward.  He met me halfway, thrusting his hips toward me.  His mushroom head bumped against my nose and mouth.  I thought I saw wetness in the slit.  “Open your mouth, Bitch!” he ordered.  I did and extended my tongue.  “May I, Sir?” I asked.  He grinned, liking the sign of respect.  “Yes…slave, you may,” he responded.  I licked his slit, tasting pre-cum that was more sweet than salty.  My mouth then captured his cock head and moved down his shaft about four inches.  I began to bob up and down but he pressed forward, forcing me to take most of the rest of his dick into my throat.

Then I felt the warm water again.   I was sure I was leaking jizz but it was quickly washed away.  While I was focused on servicing Devon’s cock, he twisted the angle of the spray so it shot into my taint below my balls, but still catching the back of my balls.  This sent shivers up and down my spine.  After a few seconds, he moved the spray towards my hole.  I felt the water hit my pucker.  I moaned around the Black Masseur’s hard cock.  “That’s it, Bitch, suck my cock as I fuck your hole with this spray.”  I stretched my mouth even wider and went deeper on him, until my nose brushed up against his patch of black pubic hair.  

Seconds later, with Devon beginning to face fuck me in earnest, he moved the direction of the spray back to my erect cock.  This time, when the water hit my v-spot, I realized I wouldn’t last.  I could see my swollen head under assault.  It began to pulse in the spray.  My balls drew up and I went beyond the point of no return.  Cum erupted from my slit.  My body convulsed while my throat remained impaled on the Black Masseur’s cock.  

When I began to come down from my release, Devon re-directed the spray to the floor of the tub.  He let go of the nozzle and cupped the back of my head.  “Fuck…oh fuck!” Devon exclaimed, then announced “Gonna give you my big load!  Breed your throat!”  Suddenly, my mouth and throat were filled with a massive load of cum.  He shot over and over again.  I couldn’t keep up with the flood of jizz, and some cum began to dribble down the sides of my chin.  I kept sucking and soon was cleaning and polishing Devon’s manhood.  His cum was the best I had ever tasted.

Once he came down from his orgasm, the masked Black Masseur withdrew his semi-hard cock.  “Good boy,” he said, adding “Let’s get in the shower,”—more as an order than a suggestion.  He twisted the knobs turning off the spray nozzle and stepped from the bathtub.  I was still trying to recover my senses.  But I stood up, stepped out of the tub, and dutifully followed the stud.  

Master Devon had turned on the shower, which had a big diameter rainwater shower head.  The water poured down and splashed all over his tall, muscled physique.  I joined him in the shower and he wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me close under the hot water.  It was a sweet, almost protective embrace for an alpha dom.  But within seconds, he had raised his right arm above his head, cupped the back of my head and pressed my face into his armpit with trimmed black pubic hair.  “Lick it, Bitch!” he ordered.  With our partially hard cocks now frotting against each other, I opened my my mouth and began slobbering all over Devon’s pit.  “Mmmmmmm,” he sighed but his moans were nearly drowned out by the powerful stream of water cascading on us both.  After several moments, he lifted his left arm and, without being told what to do, I moved my tongue to his left pit and licked every corner of it.  “Mmmmmm…so good, slave,” he moaned again.

After a few minutes, Devon pulled my face into the valley between his sculpted pecs.  “Suck my nips, Bitch!” he demanded.  I began to lick, suck and gently teeth his large brown nipples, which quickly became erect.  His cock had recharged and was rising again.  Mine soon followed as we were both lost in lust in the shower.  I wondered to myself, what if anything he planned to do next.

(To be continued.)