I'll say what needs to be said

As I dressed for the workshop the next morning, I realized that my wedding ring was missing. I remembered that Master had removed it from my hand when he visited the first time last night, but I did not see what he did with it. Was it taken by one of his emissaries that visited after he did? Had he hidden it somewhere? I opened every drawer and searched every nook but did not find it. Then, his departing words replayed in my mind’s ear: “You have some work to do to earn your wedding ring.” 

I picked up my phone, opened the app, and typed him a message: “Sir, I cannot find my wedding ring, so I am hoping that You have it.” My finger hovered over the send button, but I hesitated. Will he think that I am accusing him of stealing it?

Without sending, I closed the app, finished dressing, and headed downstairs for the day’s workshops. They were scheduled to end at noon today, so I could have taken a late afternoon flight, but my arrival back home would be nearly midnight, and I would have a plane change. By taking tomorrow morning’s flight, I saved more than the cost of the extra night in the hotel, and my flight was direct, so I had plenty of time to catch up on work projects this afternoon and play tonight. 

As I walked into the auditorium, I grabbed a mug and filled it with coffee and a splash of cream. I headed to the table assigned to my discussion group. I was the first to arrive, so I placed my coffee at my chair and opened my laptop. I crossed the room to the catering table to pick up some fruit and headed back to my chair. I saw Allen at the table logging into his laptop. 

“Good morning, sir,” I said to him as I put my plate on the table by my coffee. 

He looked up and smiled, “Good morning! How was your evening?” His question seemed casual enough, but I still remembered that he had used my safe word yesterday afternoon. His build definitely did not match the Master’s, so I knew he wasn’t Master. I wondered if he was one of the visitors. 

“It was good. After the forced extraversion of yesterday’s workshops, I enjoyed some quiet time in my room. How about you, sir?”

“Good. Pretty quiet too, but I know what you mean. I felt really drained last night. Yesterday was a lot.” 

“I’m relieved that today is a half day.” 

“Me too. Are you headed home today?”

“No, sir. I fly back tomorrow. What about you?”

“Same.”

Other members of our group began arriving and joined in the conversation before the workshops started. I saw John across the room at his table, but he was in a chair with his back to me. The first speaker of the morning took the stage, and the workshops began. 

At the mid-morning break, Allen and I walked out together. I headed to the restroom. As I was exiting, John was entering. I said hello to him, and he said a casual, inattentive hello. I exited and returned to the auditorium. I refilled my coffee, chatted with members of discussion group, and returned focus to the speaker when the workshop resumed. 

When we concluded at noon, I was ready for lunch. Knowing he was sticking around until tomorrow too, I asked Allen if he wanted to grab lunch together. He agreed, so we headed out of the hotel to find a lunch place. His boss called him as we were eating. I heard him set up a Teams meeting in 30 minutes. We finished eating and headed back to the hotel. He headed back to his room for his call, and I headed back to mine to pack and catch up on emails. 

Late in the afternoon, I began preparing for Master. He had instructed me to be ready for him by sunset. Once I was showered and ready, I slipped into a t-shirt and workout shorts. I brought them with me so I could use the hotel gym while here, but I did not make it there. 

I opened the app. He had not messaged yet. I walked to the windows to close the curtains. My room faced north, so I had no direct view of the sunset. The sky in my view was very dim. I asked Siri for the time of sunset, and Siri answered that it was three minutes ago. I took a deep slow cleansing breath, slowly exhaled, and closed the curtains. I wanted to savor each moment of this last night here, my last night in service to this Master. 

Without the light from the street and buildings nearby, my room was suddenly very dark. I moved to the nightstand and turned on the lamp. Then, I dropped into the armchair and started scrolling through the app. I saw a screen name I recognized and felt my mouth begin to water. My cock and ass stirred too. CumGeyser was online. His thumbnail was a headless torso, neck to crotch, in a golf shirt and pants/shorts. The shirt fit snugly, so it highlighted his slim, toned chest and flat stomach. The short sleeves strained against the muscles of his upper arms. The pants also appeared to fit snugly, and the crotch bulged considerably. The app estimated that he was a half mile away. Curious, I pulled up a map on my phone. I zoomed to approximate a half mile and looked to see what was in that radius: hotels, restaurants, bars, a gym, a parking garage, and a few other businesses. I switched back to the app. I started to tap his profile so I could see his other photos and what information about himself he had shared, but then, I remembered that he would be able to see that I had viewed him. Did he know my screen name? Had Master shared that with him? Would he think that I was trying to invite him over? 

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and quickly shook my head to help clear my thoughts. I needed to focus on Master. He was not online yet, and I had no message from him. What if he was expecting me to have the door ajar already, so he could just walk in? 

I leapt from the chair, stripped, and hurried to the door. I opened it and turned the deadbolt, so it would block the door from closing fully. Then, I rushed to the bed. Placing my phone on the nightstand, I assumed the waiting position: head down, ass up. If he messaged me on the app, I would hear the alert tone. I waited. 

I did not have to wait long. The app chirped. I grabbed my phone and looked at the app. It was someone else. I opened the message, but it was boilerplate boring. I returned to the messages list and saw another new one from someone else, “Sup?” I returned to the messages list. Nothing. Just as I returned my phone to the night stand, it chirped again. This message also was not from Master, and when I opened it, it contained a picture and nothing else. It was a picture of a nice big dick, shaved balls, trimmed pubes, semi-erect. I returned to the messages list. Still nothing from Master. 

An hour passed, and my body needed to reposition. I shifted into a frog pose, a yoga position I had picked up in physical therapy for an injury. I held the position for several breaths until I felt the muscles relax. Seeing that Master still was not online, I took a chance and stood beside the bed to go through a few other stretches to help loosen my body back up. Thirty-minutes later, I was still in the dark by myself, and Master still was not online. 

I saw that CumGeyser’s thumbnail had moved closer, though. He was only a couple of hundred feet away. The thought of viewing his profile crossed my mind again. I was very curious to see his other pictures, view his answers to the standard questions, and read what he wrote. My brain suddenly lit up with memories of the taste and feel of his precum, sensations of his cock sliding in and out of my throat, the sound of his voice, and the cockiness of his words. My own cock had hardened, and instinctively, my hand reached for it. I felt my fingers wrap around my rod and stroke a couple of times. Then, I let go, shook my head vigorously, and put my phone aside. 

I wondered where Master could be. He had told me to be ready for him by sunset, but that was almost two hours ago now. I walked into the bathroom, drank a glass of tap water, and returned to the bed to wait. Over the next two hours, the app would chirp a few times, but none of the messages were from Master. With an early flight tomorrow, I knew that I needed to get some sleep. I closed the app, set my alarm for 3 a.m., and slipped under the covers. I drifted off to sleep. 

The room phone woke me around 1:30. Answering it, I heard Master’s voice tell me to unlock the door. Half asleep, I replied, “Aye, Sir.” 

“Good boi. Be right down.” He hung up. 

Returning the receiver to the cradle, I muttered, “I guess I wasn’t supposed to have unlocked it earlier. Oops…” 

I jumped out of bed, hurried to the bathroom and splashed some water on my face. I barely made it back to the bed when I saw the room brighten from the hallway lights and then grow dim again. 

Master walked to the side of the bed, “Turn and show me that ass.” 

I obeyed. I had been positioned with head at the headboard, so I shifted, so my head was on the opposite side of the mattress from where Master stood. I felt his warm hands rub my ass. He swatted me a couple of times, and then I felt his breath on my hole. He began to lick lightly at first, his tongue darting out for a quick lick. Gradually, he began to lick long and slow, probe with his tongue, and nibble with his teeth. Eventually, he had progressed to full bore eating of the ass. I was gasping, panting, and groaning in ecstacy. He was enjoying himself, and I was thrilled to be his for the taking. 

The room brightened again and then dimmed. I raised my head in time to hear the deadbolt retract and the door click closed. Someone else was here. 

I heard Master’s voice greet someone, “Hey there. Glad you could join us.” 

“Sure thing, man,” the other guy said in a whisper. 

Then, Master returned to eating my hole. Lust flooded my brain, and I began panting, moaning, and groaning again. I was biting a pillow and yelling into it when I felt a momentary pause in the rimming. Then, it resumed, but I knew this was not Master’s mouth. The other guy was eating this ass. Whoever he was, he had skills too. His tongue was opening the hole. His hands pulled my glutes apart, he spat on the hole, and his tongue drilled. I felt him stand and remove one hand from my ass. He seemed to move closer, and then, I felt something warm drizzle onto my ass. The drizzle turned into a more generous pour for a second. It must have been a squeeze of lube. Then, I felt him kneel behind me again. I felt a finger smear the lubricant onto my hole and slip inside. Two fingers smeared more lube and slipped inside. Then, it was three fingers. 

“Damn. It’s tight, but it does open up,” he said. 

Master replied, “I know. You want to slide that big dick of yours inside it, bud?” 

“Hell yeah!” he said, and I felt him start to stand and pull his fingers out of me, but then suddenly, he returned to his knees and his fingers went deeper into me. I grunted and then moaned.  

“Not so fast. If I let your cock into that hole, you’re going to have to let me eat your ass first.” 

There was silence for a moment. I could still feel his fingers inside me, so I began to squeeze and release them. I understood Master was using me in this moment to entice the guy he obviously invited to join him tonight. 

“Oh wow,” the guy said. “He’s trying to milk my fingers.” 

“Imagine that hole doing that your big thick cock,” Master cooed. “And all you have to do is let me eat your ass for a few minutes first.” 

“Ok, but I already told you. I’m not looking to get fucked tonight. I just need to bust a nut in a tight ass.” 

“I remember. How about you keep eating that hole while I get started on yours?” 

The guy agreed, and he returned his full attention to my hole. It sounded like Master knelt behind him and got to work. I could feel the guy moan and groan into my hole as Master’s tongue worked the guy’s hole. The guy’s hand would move away from my ass every few minutes and return wet with lube. Before long, his moans and groans into my hole had turned into whimpers and begging. I could tell that he needed to bury his cock in a hole bad. 

My hole needed a cock bad too. I hoped that Master would let him drive his cock into this hole soon. The rimming and ass eating continued though. I had passed the point of whimpering. The hunger for a long deep fuck consumed me. All I could do was pant, drool, and need cock. The guy seemed to be lost in eating, fingering, and lubing the hole while losing himself to the thrall of Master eating his ass. Finally, I heard Master moving. I felt the guy’s mouth being pulled away from my ass. I glanced down my body and saw Master lifting him, positioning him behind me. Master’s hand guided his cock to my hole. I felt the tip touch me, and guy’s hands grabbed my hips. He pulled them apart as Master positioned his cock. He pressed his cock to the hole, and I welcomed him inside. His cock was thick, like Master’s. I felt him sliding deeper and deeper. He was at Master’s depth, but I still did not feel his balls. He kept pushing. 

I groaned, “So deeeeep.” 

The guy’s hands released my cheeks and moved to grab the sides of my waist. He pulled me toward him, sinking his cock deeper and deeper. I heard Master’s voice. 

“Open up for him, boi. I want him balls deep inside you.” 

“Aye,” I grunted, “Sir. He’s going deeper than you. It hurts.” 

“I know, boi. Open up for him. I want him deep, deep inside you.” 

“Aye, Sir.” I managed through clenched teeth. I pulled the pillow to my face to muffle, and the sound I made was somewhere between a yell and growl. Obeying Master, I willed my body to open deeper, and I felt the guy pushing, pressing, driving deeper. 

“Ahhh,” the guy groaned. I felt his body against my hips. I also felt his balls against mine and against my legs. His balls hung very low, and they felt huge. Was this CumGeyser?  

Master spoke, “Stay.” 

“What?” the guy asked.

“Don’t move yet. Just hold here for now, but lean forward.” 

I felt the guy lean forward. His hands braced on my shoulder blades, pinning me to the mattress under him. Then, I heard him begin to moan again. Glancing downward along my body, I could make out Master’s form on the floor behind him. Master had returned to eating the guy’s hole. 

I heard the guy’s moans and groans begin to turn into whimpers and begs again. Instinctively, I began to squeeze and release his cock inside me. An “oh fuck” escaped his lips. Master continued to eat him, and I continued to milk him. 

Abruptly, impatiently, the guy spoke, “are you going to let me fuck him or not, man?” 

Master answered his question with one of his own, “are you going to let me fuck you while you fuck him?” 

I milked his cock eagerly. 

“Oh fuck…” he moaned. I felt him try to rock his hips, but Master smacked his ass loudly. The guy protested, “Bruh?! This hole is milking me. I gotta fuck it.” 

“I know,” Master said assuringly. Then, Master spoke to him in slow, broken phrases with an almost hypnotic tone to his voice. When he paused, I was sure he did something to the guy’s ass. Maybe a lick. Maybe a finger. During the pauses, the guy would moan or groan, so whatever Master did, it felt good. He was enticing the guy with his words and his efforts. “You are a long… thick… cock… sheath… stuffed deep… in my cumdump.” The guy kept moaning and grunting agreement. After a moment, Master continued in his seductive voice, “A cock sheath needs a thick dick inside it…” 

The guy moaned low, “mmm hmm.” 

In the dark, I saw Master’s form stand. The way he leaned to one side let me know that he had a finger or more inside the guy’s hole. “Say it for me, boi.” 

“A sheath needs a thick dick inside it…” 

Master echoed, “A cock sheath needs a thick dick inside it….” He paused and then emphasized, “What?” 

The guy’s voice sounded distant, lost, as he repeated, “A cock sheath needs a thick dick inside it, sir.” 

Master growled approvingly, and the guy gasp and then grunt long and hard. I felt his cock hardening inside me. It felt like it swelled, thickening as Master pushed his own cock into the guy’s hungry hole. Finally, I heard Master sigh deeply in satisfaction. The guy’s breath sounded labored as he tried to adjust to the Master’s cock inside him. Master spoke softly beside the guy’s ear. I could not make out the words, but I knew He was coaching him to open and relax. Finally, the guy’s breathing returned to normal and he muttered, “oh fuck… oh fuck.” 

Master spoke to both of us, “I am going to use this cock sheath to fuck my cum dump.” With that, I felt the guy’s cock slowly begin to withdraw. The guy whimpered when only the head of his cock was inside me. Master paused him there while he himself withdrew all but his head from the guy’s hole. Then, Master drove into him, which forced a grunt from the guy, and as the guy seemed about to recover, Master thrust both of them forward, plunging the guy’s cock into my hole. The guy and I grunted at the same time, and then, Master reset us for the first of many repeat moves until he was sure we were in synch with him. 

I could feel my hole getting very slippery. If this was CumGeyser, I could only imagine how soaked my hole was with his precum by now. His cock was sliding to its full depth with ease, so I knew his cock was generously lubricating me. Master seemed to relish fucking me with the guy’s dick, or rather, using the guy as a cock sheath to fuck me, his cumdump. The guy was breathless and speechless. Every time he rocked his own hips back, he pushed the Master’s cock into his own hole. Every time he thrust his hips forward to drive his cock into me, he gave the Master more room to thrust deeply into him. 

Finally, Master grabbed the guy’s hips and held them still for a moment. “Stop. I am going to fuck my cumdump. Just stand still for me, boi.” I felt the guy grow still. His cock was about half its depth inside me. I heard the guy gasp and felt him lunge forward. He was balls deep inside me, and Master was drilling his ass. 

“Fuck…” the guy moaned. 

Master chuckled cockily, “Just open up, so I can get my dick deep inside my cumdump.” 

The guy tried to protest, “He’s underneath me.” 

“Not that one. This one.” The guy grunted, and I imagined that Master had flexed his cock inside him. Master explained, “Once I fill this cumdump with my seed, it’ll take root. Then, your cock can shoot my seed into that cumdump.” 

I milked him and enjoyed feeling the force of Master’s thrusts reverberate through the guy’s cock into my hole. The guy grunted pleadingly, “What’s…he…doing….to me?”

“Breeding you, turning your hole into his cumdump,” I explained. 

“Oh fuck…”

“So your dick is his now, and he’s using his new dick to breed his other cumdump,” I continued. 

“Oh fuck, yeah!” The guy grabbed the side of my head with an open hand and pressed me hard against the mattress as he pressed his body upward. His voice became more clear, assertive, confident. “And what else?” 

I had no idea what he meant. Stupefied, I had no answer. 

“My bare cock is in your ass, faggot. As soon as I cum, you become MY cumdump too.” I gasped as he continued between Master’s thrusts, “Your husband’s… Master’s… and mine.” 

Master spoke, “Fucking right, faggot. You’re about to be his too.” I heard Master panting faster and faster and then start grunting. 

The guy pushed back, withdrawing his cock about halfway from my hole. “Fuck, Master, yes. Fill me.”

As Master’s breathing returned to normal, I saw him take a step back and smack the stud on the ass. “Mark your territory, boi.” 

Suddenly, the guy shifted his hand on the side of my head. His free arm wrapped across my waist and pulled me close, and his hips railed freely against my hole. The thrusts were intense, and before I realized it, I cried out. I caught myself, but he had what he needed. His panting turned to grunting, and I felt his cock flexing inside me as his load surged through it to mark his territory. 

As he pulled out, I heard Master’s voice, “Kneel before him, boi.”

I pushed myself back, sliding off the side of the mattress to the floor beside the guy. I shifted position to kneel facing him, my head bowed. 

I heard Master take a position behind me. He placed his hand on top of my head, “Cumdump, raise your left hand. It’s time to return your ring.” I obeyed as Master officiated, “After I bred my new cumdump tonight, I seeded the wedding ring with my cum as a symbol that my cock will always come between you and your husband from this day forward.” I heard him direct the next remark to man in front of me. “Boi, wipe your cock and put some of your seed on the ring too.”

A moment later,  I felt him slide my ring back onto my finger. It was covered in cum. Then, Master closed his fist in my hair and spoke, “With our seed, we have thee bred. With this ring, we now thee wed.” After a pause, he concluded, “You may now kiss our cocks.” 

I lifted my head just enough to kiss the heads of their cocks. They left me kneeling there while they dressed. Master left first. As he walked toward the door, he said, “Thanks for a hot time, cumdumps. If we show up in the same town again, I’ll enjoy breeding you again.” Then, he left. I still did not know who he was. 

The other guy was still in the room. He stepped toward me, still kneeling, and placed a hand on top of my head. “Do you know who I am, cumdump?” 

“Maybe, sir.”

“Speak.”

“Are you Cum Geyser, sir?” 

“Good boi. Do you know what happened tonight? Why he brought me with him?” 

“No, Sir.” 

He explained that after I told Master about his offer to fuck me, Master reached out to him. They made a plan. Master would tell me to expect him at sunset, but he wouldn’t show. Cum Geyser would be online nearby, so when I went on the app, I would see him. Cum Geyser was to let Master know if I looked at his profile or messaged him. Cum Geyser was not supposed to message me, though. If I did not contact him or view his profile, Master would invite him to a three-way with me. If I did contact him, though, he could do what he wished, but Master would not return. 

I understood. “It was a test of my obedience. Only Master can put a cock in me, Sir.” 

“That’s right, cumdump, and he put mine in you. He let me make you my cumdump too, so I have another question. Do you know who CumGeyser is?” 

“You are my Master too, sir.”

“That’s not what I was asking.”

“Apologies, sir. I am not sure what you mean.”

“Does the cumdump know me by another name?”

“No, sir. I do not believe so.” 

“No? Are you sure? Because I know who you are. I recognize your voice.” He then told me my name. 

My heart stopped. I did not know anyone in this city, so he must been at the workshop with me. Thinking about his build, I remembered that his build reminded me of Allen. “May I guess, sir?” 

“You may.” 

“Are you Allen, Sir?”

“I am. Do you want to turn on the lights now?” 

“Well, not really, Sir. I’m still naked, but You have fed me and bred me with Your Seed. You are my master now, so if You want the lights on, I will obey.” 

“Get into bed and cover yourself. Then, turn on the lamp so we can talk.” 

I obeyed. He explained that because he lived only a couple of hours from me, he would expect me to visit him once a month for a fresh breeding. In addition, he visited my area every three to four months, so when he was in town, he would expect me to submit for breeding.

I asked if he knew who Master was. He said he did not. They had connected through the app, and Master had given him my room number. He did not recognize me during his first visit. Tonight, though, he recognized my voice. 

We said our goodnights, and he left. I picked up my phone and sent one final message to Master. I thanked him for dominating and using me during this visit, and I included my anonymous email address in case he would like to contact me again in the future: [email protected]. 

Three months later, Master emailed. We struck up some correspondence. He asked about my anonymous email address and what kind of stories I write. Then, he asked if I would write a story about my experiences with him. These few chapters are my response.