I'll say what needs to be said

I set the door ajar and laid back on the bed. Master messaged me that this next emissary would test how well I understood His instructions. Then, he told me to get on my back on the bed with a pillow under my hips and to wear a pillow case over my head again. I followed those instructions. The pillow case still smelled of CumGeyser’s musk and precum. It was still damp, but it was my privilege to follow Master’s instructions. 

I heard the door open, saw the light fill the room and then fade, and heard door click closed. I heard footsteps as the visitor approached the bed. 

“Oh yeah… so hot,” he uttered softly. He was talking about me but not to me. 

I heard him removing his clothes. He dropped them to the floor where he was standing. 

“Grab your ankles, boi,” he whispered. I obediently raised my legs into the air and raised my hands to grasp my ankles. I hear him moan, “So hot.”

“Thank you, sir.” 

“You will not speak to me unless I ask you a direct question.”

I remained silent. He was quiet for a moment after that instruction, and then, presumably satisfied that I was obeying the instruction, he continued. 

I felt him climb onto the bed between my legs. He began kissing and licking my inner thighs. The warmth of his lips and tongue felt enticing. I relaxed and melted into his service. He licked my balls and sucked each one in term. He licked my cock, and as I panted, he took it into his throat and began to bob up and down. His mouth felt so good on my cock that I moaned aloud. 

My brain raced to Master’s instructions. Had he said anything about someone touching my cock or balls? I did not remember anything. He said that no one could put a cock in me without his permission, and he told me explicitly that I could not beg anyone to fuck me. I could not remember anything about someone putting my cock in them. I hoped that I was not wrong. 

His mouth was getting my dick really wet and slippery. The sensations felt amazing, and my 7” cock was definitely showing up for it. Maybe because I had not cum yet despite my adventures this evening, I could feel my orgasm rising. If he did not stop soon, my load would erupt in his mouth. I could not tell him, and I could not stop him, but I figured that he needed to know. 

I squirmed and grunted, hoping he would ask me a question, so I could speak. He removed my cock from his mouth. I breathed a sigh of relief. In the dark, with the pillow case over my head,  I could not see even an outline of his shape. I heard the sound of slurping and imagined that he had slipped a finger through his lips to wet it. A moment later, I felt a wet finger rubbing a lot of saliva onto my hole. He blew softly on my hole, and then, he drove his face toward it. His tongue licked, probed, and caressed, and penetrated my hole. 

I saw stars. I was gasping, groaning, moaning, and grunting. It felt so good, and his blowjob had horned me up. I needed a dick in my ass, but I was not allowed to speak. Even if I were allowed, Master had forbidden me from begging anyone to fuck me. The way this emissary was rimming the hole and eating this ass was firing my blood, and I needed relief. I let out a long, loud roar. He promptly stopped and slammed a pillow over my already covered face. 

“Do NOT do that. Someone will call security, and the Master will be done with you.” 

After he felt my body relax, he removed the pillow. “Keep quiet, boi. Got it?”

“Yes Sir.” My orgasm had retreated, and my blood was still simmering with lust but not boiling. 

I heard him lay the pillow aside, and I felt his knees move upward, positioning on either side of me against my pits. I felt him lifting the edge of the pillow case, and I gasped, “Oh, ummmm.” I stopped short of words. 

“Don’t worry, boi. I’m not going to remove it. I just need your mouth.” He slipped the pillow case up until I felt cool air on my neck, chin, jaw, lips, nose, and cheeks. 

He smacked his cock against my cheeks and lips. He told me to lick his balls, so I obeyed. His sack was smooth and smelled freshly showered. After I got his balls good and wet, he lifted them away and smacked my lips and cheeks more with his cock. I could feel precum splatter my skin. He shifted again, so his balls were on my chin, so I resumed licking and sucking them. After a while, he shifted and smacked my cheeks and lips some more, splattering more precum on me. This dance continued until my cheeks felt damp. Rubbing his cock on me, he smeared his precum all over my skin. 

“Mmm, you like precum, don’t you, boi?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You want this precum in your mouth, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” 

I felt him press his cock against my lips. “Then, open up.” 

Master’s words were loud in my mind. Only he can put a cock in me. I kept my lips closed. 

“I said, ‘open up,’ boi. You know you want to a taste.” 

He was right. I did want a taste, and I could feel him brushing my lips with the slippery nectar. I turned my head to the side. 

“Boi, are you refusing to taste me?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Why?”

“Only Master can put a cock or load in me, Sir.” 

“Did I say I was going to put my cock in your mouth, boi?” 

“No, sir.” 

“Did I say I was going to cum in your mouth, boi?”

“No, sir.” 

Then, open up.” 

I turned my face back toward his cock. With my eyes still inside the pillow case and the room so dark, I could not see his face to try to read his expression. Still, though, something felt wrong. I quickly turned away again. 

“What the fuck, boi?” 

“I don’t know if Master would consider precum part of a load or not, sir. It is my privilege to serve Him, and I do not want to disobey Him.” 

I felt him shift, sliding down my body. Then, I felt his cock smack my left nipple and splattered precum on it. He thumbed the nipple, smearing the precum sensuously. As he continued to rub the precum on my left nipple, I felt him moving, shifting. Then, I felt his other hand move to my right nipple, and he smeared it with precum. Massaging both nipples with precum, he lowered his head to mine and kissed me lightly on the lips. He licked my lips and kissed me again. I felt his tongue attempt to press through my lips, but I knew he had licked the precum from my lips and was trying to feed it to me with his kiss. I pressed my lips together tightly to keep him out. 

He raised his head, and a moment later, I felt spit land on my right nipple and then my left. He continued playing with my nipples. My cock was heating up, and my ass was too. I felt my hips pressing up reflexively, instinctively presenting my hole. I knew I needed to fight it, but my nipples were hard-wired to my hole and my cock. The slippery precum and pressure from his thumbs was stoking my lust. I felt his legs maneuver between mine. He spread my legs, and pressed his cock head against my ball sack. I felt it trace down the sack toward my hole. I felt him leaving a slug trail as his cock moved closer and closer to my hole. His thumbs pressed urgently into my nipples and moved in small, barely perceptible circles. My eyes rolled up, and a low, hungry moan escaped through my throat from somewhere deep in my soul. 

I was about to fail my Master. The emissary’s cock was almost on my hole, and every cell in my body, every fiber of my being, was screaming for cock, his cock, any cock, the Master’s cock. Suddenly, my left leg dropped flat against the mattress, and my right leg lifted. My right foot found his hip and pushed him off balance, so he tumbled over my left leg. I drew my legs together and crossed them below the knees. 

“What the hell, boi? You want my dick. I can tell.” 

“Yes, sir. You are making me so fucking horny. I can’t think straight, but only Master can put a cock in me.” 

“Fuck,” he hissed. I felt him straddle my hips and then shift upward. I felt him leaning forward until I felt his breath. First, he blew on my left nipple; then, the right. He licked each one. Then, he sucked each one. As he sucked, he tilted his hips to touch the head of my cock, and I inhaled sharply. I could feel his hole teasing the head of my cock. He stopped playing with my nipples for a moment. I heard him stroke himself a few times, and then, I heard and felt his cock smack my stomach. I felt more precum splatter my torso. He rubbed his fingers in it, reached behind himself, and then smeared it on my cock and his hole. He spat in his hand and smeared that on my cock. Then, he returned his pre-cummy spit hand to my left nipple and his mouth to my right one. He rubbed his hole against my cock, tilted his hips, caught the head of my cock, and opened his hole to take me inside him. He lowered his hips until my cock was fully engulfed. 

My eyes scoured the darkness inside the pillow case. I needed to see his eyes, but I could not. I could only feel him moving forward and back, up and down. I opened my mouth to speak but caught myself. My mouth just hung open, silent, in the darkness, as this emissary impaled himself on my cock, squeezed, lifted away, and impaled itself again. I could not speak unless spoken to. Precum continued to seep from his cock, dripping onto my stomach. Occasionally, he would lift his hands from my nipples, fondle himself, and then return his hands with satin, slipper, sensual massage lubricant. My nipples were firing my cock and hole. 

The sensation of being ridden was nice enough, but as a bottom, I enjoyed being fucked much more than I enjoyed fucking. After several minutes of riding me while milking my cock with his ass, he apparently caught on. He dismounted and dropped to my ass again. 

His mouth was tantalizing. He had barely begun to rim the hole and eat the ass, but I was squirming, groaning, whining, whimpering, and moaning. 

“You like that, boi. Don’t you?” 

I eagerly agreed that I did, “Yes, sir.” 

“You want me to continue?”

“Yes Sir.” 

“You want me to fuck this hole?”

I heard him and what he wanted me to say. I wanted to say it too, but I could not. “If Master allows Your Cock in me, but only if He does, sir.” 

His mouth returned to my hole, and his hand wrapped around my cock. As he ate my hole, he stroked my pole. My toes were starting to twitch, and I knew this would not last much longer. Opening my mouth, I stopped before speaking. A whine escaped my throat. 

“Yeah, boi. You’re helpless to stop me from doing what Your Master allows.” 

I moaned. 

“Let me know when You are about to cum, boi.” As soon as his words left his lips, his tongue returned to my hole. 

It wasn’t long. I whispered loudly, “Fuck! Sir. I’m going to cum… please sir.” 

Quick as a flash, he sprang upward. His mouth on my neck, kissing, licking. His hands guided my cock to his hole, and his hips tilted, found the mark, and swallowed my cock whole. As soon as I felt his cheeks against my balls, I succumbed. 

My body tensed. My breath stuttered. The blood roared in my ears. My head drew back, and my toes curled. I groaned and grunted as my balls erupted through my cock. Shockwaves convulsed my body, and then, I felt him riding me again. He was saying something. It took a moment for me to bring his voice to focus. 

“… did well. Master told me that if I did not succeed in getting my load into You, I had to take Your load in my ass. Congratulations…” he sounded sarcastic if not bitter, “…faggot.” 

“Thank you, sir.” I panted as I grabbed his cock with my right hand and thrust my hips to drive mine deep inside him. My left hand lifted his balls as my right hand started stroking. 

“What the…” he sounded surprised. 

“Stay,” I demanded as I thrusted hard into his hole. “My load. My hole. Until I decide to pull out.” 

He cooed, “Oh fuck…”

I stroked his cock vigorously while rocking my hips to grind my cock against his prostate. I felt him lean forward to press his hands against my chest. I liked that it felt like he was pinning me down, but his posture made it hard for me to keep my cock in his hole when my hands were busy with his cock and balls. 

“Lean back, sir. My load. My hole. Until I pull out.” 

He obeyed. I massaged his balls, pressing them toward his body with my fingers and then letting them drop on their own before pressing them back toward him again. I could feel my load squishing inside him, and I could feel that his balls were tightening. 

“You wanted to give me this load all night, haven’t you?” I teased him. 

“Yes, boi.” 

“Then, do it, sir. Shoot.” I lifted him with my hips, driving my cock deep. “Let it go,” I added as I lightly tapped the bottom of his balls. “Give it to me,” I continued as my hand unrelentingly jerked him off.

His balls rose, he gasped and then grunted. and his cock thickened as the first rope of cum fired from his cock. I felt it hit my neck. “Ahhhh,” he groaned as his seed spewed out of him and onto me. I felt his warm wet cum landing on my chest at first and then my stomach. I kept stroking until he grabbed my wrist to stop me. I let go. 

“Master has not allowed for your cum to enter me,” I reminded him. Taking a chance, I commanded, “so clean me up, sir.” I knew he might not take kindly to my orders now that his balls were drained, but I wanted to see how he interpreted the instructions. 

Still grasping my wrist, he tossed my arm onto the bed. “Fine. Be right back.” 

I had hoped he would lick me clean, but I guess, with his balls drained, the moment was gone. He went into the bathroom and returned a minute later with a warm, damp cloth and a dry towel. He wiped me down well and then dried me. He was, at least, thoughtful. 

I heard him dress and leave without another word. I removed the pillow case from my head, turned on the lights, and drank more water. I checked the app and saw that Master was online but had not messaged me. I figured He was getting a report from his latest emissary. 

I rinsed off in the shower and freshened up—in case He had another visitor for me. Honestly, I was tired, and I had a full day tomorrow, so I hoped for sleep soon. 

The app chimed. I looked at the message. It was from someone else and read like a fake, so I deleted it. I saw that Master now showed offline, so I proceeded to get ready for bed. 

I locked the door and secured the latch. Climbing into bed, I turned off the lights and felt myself drift off to sleep.