My life in submission to an Asian man

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This one is a little shorter and the sex isn't as impressive, but it's building up to something! Promise!  Thanks again for all the positive responses to this story and your comments and emails. I read (and get excited when I see) all of them.

From the previous chapter:

I laughed awkwardly. The way he said "Daddy" made me think he was mostly joking, and the smile on his face seemed to suggest as much, but it still felt weird. Nonetheless, my need to feel his cock in my mouth, feel his cum exploding all over my tongue and into my throat, was severe.

"Daddy, can I please, please, please suck your cock and taste your cum?" I asked, showing him begging eyes and pouting playfully.

"Of course you can, baby boy."

Way more excited than I probably should have been, I jerked the sweatpants down and squealed happily as his cock flopped out and smacked on on the cheek. After kissing the head a few times and licking the precum off, I dove down and bottomed out, my nose in his pubes.

Starting my new life

I felt so proud that I was able to take Alex’s cock all the way down to the pubes without any help.

I gagged a little, but this was the first time I hadn’t struggled or felt like I was going to die from getting his dick down my throat. When I pulled back up and started circling my tongue around his cockhead I was rewarded with a moan and his hand in my hair, gently petting me.

As I went back down on his cock, I was suddenly aware of my need to cum and, for the first time since the first night, felt desperate to get the cage off my cock and jerk myself off. I tried to ignore that and, like Armando had said, turn that horny energy into motivation. But it wasn’t easy. The longer I gave Alex head, the more I was aware of the aching in my soft dick as it desperately tried to get hard.

When Alex noticed that my dick was struggling to get hard, he didn’t do anything to make it easier on me.

“Aww,” he said. “Baby boy’s little locked dicklet wants to play.”

Alex reached down and started fondling my locked package, sending bolts of satisfied electricity through me. But that quickly changed to yearning to be set free. When I started moaning around my master’s cock, I think he took it as a sign that I was pleased with his playing with my dick.

Realizing I’d become distracted by my dick’s desire to be free and gotten sloppy with my head, I redoubled my efforts to give Alex pleasure. I did everything I could to push the aching in my cock out of my mind and focus on the little mphfs and moans and grunts of satisfaction from Alex.

Just focus on making him cum, I thought to myself as I moaned and grunted while bobbing my head up and down on Alex’s thick, throbbing, rock-hard cock. That sweet and salty taste of his cum is your reward.

It must have been another 10 minutes, my jaw aching, body tingling and mind frustrated by the need to have an erection, before Alex finally began moaning louder and more frequently. Then, suddenly, the hand that was playing with my balls jerked up to my head. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and forced my head down, burying his cock in my throat and then unleashing wave after wave of hot cum. After the second volley, he let go of my hair and I was able to pull my head up and taste his cum. I struggled to keep up, swallowing as fast as I could.

I was proud of myself when he was finished and not a single drop had escaped my lips. I kept his cock in my mouth until he gently put his hand under my forehead and lifted me up off of him.

“Good boy,” Alex said. “Now that that’s done, sit on the floor at my feet. Legs crossed.”

I must have looked hurt when I looked up at him, but he didn’t seem phased by it.

“I told you that a lot of the time you’d be sitting at my feet,” he reminded me. “Your trial period is over now. You’ve accepted the offer to be my slave. So you’re going to start acting like a slave.”

Still a little hurt, I nodded obediently and slipped down to the floor and sat at his feet, my back against the couch and my legs crossed. I felt his fingers tangle through my hair and he started gently scratching my head and petting me.

“I already have a plan for tomorrow,” Alex said after I was sitting at his feet for a minute. He didn’t stop petting my head. “I’m going to take you and Houseboy to your mom’s home while she’s at work. While we are there, it will be my apartment and I’ll expect both of you to act like it. You’ll take off your shoes, strip and pretend you’re here the whole time.

“We’ll get to work deciding what I want to keep and what we’ll throw out, then once we’ve moved everything out or thrown it away you’re gonna text your mom and tell her you’ve decided to move in with your boyfriend,” Alex continued. “You’ll give me your phone after you’ve sent that text and I’ll decide what to do from there.”

I let that sink in for a minute. I didn’t want to tell my mom I was moving out over text, especially not if I wouldn’t be able to respond to what she said after that. But I knew he expected me to accept it without argument, so I did. Instead, I asked about what would be kept and thrown out.

“Will I have any say in what I get to keep?” I asked him.

“You don’t get to keep anything, baby boy,” Alex said with a genuinely amused chuckle. “You hand everything over to me and I own it, just like I’ll own you. I just decide which of my new possessions I want to keep and which I want you to throw away.”

I thought about that for a second, then came up with another way to ask the question.

“What about a say on what we throw out?” I asked.

“Hmm. If there’s something that has sentimental value to you, let me know,” Alex answered after a moment. “I might keep it, I might let you leave it there. But I’m not guaranteeing that with anything. The best thing to do would be to assume that you shouldn’t care anymore.”

I nodded, feeling a knot in my stomach. There were some things I thought might be a dealbreaker if he told me to throw it away. He didn’t have to take it, but I needed to know it wasn’t going to a landfill or something. Like my film camera my mom had handed down to me, a gift from her uncle when she got her first job. Or the pocket knife my grandfather had left me when he died. Suddenly, I realized that not everything in my bedroom at my mom’s house had to belong to me. I could tell him those things belonged to her and she let me keep them in my room. That made me feel a little better, though the idea of lying to Alex did make me uncomfortable.

“Can I ask another question?” I probed. “About why?”

“Sure,” Alex said, adjusting the way he was sitting on the couch and doubling down in his petting.

“Why do I have to not own anything?” I asked. “And why do we have to throw away the stuff you don’t want instead of just leaving it?”

Alex seemed to consider the best way to answer my question for a moment, but I didn’t sense he was upset that I’d asked it.

“I need to make sure you understand what you’re doing here,” Alex said. “This is probably the most powerful way to demonstrate the power dynamic you’re accepting, the ownership of yourself you’re giving to me, and to test your resolve.

“I want to make sure you understand: part of this is just for fun,” Alex said. “To some degree, this sub and Dom dynamic is playing. And that’s a good thing. But the more important thing is the actual, real commitment. When I say I’ll own you, you’ll  be my property and my slave, you need to know I mean that. You need to know that you’re making a decision to truly, truly commit yourself to me long term. Like, for the rest of your life or until I decide it’s best for us to part ways.”

He paused for a moment, I assumed letting that sink in or giving me a chance to ask for clarification, then continued.

“You’re agreeing that you won’t own anything while you’re with me,” Alex said. “Partly because I own you, and property can’t have property. Partly because you don’t need to own anything. I’m going to be taking care of all your needs. And partly because this is a literal and symbolic step to cementing your devotion to me. I will never stop you if you decide at some point that this life isn’t for you or that you don’t want to be with me anymore. But if you make that decision, you’ll restart your life with nothing. I’ll unlock your cage, give you a couple changes of clothes and some cash to get wherever you want to go, but you’ll essentially be starting over from scratch. If I decide it’s time for us to part ways, it’ll be different. You’ll become the owner of everything I’ve bought for you, I’ll give you an allowance for a few years and I’ll buy you a place in whatever city you want.”

That’s when it started to set in. I started to panic. This had all been a game to me up until this point, I realized. It had been fun. I was doing it because I enjoyed it, not because I had to. But Alex was talking about willingly giving up my choice. And it would be, for all intents and purposes, permanent.

“I- uh-,” I started, but I couldn’t find the words.

Alex made eye contact with me, a concerned look on his face.

“Baby boy, don’t think this is a bad thing,” Alex said. “You’re still going to have a lot of freedom. I’m serious when I say that I want you to be my boyfriend, too. You’ve seen a lot of that this weekend. And the way I treated you this weekend is what you can expect from me 80% of the time. Maybe more.”

Seeing that his words calmed me a little but not enough to make him happy, he thought for a second before continuing.

“I know all of this is very quick. How about this,” Alex said. What came next was what I imagined to be extreme vulnerability from him. “And I can’t believe I’m doing this because I would never give a sub this choice but since you’ve had so little time and because I really do want this, too, how about instead of throwing anything away we pack it all up and take it to a storage unit. We’ll put everything I want in the same boxes and mark those boxes and everything I don’t want in the same boxes. In six months, you’ll make your final decision. I’ll either have everything moved back to your place and we’ll, to put it practically, break up, or we’ll move the stuff I want over here and throw out the rest.”

The relief I saw on his concerned face must have been a reflection of mine.

“That sounds good,” I said, feeling some sort of strange emotion welling up.

When he smiled down at me, I started to cry. What the fuck? I thought to myself. I’m not some little kid. Why the fuck am I crying like this?

The concern immediately returned to Alex’s face. Then I realized what I was crying over.

“I’m sorry,” I said pitifully. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to disappoint you. I’m just scared. It’s so permanent and I’m scared.”

Realization washed over Alex’s expression and he smiled down at me.

“It’s OK baby boy,” Alex said. “It’s OK.”

He reached down and scooped me up into his arms, lifting me to his lap and cradling me. He planted a few soft kisses on my face and wiped away my tears.

“It’s a big commitment,” he said. “And you’re not a typical slave candidate. I should have realized that. You’re not unhappy with your life and looking for a way to become happy. You’re happy and looking for a way to become happier. I understand that now. We’ll take the time to make sure this is what will make you happier.”

I felt incredibly foolish there, cradled in this man’s arms. But I also noticed his beauty.

“Ugh, I feel so stupid,” I said, catching my breath as I was able to bring my emotions under control. “I’ve never been so emotional like that.”

“You’ve been through a lot this weekend,” Alex said. “A lot of changes and then a lot of pressure. It might take some time to get used to. We’ll just have to make sure you get used to them quickly.”

I nodded my head and wiped my eyes, laughing at the self deprecating feelings I was experiencing now because of my breakdown. But looking up at him and seeing the absolute beauty in features that were somehow all at once, slender, delicate, masculine, strong and, somehow the best word to describe it, authoritative, I knew without a doubt: when the time came in six months, I would give myself to him completely.

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That night I calmed down and slept like a baby in Alex’s arms. I didn’t hear when Armando got home. Apparently Armando slept later than usual, too, because it wasn’t his movement in the room that woke me from my deep, dreamless sleep.

I felt something that was at the same time hard and squishy pressing up against my face. Not even half away, I moved my head away but a hand gripped my jaw and moved it back. The thing pressed against me again and I instinctively opened my mouth.

When Alex’s hard cock slipped past my lips, I suddenly woke completely, a little startled as he didn’t take any time putting his cock all the way down my throat and cutting off my breathing. My eyes shot open wide and I looked up at him. He just laughed at my reaction, pulled his cock out of my mouth and gently slapped the side of my face a couple times.

“Get up,” he said. “Get ready to go.”

I did as I was ordered, getting in the shower and doing all the necessary cleaning to be ready for the day. This time, Armando wasn’t there to help me.

When I got out of the shower and dried off, walking back into the bedroom I saw an outfit made of the clothes Alex had bought me laid out on the bed with a note saying “get dressed” on top. I did as the note said, putting on the Pump assless underwear, form fitting low-rise bluejeans that almost didn’t go high enough to cover the assless part of my assless underwear, a plain bright pink T-shirt that was a little too tight and a little too short on me and the no-show socks.

When I walked out of the bedroom, I found Alex and Armando putting their shoes on, both dressed casually. Armando, of course, was dressed by Alex to look a little sluttier. He wore short neon shorts and a white crop top and sneakers. His beautiful abs showed underneath the cut off of his shirt and I felt my caged cock trying to get hard. Man, I really felt like I needed to cum.

“Pink converse,” Alex said simply, pointing to a pair of ankle-high shoes. I dutifully put them on and then looked up at Alex when I was done. He bent down a little and gave me a quick kiss, both of us barely parting our lips before it was over.

He handed me one of the small unisex cross body bags and we were off in his black Range Rover. He had, of course, opened my door and buckled me in before going and getting in himself, but I noticed that he did no such thing for Armando. The Latino got in the back seat himself and, I noticed with some puzzlement, immediately took off his shoes.

When we got to my mom’s apartment complex, Alex had me give him the gate code and found a visitor spot. When we got out, I told him the apartment unit number and he sent me to go to my room and start putting my clothes and shoes into trash bags, leaving the front door unlocked for him and Armando.

“We’re still putting them in storage,” he told me. “But we’ll think of it as symbolic. We both know you’re going to decide to stay with me after the six months and I’m definitely not keeping a single piece of your clothing from before you met me.”

I went up and grabbed some trashbags, quickly emptying my closet into them, and by the time he and Armando were there I had already finished that assigned task.

“What did I tell you last night, Jackson?” Alex asked right when he saw me.

I looked at him confused for a moment, then saw Armando walk around the corner to stand behind our master. He was completely naked.

“Oh, um, I, um, I’m sorry,” I sputtered, quickly kicking off my shoes and stripping, folding my clothes and neatly piling them on the bed.

“You’re gonna have to get a spanking for forgetting the rules in my house when we’re done here,” Alex said. Then he walked into my room and started looking around. “Bring the boxes in.”

Armando darted away and came back with a stack of folded boxes, starting to put them together.

“There are some things in here that aren’t mine to surrender to you,” I told Alex quickly, feeling a little bit proud of the way I said ‘surrender’ instead of give.

“Take them into the living room then,” Alex said. “Quickly.”

I grabbed the camera, the pocket knife and about six other things that I knew I couldn’t stand to see go away and ran into the living room to dump them on the couch. When I came back, Alex had a small collection of things on my bed. My Macbook and charger, my phone charger, about half of my vinyl record collection, a few books, my TV, my Playstation and two of the four controllers.

“These go in the keep box, Houseboy,” Alex said, not noticing that I’d returned. “Everything else goes in the box we’ll throw out if Jackson decides to stay. Don’t worry about keeping the throw away stuff neat. Just put stuff in boxes.”

Feeling awkward standing there in nothing but Alex’s dick cage, I quickly adjusted to stand with my hands behind my back, my legs slightly spread and my head down as he’d had me stand the first night I’d come over to his apartment. When he noticed me there he walked up to me, pet my head for a second and said, “Good boy,” before helping Armando throw things into boxes haphazardly.

The whole time, my heart was pounding in my chest. Until I was standing there naked in my childhood bedroom with Armando in the same state throwing stuff into boxes and Alex helping him, it hadn’t sunk in how risky this was.

Sure, my mom was very sexually progressive. But what if she came home early or because she forgot something and saw this scene? She probably wouldn’t be so thrilled to see me with the man I was going to live with, naked in a cock cage with his other slave throwing my things in boxes in the same state of nudity.

It took them about an hour, and when Alex told me to look up the whole room looked empty. They’d carried the boxes out to sit just inside the front door and now the only things left in the room were furniture. Bed, mattress, dresser, desk, desk chair and TV stand. 

“On the bed,” Alex said. “On your hands and knees facing the window.”

I did as I was told, nervously excited. This must mean he’s going to fuck me.

“Let’s see here,” Alex said, spreading my cheeks. When his finger, slicked with his spit, pushed into my hole I yelped in sudden pain.

“Damn,” Alex said. “I wanted to fuck you in your old bed, in your mom’s house. I guess I damaged this hole a little too much yesterday. It’ll take a few days to heal back up.”

An immediate realization set in that if Alex didn’t fuck me it meant I didn’t cum. I felt a twinge of worry in my chest. I really needed to cum.

With that, he grabbed me by my thighs and roughly flipped me over onto my back. He manhandled me to spin me around, then pulled me back so my head was hanging off the side of the bed.

“I’ll just have to use your throat.”

With that he opened my mouth, shoved some fingers into it roughly for a few seconds, then replaced his fingers with his cock. He pushed all the way down into my throat in one quick motion. I thrashed on the bed, my brain shocked at the sudden intrusion into my airway. Alex paid me no mind, going straight to work fucking my throat. I took in as much air through my nose as I could when he pulled back, then felt his cock push back in.

I was gagging and gargling and my eyes were watering within seconds as he assaulted my throat with his cock. He was truly fucking it, hard and fast. My hands went up to his body to try to push him back and get some relief, but he grabbed them and pushed them down to the bed, bending over me and lifting his right knee to rest of the side of the mattress next to my head. That gave him more leverage and the fucking got harder.

I started to get lightheaded and see stars. I shut my eyes tight and did my best to keep my mouth wide open so I wouldn’t get teeth on his cock. Luckily for me, it didn’t take long before he shoved his cock all the way in, his balls resting on my nose, and started pumping his load straight into my stomach. I swallowed to get the cum down and he jerked and shuttered and moaned at the sensation of my throat muscles contracting and loosening around his cock.

When he was done cumming he stayed there for a minute. I felt panic start to set in as my lungs demanded more oxygen, but before I got anywhere near passing out he pulled back and slapped his now slightly limp cock across my face a few times, leaving trails of my spit and probably a little bit of his cum on my face.

I was panting and coughing. 

“Good boy,” he said. Then he sat on the bed next to me and started playing with my balls as someone knocked on the door.

I tried to jump up in panic, thinking it was my mom, but Alex put his free hand on my chest and pushed me back down.

“I hired movers to come get your stuff and put it in storage,” Alex told me calmly.

I relaxed, still a little worried and, though I felt ashamed about it, wondering if he was lying to me about putting it in storage or not. I reminded myself that a big part of me throwing away anything he didn’t want and surrendering ownership of anything he did was the symbolic nature of it. My willingness to do so. There was no benefit to him lying to me. It would actually be detrimental.

After about 30 minutes, Armando walked back into the bedroom and knelt in front of Alex.

“Let me see that hole, Houseboy,” Alex ordered as soon as Armando was on his knees. 

The Latino slave dutifuly stood and turned around, bending over to put his hands on his knees. I watched, my head still hanging off the bed, as Alex grabbed Armando’s asscheeks and spread them.

“Good,” he said. “I need a hole and Jackson’s isn’t healed up enough for me to take it. Jackson, rim Houseboy for me to get him ready.”

I was excited about rimming Armando again and crestfallen at the fact that I would not be the one being fucked, but I obeyed. Armando scooted over to me and lowered his hole down onto my face. I lapped at it, savoring the cleanliness with a hint of sweat from the lifting and packing he’d done, for a few minutes, then Alex grabbed the Latino slave by the arm and pulled him onto the bed.

I sat up, this time Alex not doing anything to stop me, and propped my head up on my hand to watch as Armando lowered himself onto our master’s massive cock. He let out a grunt, the task likely made more difficult by the lack of real lube, but didn’t stop until he bottomed out. Then he started to ride him.

I took it in, reminding myself of the fact that I shouldn’t be jealous but instead be excited that I get to see live sex between a sexy man and his beautiful houseboy. 

I watched Armando bounce up and down for a little while, smiling and occasionally grimacing at the pain in my straining caged dick, before Alex picked him up and flipped them over, putting Armando in missionary position and starting to drill the boy.

Armando started moaning and crying out in ecstasy, almost drowning out the sounds of Alex’s balls smacking the boy’s skin and his grunts as he bottomed out four times a second. Armando’s caged Latin cock was flopping around chaotically. Alex reached down and took hold of the submissive bottom’s throat and leaned down to kiss him.

“Jackson,” he called after he broke the kiss. “Nipple.”

I took a second to register what I was being told, then remembered back to the time he’d given the same order to Armando while I was being fucked.

I got up and positioned myself next to Armando, then dove down and latched onto his small, hard, perfectly round, brown nipple. I flicked my tongue back and forth over the nub of his tit, eliciting more moans. I savored the feeling of it on the tip of my tongue, his smooth, goosebumpy skin on my lips. 

Then I felt something warm and wet splashing against my face. Immediately I registered it. Armando was cumming on me. Alex didn’t slow his assault but actually seemed to speed up, his grunts getting louder, before he stopped, buried in his slave and convulsing as his orgasm went through him in waves. 

When it was over, Alex didnt’ collapse onto Armando as he often did with me. He pulled out, smacked his slave’s ass, and told me to roll over onto my stomach.

When I heard him taking off his belt, I suddenly realized he didn’t mean earlier that he was going to spank me when we got back to his apartment. As far as the three of us were concerned, until we left this was his apartment. 

“You’re going to learn to remember and follow the orders I give you, Jackson,” Alex said, caressing my ass. “And if your little whitey brain can’t absorb this life without a little extra reinforcement, I’ll give it to you.”

With that his hand went away from my ass and almost immediately his belt smacked down across it. This wasn’t like the day before. This wasn’t meant to be painful and pleasurable. It just hurt, and I shouted out in pain.

The second one stung even worse. Fuck. I’ll never make that mistake again, I thought.

And that was the point, I realized with the third lash from his belt. I whimpered at that one, my wannabe-hard dick deflating in its cage. This wasn’t pleasant at all.

Seven more times his belt came down over my ass, and seven more times I yelped or whimpered or cried out. 

Then, just as quickly as it started, it was over and Alex told the two of us to go get dressed.

“Take your clothes to the front door and dress there, Jackson,” Alex ordered, his voice once again soft.

I grabbed my pile of neatly folded clothes and my shoes and walked behind Armando, watching the cum start to trickle out of his hole and down his leg and feeling thankful that none of it landed on my mom’s floor. A part of me was worried she’d come home and see a trail of cum leading from my room to the front door, even though another part of me knew that Alex would make sure it was cleaned up before we left.

As I started getting dressed by the front door, I noticed Armando handn't wiped his own cum off his body and it was now drying there. I hadn't wiped the cum off my cheek, either. Alex hadn't told us to clean up, and we hadn't done it without his instruction to do so. My dick, which had started to relax and soften, immediately tried to spring to life as I watched him put his clothes with cum still on his body. In a lot of cases, his clothes did little to cover it up. The cum leaking from his hole was stopped by the tight shorts, but the trail that had already made its way down his leg was still visible. And the crop top did nothing to hide the sticky liquid drying on his abs.

Fuck, my balls hurt, I thought as I pulled up my assless Pump underwear. 

I was only made worse when I saw Armando had a thong instead of real underwear. 

By the time we were slipping our shirts on, Alex was standing there with us, his belt back on. When I was done dressing, he told me to pull out my phone and type up a text to my mom and show it to him before hitting send.

“Find a way to say it respectfully,” Alex said. “You’re not going to act like the typical American and be disrespectful to your mom. You’re going to embrace the fact that you’re the owned property of an Asian man and try to make me proud.”

I gave a quick “yes, sir,” deciding not to point out that I was never disrespectful to my mom and instead resolving to be extra grovel-y in my text.

Mom,
I’m sorry to spring this on you, but I didn’t know how to bring it up before. I’ve got a boyfriend, and I’m moving in with him. I’ve already got my stuff from the apartment and I’m heading over to his place now. I hope you’re not mad at me. Love you

Alex looked the message over, then added some and handed the phone back to me, nodding.

He’d removed the love you at the end (“We don’t say love so simply as that.”) and added: 

My boyfriend’s name is Alex. He wants to meet you soon. He wasn’t sure about me moving out without telling you, but I talked him into it. I’ll see you soon

“Send it,” Alex said.

I did, and then turned the phone to show him.

“Good boy,” he said. “Turn your phone off and put it away, and let’s get home.”

We walked out to the Range Rover like that, me with cum drying on my cheek and Armado with it drying... well... all over. When we got back to Alex's apartment (our apartment, I corrected myself) we stripped and Alex told us to get cleaned up.

It was after lunch that I was sitting on the floor at Alex's feet, the two of us watching another episode of the Korean drama we'd started together, and Armando was doing the dishes that the aching in my balls became too much to handle without saying something. The pain had moved from just my balls into my lower gut.

"Alex?" I asked. "Or, um, should it be 'sir' right now?"

Alex looked down at me with a smile.

"Alex is fine unless you're in trouble, responding to an order or we're in the middle of a session," Alex said. "You can call me sir whenever you want. But those times I expect it over you."

I nodded and logged that information away so I would remember it and not get punished in the future for making another mistake.

"Alex, my balls really, really hurt right now," I told him. "Will I always be in this cage? Like, truly for the rest of my life?"

That got a laugh from him.

"I won't promise that it will always be on you," Alex said. He picked me up and sat me down in his lap like I was a grocery bag full of paper towels. God, was my master strong. 

He was smiling and his tone was such that I was beginning to recognize as his polite slaveowner voice, when he wanted to be friendly but wasn't being friends. He wasn't condescending, but he was politely stating something that should be obvious to me. He was putting me in my place, where I am subservient to him, in a nice way.

"I might take it off of you at some point," Alex said. "Certainly if there's ever a medical need. Right now, I don't see myself taking it off of you for any other reason, though. You serve me. You belong to me. You don't need your dick for any sort of sexual purpose. Your true sex organ, from the moment I locked your little white dick away, is your ass. You'll get all your orgasms from me fucking you or playing with your hole and prostate in some way, and you'll realize that's more than enough for you."

He was stroking my back soothingly now as he continued.

"You might hear some men refer to your locked dicklet as a clit," Alex told me. "They're not really right about that, though. It's a nub. Your 'clit' is a part of your pussy. It's your prostate. So you'll cum when I stimulate your clit, inside that pussy of yours, enough. But the cage really is necessary. It shows you that you're less than I am. My cock is free, your dick is in the cage I own and put it in. It makes you more dependent on me. If you want to have an orgasm now, it has to be through your ass being stimulated. The only way that happens now is if I allow it. And don't ever let me catch you putting something up your ass without my permission.

"And one of the most important things is, your life is devoted to serving me and satisfying me. If you are locked up and can't make yourself cum, you're going to be perpetually horny for me. Ready, eager to serve. Trying to earn the right to take my cock. It'll drive you wild, yes, but like Houseboy said a couple days ago, you'll get used to it. You'll still live in a constant state of being horny, but you'll learn to control it," Alex told me, moving his stroking to my hair and gently massaging my balls with his free hand. "My Asian cock, my cum, my pleasure should be the focus of your sex life. Not your own. If your little white dicklet was free, it would just get in the way of you serving me. Your own dick's pleasure would be a distraction to my comprehensive pleasure. So it's a blessing. It's something to help you do your job better."

Being as horny as I was probably helped those words sink in. My dick is useless. It doesn't serve him any purpose. So, it should be obvious, I don't need access to it. I just needed to please him and make him happy and earn my orgasm by using my hole... my... well, my pussy, as he seemed to insist calling it, to make him cum. He would reward me by giving me an anal orgasm.

"Yes, sir," I said, not thinking about the way I was addressing him. Sir seemed the natural way to answer what he'd told me. "But what about the pain right now? Since you can't use my as- I mean, pussy."

Alex thought for a minute, then called for Armando.

"Get that bottle of vodka out of the freezer and bring it here, Houseboy," Alex ordered.

Armando brought the bottle over and Alex took it.

"This won't feel pleasant at first," he said. "But it'll help for right now."

When he put the ice-cold bottle against my balls, I just about screamed. It was such a sharp cold, it almost hurt worse than the blue balls. Then he moved it to my navel and put the cold bottle there. It hurt again, but when he was done, handing the bottle back to Armando, the pain was gone.

"Thank you, sir," I panted.

"Of course, baby boy," Alex said. Then he kissed me, and my dick almost immediately started trying to get hard again.

"Now back to your place at my feet," Alex said. "Let's watch the rest of this episode."