The Boys Thomas and Carl
Master turned His key in the front door and returned home. His butler Peter had heard His car arrive and was waiting on all fours in his uniform in the entrance hall to greet Him. Master ruffled His hand through His boy’s cropped hair.
“Good evening, Peter, any news?”
“Good evening, Master, there has been a delivery today for You from Master Wolfgang. The smaller package is on the dining room table for You.”
Master was intrigued. Master Wolfgang was an old friend of His, and He had loaned His boy Thomas to him for a weekend a month or so ago. No doubt this was Master Wolfgang’s thank-you gift. He opened the box on the table and first found a bundle of fresh asparagus – this provoked a grin as Master remembered how bitter His piss became after eating it, and how it was His favourite prelude to a piss play session with Thomas, His favourite slave and pissoir boy.
Next was a collar, a dog leash and a white jockstrap, lightly scented with fresh sweat, just as Master liked it. Attached was a photo of a bearded, burly man with cropped hair and a torso covered in a thick pelt of body hair that had originally been ginger but was now greying. Master liked what he saw, but didn’t recognise the photo. His reverie was interrupted by Peter bringing Him His drink.
“Thank you, Peter. Who owns you, boy?”
“You own me Master.”
“Good boy, let’s see if that simple statement still gets you hard,”
Master pulled his butler towards him and popped open the pouch of his neoprene jock. The usual smear of precum was there, dripping from Peter’s caged cock.
“Good boy,” said Master, “I’m glad to see my precum cow is leaking. I’ve been very pleased with your service and have decided to give you a reward.” Master pulled out the tiny key to Peter’s cock cage and unlocked, then removed it. Peter’s shaved cock and balls swung in front of him as his cock thickened. “I will keep this cage in case I ever need to punish you, boy,” He said, placing it on the table. “But for now you can service my feet, it’s been a long day.”
“Yes, Master,” said Peter, dropping to his knees and licking his Master’s highly polished dress shoes. After a few moments of reverent worship, Master instructed him to remove his shoes and socks, and soon Peter’s tongue was eagerly lapping his Master’s bare feet, causing Master to sigh with pleasure and lean back in his armchair as He felt the stresses and strains of the day ebb away. The hot, wet tongue on His feet was making His cock thicken and He leaned forward and lifted His slave’s mouth from his feet, pushing him up onto his knees and revealing his boy’s hard cock.
“Good boy, now help me change,” said Master. They moved to the dressing room and Peter collected Master’s suit jacket, tie, dress shirt, suit trousers, shoes and socks as His Master removed them, until He was standing in his tight black underwear with a growing bulge in the front. Master walked over to a drawer and removed a package and a lube dispenser from it.
“Turn around and lean against the wall and show me your arse,” he said to Peter, who obeyed his Master at once, pushing out his arse framed in the straps of the neoprene jock. “Good boy,” said Master, “time for another treat.” He picked up the lube dispenser and squirted a dollop onto His fingers which quickly found Peter’s twitching arsehole. Standing behind His butler, He whispered in his ear, “Just like old times, eh?”. And with that, He pulled the butt plug from the package and pushed it into Peter’s hole. His butler jumped from the intrusion and his cock thickened. Master grinned and pressed a button on the exposed end of the plug, making it vibrate and twist inside Peter, who moaned softly.
“Good boy,” whispered Master. “Who owns you slave?”
“You own me, Master.”
“Good boy. Why do I own you, boy?”
“To give you pleasure, Master.”
“Good boy, now fetch my chaps, jacket and boots from the wardrobe and dress me. Keep that plug inside you as you work, or there will be consequences. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
Peter walked a little awkwardly over to the wardrobe and returned with his Master’s leathers that he lovingly cleaned and polished each week. As he helped his Master on with his leathers, he admired his Master’s toned, lightly tanned body, especially how good His arse cheeks looked framed by the black leather chaps. He knelt to help his Master on with His tall boots, polished daily to a mirror shine, then stood to slip his Master’s leather jacket over His muscled arms and shoulders, leaving His well-developed chest and flat stomach exposed.
“Service my cock, boy,” said Master, and Peter dropped to his knees, inhaling the scent from his Master’s cock before licking it all over, tasting the day’s perspiration, then swirling his tongue over the head as it swelled in his mouth. The transformation was complete, the mild-mannered university academic in a suit had been replaced by his dominant leather Master.
Master pulled Peter’s head down onto his hard cock and began to skullfuck his slave. The double assault on both his holes caused Peter’s cock to drip faster, until a thickening string of precum dangled from his fully hard cock. Master never tired of feeling Peter’s tight throat around His cock head, sighing with pleasure as He sat down on the bed and pulled his slave between His legs. He slid His booted feet forwards until the boot shanks were either side of Peter’s dripping throbbing cock, then pressed them together, gripping his slave’s cock in highly polished leather. He pulled His cock out of Peter’s throat and looked down at his pleading eyes.
“You will continue to service my cock, boy, but you have permission to rub your boy cock on my boots until you shoot.”
Peter nodded and grunted as he began to thrust his cock between his Master’s boots as he deep throated His cock. His breathing became ragged as Master fucked his throat and squeezed His slave’s cock between His boots. Peter looked up at his Master, as he had done many times and Master recognised the telltale sign that His slave was on the edge.
“It’s like having my own whore,” said Master. “My own grovelling, eager, greedy fuckboy whore, so desperate for my cock and the cocks of anyone else I choose. You’re my owned whore slave, aren’t you Peter?”
As his Master spoke his name, Peter thrust hard and released his load all over his Master’s boots, his head collapsing into his Master’s lap as shockwaves ran through his body.
“Thank You, Master,” he said, once his breathing had recovered, as Master removed His cock from his mouth and he bent to lick up his load from Master’s boots.
“Good boy, “ said Master when Peter had finished. “ Now take this asparagus and prepare it for dinner this evening. I take it you have installed my new pet in the guest boys’ dorm?”
“Yes Master, he was tired after his journey and is having a nap.”
“Very good. Make sure he’s ready to join me for dinner and tell him to wear this.” He handed Peter the jockstrap and collar from the package. “That will be all.”
“Yes, Master.”
Master sipped His drink and resumed reading Master Wolfgang’s note: the boy’s name was Carl; he was one of the foremen on Master Wolfgang’s estate and had originally been hired from Denmark to supervise the asparagus fields. It had not taken Master Wolfgang long to uncover Carl’s eagerness to serve Him, and he had become a member of Master Wolfgang’s stable and household. Master’s eyes kept wandering back to the photo as He read, and he could feel His cock stirring again. The final item in the box was a body hair trimmer with another note attached to it, in which Master Wolfgang suggested Master have Carl shorn of his body hair soon after his arrival and that He didn’t need to return him until it had grown back. He grinned again.
Taking another sip of His drink, Master leaned back in His armchair and let His thoughts wander back to the time when He had just purchased the house, isolated in its own grounds but a conveniently short drive from the city, with outbuildings suitable to conversion for His very particular needs. The buildings had been empty for several years and needed refurbishment and modernising. He had asked around His friends for recommendations for a builder who could do the work, and the name of Thomas had been mentioned by several of them. He was said to be discreet and able to produce good-quality work quickly and had apparently installed playrooms and dungeons in several properties that had proved more than satisfactory. Master had emailed Thomas’s company and arranged a preliminary site visit. A week or so later, Thomas had arrived to meet Him at the property. A handsome man in his work boots, jeans and checked shirt, with pure white hair and beard and white body hair peeping out of his shirt, Thomas had been business-like and unfazed when Master had explained His requirements. Master noticed Thomas didn’t wear a wedding ring, took a liking to him, and hired him on the spot.
Thomas asked if he could install some temporary huts for him and his team to live in on site, and Master had agreed, offering to provide meals prepared by his butler, Peter. The main building was to be renovated first so that Master could move in while the other work continued. This was done in a few weeks, and He enjoyed watching Thomas directing the men at work through the window of His study. As the summer progressed, Thomas and his men often worked in shorts and white singlets, making Thomas’s abundant body hair all the more visible.
One morning, Thomas asked to see Master to explain that the mains water supply would have to be turned off to enable the installation of new bathrooms. He asked if Master wanted portable site toilets to be installed, but Master said that He would be able to manage, with a slight wink that He was sure Thomas had noticed.
Later in the day, Master had felt the urge to piss and told Peter to fetch Thomas. When Thomas arrived, Master explained His urge and, without saying anything more, Thomas had dropped to his knees, closed his eyes and tilted his head upwards with his mouth open. Delighted, Master had pulled out His cock and relieved Himself into Thomas’s mouth. Thomas had swallowed all he was given, not letting a drop escape, his tongue lapping Master’s cock clean. His expert subservience had created a surge of lust in Master, who had then skull fucked Thomas, filling his throat with a load of His superior semen to wash down His piss. Thomas had again licked his Master’s cock clean, before it was withdrawn and put back in His trousers.
“Thank you, Thomas, that will be all.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You did well Thomas, but you will call me ‘Master’ from now on and you will come to my bedroom this evening when you have finished work.”
“Yes, Master.”
He had then rung the bell to summon Peter and told him to move a single mattress to the bottom of His bed, and to prepare a collar, leash and jockstrap. Thomas had been shown to his Master’s room that evening where he was stripped, inspected and dressed in his pet uniform of the jock, collar and leash. He had not slept on the mattress at the foot of the bed for several nights: instead, Master had explored every inch of his furry body and tested his expertise at sexual service. While servicing his Master’s engorged cock, his skilled, probing tongue had lapped at his Master’s balls and then explored his Master’s crack and hole, provoking an explosive orgasm. Master decided to reserve rimming as Thomas’s special treat, and Thomas had been a fixture at the foot of Master’s bed ever since. As each room in the house was completed, Thomas had been used in it by Master, to ‘christen’ it and mark the room and Thomas as His.
Thomas’s expertise at piss service had been the reason for him being sent to visit Master Wolfgang, who was eager to experiment with asparagus piss play. He had given excellent service, according to Master Wolfgang, and Master had rewarded him suitably when he returned.
Thomas’s arsehole had been relatively unused when he had joined Master’s household, and He had taken great pleasure in training it. He had a special training bench constructed to His specifications and installed in the playroom. It was about eight feet long, narrow enough to be straddled, and fitted with a series of butt plugs, each one larger than the previous one, ending in a pear-shaped monster that would challenge the most experienced slave.
Master would install himself in an armchair at the end of the bench and then have Peter bring in Thomas. Peter would lubricate Thomas’s arsehole and the first plug. Stripped naked apart from his collar, Thomas was told to spread his knees and sit on the first plug, holding his cock to one side so Master could see the plug penetrate his toy’s twitching hole. He was then instructed to fuck himself on it, riding it while Master watched his grimace and his swelling cock. After a few minutes, as Master saw Thomas’s hole relaxing, He would order Peter to prepare the second plug and Thomas would move forward. Thomas was a quick learner and twice-weekly sessions on the bench enabled him to progress along it until he reached the end and was rewarded with Master’s load down his throat.
These sessions intensified the bond between Thomas and Master, who decided that Thomas’s evening ritual would be to ride a series of toys while He watched, although sometimes Thomas performed so well that He would lift him off the toy and fuck His load into Thomas’s well-trained hole as a reward.
A noise somewhere in the house snapped Master out of his daydreaming and He rang the bell to summon Peter.
“You rang, Master?”
“Yes, bring Thomas to me with his toys.”
“Yes, Master.“
A few minutes later, Peter returned, followed by Thomas in collar and jockstrap, carrying the box containing his toys. Thomas dropped to his knees and presented himself to Master, who clipped Thomas’s leash to his collar.
“Thank you, Peter, now bring me my new pet Carl.”
“Yes, Master.”
When Peter returned a short while later with Carl, the kneeling Thomas’s mouth was being roughly fucked by his Master’s cock. Carl knelt in front of Master.
“Your new pet, Carl, Master.”
“Thank you, Peter, that will be all. I will ring when dinner is required.”
“Yes, Master.”
Master turned to the kneeling Carl and reached over to attach his leash to his collar.
“I’m very pleased to see you boy, and will make my pleasure clear to Master Wolfgang.”
On hearing Master speak, Thomas choked slightly on His cock but continued to service it.
“I understand you have seen my boy Thomas service your Master,” He said, turning to Carl, “Now it is your turn to watch and learn what I like. In a moment Thomas will put on a show for me.”
He withdrew His now glistening cock from Thomas’s mouth and leaned back in His armchair.
“Come here,” He said to Carl and the boy took Thomas’s place between his Master’s spread knees. Master noticed Thomas’s intake of breath as he caught sight of Carl, as He ordered him to begin. He bent down to kiss Carl and to twist and pinch his nipples before ordering him on all fours on a low bench that placed Carl’s cock and balls next to His hand.
Thomas slid the portable leather sling’s straps around his ankles and then behind his head, raising and spreading them and exposing his hole to Master’s gaze, as Master leaned forward and dipped His fingers in lube and spread it around Thomas’s hole and just inside. He then dipped them again and did the same to Carl’s hole, wiping off the surplus on Carl’s cock which stiffened at His touch.
“Proceed Thomas,” He said as His fingers found their way through Carl’s body fur to his nipple and twisted it sharply. Carl’s cock jerked and Master saw the first drop of precum drip out. He caught it on His finger and tasted it. A definite bitter note, perhaps Master Wolfgang had fed Carl on asparagus before sending him to Him?
Thomas brought the smallest toy up to his hole, breathed in and slid it all the way in in one thrust. After a few strokes, his hole relaxed and he removed the toy and replaced it with the second, which was not much longer, but considerably fatter. He hissed as it stretched open his hole, but years of practice had made him stifle any moans. After some more vigorous strokes, he withdrew the toy and inserted the third, which was even fatter and longer than the second.
“Good boy, Thomas,” Master said, “now make it gape for me.”
Thomas began to fuck himself in earnest and could no longer stifle his moans, both from the sensations of the toy stretching open his hole and from the fact that he had an audience for his performance. Master observed Carl’s reactions: he was definitely aroused by Thomas’s display. As the finale approached, He turned in His seat and pushed Carl’s head down onto His cock, feeling Carl’s beard brush His balls as Carl enthusiastically serviced Him. He lubed His fingers and slid one inside Carl’s hole, hearing him moan as his cock dripped more precum. Thomas’s finale was pulling out the toy to show his gaping hole, which remained open as the toy was reinserted and then withdrawn over and over.
“Good boy, Thomas,” Master said, “now go and clean your toys and then introduce Carl to them.”
Thomas removed the sling straps and walked through to the bathroom to wash and dry the toys. When he returned, Carl was on his knees with his hand on one of Master’s tall, shiny boots. “Say hello, boys,” said Master.
Thomas and Carl knelt facing each other and Master was sure He spotted a glimmer of recognition pass between them as they leaned forward to kiss each other deeply, then grip each other’s throbbing cocks. Then Thomas pushed Carl onto his back and fitted the sling straps around his ankles and neck. Carl’s displayed arse was quite a sight. His cheeks were covered in thick ginger-grey hair that ran up his crack, exposing only the red lips of his hole.
“Thomas, rim him to get him ready”
“Yes, Master”
An almost electric shock ran through Carl’s body as Thomas’s expert tongue touched his hole. Master’s hole twitched at the memory of that tongue and Carl let out a deep roar as it worked its way inside. Carl’s cock was now leaking a steady stream of precum, and Master knew he was close to the edge. Thomas slowly inserted the first toy, which slid inside Carl’s well-trained hole easily. The second toy met with more resistance, making Carl hiss between his teeth as Thomas slid it all the way in and out. As Thomas worked in the tip of the third toy, Carl’s breathing quickened, and he began to sweat.
“Such an exquisite show,” Master thought to Himself, “but it’s time to end it.” He dropped to His knees from His armchair and sank His cock into Thomas’s hole in one long thrust. As he had been trained to do, Thomas pushed back.
“Cum for me boy, now!”
“Yes, Master”
Thomas pushed back again, and his cock exploded over the floor, spasming around his Master’s cock and driving Him to the edge. But the session was not over yet, as Master pulled out of Thomas and roughly removed the toy from Carl’s hole, replacing it with His cock. The Danish boy’s hole was hot and slick and spasming from the toys and His hands gripped Carl’s furry torso as He thrust hard into him.
“Thank your new Master, boy and cum for me!”
“Yes Master, Thank You Master, Breed your boy, Master.”
Carl’s cock exploded hands-free, squirting his creamy load over his chest and triggering Master’s orgasm. Panting, He regained His seat as Thomas knelt before Him and started licking Master’s cock clean.
“Kiss Carl, Thomas, let him taste his new Master’s seed.”
“Yes, Master, “ replied Thomas, licking under Master’s foreskin them kissing Carl deeply, provoking a moan from Carl.
“Good boy, Thomas,” said Master, “now clean Carl’s hole and chest, then kiss him again.”
Thomas obeyed his Master, his well-trained tongue licking up all the traces of Carl’s cum, plus a few dribbles of his Master’s load from his hole, then kissing Carl deeply again, and longer than the first time, Master noticed.
Master stood and trod in the puddle of Thomas’s cum on the floor, pressing the soles of His boots down until they were well covered in it.
“Clean my boots, boys,” He said, and Carl and Thomas set to work cleaning the spunk from the soles of Master’s boots.
After cuddling both boys, and telling them they had done well, Master rang the bell for dinner.
