My life in submission to an Asian man

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This and the first chapter were both written a while ago, which is why I am able to post them so close together. The third chapter is in the works, but each new addition to the story may take a little while. Please be patient with me when it comes to new chapters. This is a hobby I do in my free time.

The Perks of Being a Kept Bitch

I heard movement at first, still mostly asleep. Then I heard the curtains moving. My mind panicked for a second as it took stock of my body. Sore. Weak. Something was confining my dick and it hurt. I was  draped over someone else.

Then I remembered where I was. I calmed down for a second as a little more light in the room moved me closer to waking. Then I suddenly realized that I was laying on top of Alex, so someone else was in the room opening the curtains.

“Don’t worry, baby boy,” I heard Alex say. I was immediately calmer. Alex’s cock had obviously gone soft as we slept and slipped out of my ass. My hole felt gaping and injured and crusted with dried cum. Slowly I tried lifting my head, overjoyed that it was simple enough to do. 

Through squinting eyes I looked around the room and saw the other person. It was a guy, standing next to the windows with his hands behind his back. He was naked and his cock was in a cage much like mine, but made of plastic instead of metal. He was about 5’ 8” tall, Latino with short, carefully styled hair. He had a beautiful body, with well toned muscle. He had lean but defined pecs and arms. His abs were so perfectly carved into his body, my mouth watered thinking about licking up and down his six pack stomach. His face was simultaneously cute and sexy, his jawline narrow and sharp. He was my age, maybe a year older or younger.

“That’s Houseboy,” Alex told me.

I turned back to see him smirking at me, obviously enjoying the look of confusion on my face. 

“He’s my other slave,” Alex elaborated. “But not my boyfriend. He cleans and cooks and does chores and runs errands and goes shopping for groceries and takes care of sexual needs when I want him to. But he’s just a slave.”

‘Just a slave’ caught me off guard. It sounded so harsh, yet Alex said it so non-chalant. I saw the Latino blush and smile sheepishly. It didn’t seem to bother him.

I gave up trying to completely understand after a few seconds, for some reason fixating on the fact that he said “sexual needs” and not more specifically just his own sexual needs. Instead I asked a question.

“How many do you have?”

“Slaves? Here? And right now?” Alex said with a friendly smile. “Just Houseboy. After this weekend, maybe you too.”

He smiled at me with that one and pulled me in for a quick kiss.

“Why don’t you go hop in the shower and start cleaning up?” Alex asked. I knew it wasn’t a question but an order.

He turned to the sexy cute Latino slave.

“Help him up and help him get washed off, Houseboy,” he said. He was pleasant and polite about it, but somehow his voice still carried the clear message that it was an order. ”When you’re done with him you can take care of me and then cook breakfast.”

The Latino smiled blissfully, something I didn’t expect to see from someone described as a slave and given orders.

“Yes, Master,” Houseboy answered. I could tell by his tone that something about this made him happy. Joyful even.

He walked over to me and helped me get my feet under me. I looked down to see the cage around my dick was covered in precum. 

I could mostly stand on my own, but my knees were shaky and weak so “Houseboy” put my arm over his shoulder and walked next to me while Alex watched with a little smirk (that I had to admit was unbelievably adorable and at the same time sexy) on his face.

As he was walking me to the ensuite bathroom I truly appreciated how big Alex’s bedroom was. He could fit half my mom’s apartment in here. His bathroom was bigger than my bedroom back home. Once we reached the bathroom and moved my arm away from the Latino slave’s shoulder and gave him a quiet, almost embarrassed “thank you” and found I could walk on my own.

 He opened the shower door for me and walked me inside, closing it behind us. 

I got my first good look at him and I felt my dick start to stir and then mash itself against the cage.

The Latino looked so incredibly sexy like this, nude and locked up and docile but happy. His ass was so perfectly shaped. Nowhere near a thick ass, but well shaped and muscled. He turned around and grabbed ahold of my hand and eased me under the rain shower head. The warmth felt amazing and I could sense my aching muscles relaxing almost immediately. After getting me wet, he put his hands on my hips and moved me out of the water.

“Have you been in chastity before?” The Latino asked me.

It took me a second to register his question as he started soaping up my body.

“Um, uh, no,” I finally answered.

He nodded his head as his fingers rubbed soap into my chest and abs.

“It’s tough at first, but before long you realize how rewarding it is,” he told me, moving his hands down further before getting more of the liquid soap and continuing his work. “It’s important to remember to wash it well every day, and it’s best to pee in the shower when Master isn’t with you, or to do it sitting down.”

The word Master caught me off guard but I quickly reconciled the word with this boy’s reality. Looking at him now I guessed he was either a year younger or the same age as me, not older.

“Can you pee right now?” He asked.

I nodded my head and he moved behind me, holding me by the hips as I started, rubbing his hands up and down my sides. When I was done, he moved back around me and started soaping up my caged cock. It twitched and fought against its metal confines as his slim, delicate fingers played soap into the bars and then moved down to massage my balls.

“What’s your name?” I asked him.

The boy chuckled a little at my question.

“Houseboy,” he said, amused. 

The door to the shower opened just then and the boy stood up and put his hands behind his back.

“No need to stop,” Alex said as he stepped in.

The boy got back to work on my body, soaping my legs now.

“You can tell him your name,” Alex said. “If he’s going to stay with us after this weekend, he’ll be calling you by your legal name, not your real one.”

That was an odd phrasing to me. Alex had renamed this boy, though not legally, and chosen to name him Houseboy.

“I’m Armando,” the guy said, looking up at me with a smile.

“Hey,” I answered. “Jackson.”

Armando just nodded.

“For now, you’ll call Jackson ‘sir,’ ” Alex told his Latino slave. And again, Armando nodded.

It felt silly to introduce myself like this as his hands worked their way up the back of my legs. When he reached my ass, he paused. My hole puckered in anticipation.

“Master?” He asked.

I looked back to see him on his knees, looking up at Alex. I wondered suddenly if I should call Alex “master,” too.

“Go ahead, boy,” Alex said with a knod. 

I saw Armando smile and he turned back to face my ass, gently kneading my cheeks before he pulled them apart and watched my hole twitch a couple of times. Then he started soaping my crack and hole.

Armando gave extra attention with my hole, massaging it with his thumb and getting soap into it, just outside the ring. It made me moan, and Alex gave a light chuckle. Even though my hole was still sore, the little massage felt so good. My knees almost went weak when he pushed his thumb ever so slightly inward, not penetrating me but getting in to clean. I threw my arm out, putting my hand against the wall to support myself.

When he was done, Armando stood up, put his hands on my hips and guided me forward into the water. He rubbed the front of my body as the soap washed away, his breathing a little heavier when he got to my locked dick and balls.

He gently rolled my balls around in his hand. It surprised me he was able to, considering how tight my sack was right now. Suddenly I was aware of how much they hurt, and how truly desperately my dick was trying to get hard in its cage but couldn’t. I had some real bad blue balls, hurting all the way up into my lower stomach. 

As I closed my eyes and tried to block out the pain, I felt Armando’s breath on my ear.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I know it hurts, but you’ll get used to it after five or six days and it doesn’t hurt as bad. If you’re like me, you start to love it after a few months. Won’t be able to imagine yourself happy as an unlocked, unowned boy ever again.”

That earned another chuckle from Alex, who I had almost forgotten in the intimacy I was feeling toward Armando was standing in the large shower behind us. 

“And it’ll keep you horny,” Armando said matter-of-factly. “It’s good to always be horny. It means you’re always ready to please Master, always lusting after him. Always looking for ways to earn his cock.”

Armando looked back over his right shoulder and I glanced back over my left to see Alex smile and nod his approval at his houseboy’s words. When I saw him I realized I really was incredibly lustful for Alex, but I also realized I wanted Armando, too. That would have to change, because I knew that wasn’t even a remote possibility.

We both turned back to face forward as Armando continued softly rolling my balls around in his fingers. By now, the soap had all washed away.

Armando was almost the same height as me, maybe a half inch shorter, so when I closed my eyes and let my head fall back it came to rest on his shoulder. I moaned again when his hand slipped further down to my taint and I instinctively spread my legs for him. He massaged there too, and gradually I felt the pain alleviate a bit.

It was still there when Armando shrugged his shoulder up to make me lift my head and moved his hands back to my waist, but it was dull now. I could ignore it. What I couldn’t ignore was the pain in my shaft as it begged to be let free. 

And it only begged louder when he turned me around. He was smiling at me, pearly white teeth framed by thick, juicy lips. His almond shaped eyes were so soft, his jaw so sharp, his skin clear of any blemishes.

Armando pulled me in toward his body, our cages clinking lightly when they met, and started rubbing my back, massaging it as the he worked the soap off. When he got to my ass again, he kneaded it some more, then spread the cheeks and teased my hole again. Within seconds I was leaning on him for support and moaning like a real bitch in heat.

My eyes closed, arms wrapped over Armando’s shoulders and behind his neck, my face resting against him, I suddenly felt a hand on my cheek.

I didn’t open my eyes as Alex rubbed his thumb on my cheek and then reached up to pet my now-wet hair.

“You’re such a natural,” he said just as Armando pushed just the very tip of his thump into my hole.

My only reply was a whimpering moan. I’d never been like this. I’d always been a confident, self assured guy. I could stand on my own. Yeah, I knew I was probably a bottom. Yeah, I was slightly twinky in personality. But I was never a weak-kneed, moaning, whining fem bottom leaning on another man for support. I’d never pictured myself this way.

But when Alex said that about me, for some reason I felt so proud of myself. This absolute god of a man thought I was a natural. And sure, I still had my reservations about all of this. But for some reason, it was hard for me to hear them. I knew that any rational person in this situation, being courted by a dominant master who wanted to make him into another slave in his collection of attractive teen guys, would want to run screaming from this place. That was the natural thing to do. I knew it. I should be terrified. This guy invited me over, made me strip, put my dick in a cage, made me stay naked, locked up my clothes, made me suck his dick by following his precise instructions, no freedom to do it myself, and told me he was going to take my virginity, even if he had to rape me for it, tied me down to his bed, tucked me and now had another slave boy, his cock in a cage too, massaging my hole and telling me about how I would love my cage in a few months.

And sure, he eventually showed me he wouldn’t actually rape me by asking for my consent a second time. But still. Any one of those thinks would make any sane gay guy my age run screaming. Instead, all it was doing to me was making my dick scream and plead and beg for release. For some reason, I loved it. It did feel natural. It did feel right. 

“You’re gonna come to absolutely love being my slave, baby boy,” he told me.

Something in me stirred and I moaned louder, this time not because Armando was wriggling the tip of his thumb just barely inside my hole but because the thought of being the slave to, the property of, a toy owned by Alex turned me on so damn much.

“And I’m going to love making you into a submissive, obedient boy,” Alex continued. 

He leaned in and kissed my forehead, his hand still on my cheek, then leaned back.

“And I think we’re both going to love being each others’ boyfriends.”

I opened my eyes when he said that and looked up at him. I knew this man was dominant and rough and wanted to turn me into something he truly owned, but the look on his face showed genuine kindness and care. Yes, he was going to own me. And when I thought about it, there was a good chance he had a bit of a sadistic streak in him and he was probably going to hurt me quite a bit too. But that excited me, because I knew no matter how much he wanted to fuck me and use me and hurt me for his own pleasure, he would never let anything truly bad happen to me. He would protect me. As his property, yes. If things went well and he decided he wanted to own me. But also as his boyfriend. As someone he cares about. Maybe, eventually, as someone he loves.

Armando pulled his thumb back from my hole and helped me stand back up, then shampooed and conditioned my hair before moving aside and motioning for me to walk toward Alex.

When I reached him, Alex pulled me into his arms and leaned down to kiss me, his hard cock pressed between us.. Our lips slowly moved against each others’ and my hole twitched. I was craving his cock. Fuck. Bitch in heat really was the perfect way to describe me right now.

When Alex pulled back, he reached down and teased my balls for a half second before walking over the Armando.

I watched with a flood of jealousy I couldn’t rationalize as Armando did to him what he did to me. Everything the same, including teasing Alex’s hole. That surprised me. Alex was obviously, at least to me, a pure top, but when Armando massaged his hole he let out satisfied, deep little “Mmm” sounds and soft sighs.

Then, after the soap was free of his hole, Armando surprised me even more when he knelt down behind Alex and started rimming him.

I felt a lot of confusion as I watched, not sure what to make of it, until Alex said, “good boy.”

For some reason, until he said that, rimming felt like a submissive act. But with those two simple words he put Armando back in his place. 

My god, I thought, what kinda power does this man have?

Armando rimmed Alex there in the shower for a couple of minutes before we got out. We all dried, Armando drying Alex for him, then Alex picked out his clothes for the day and Armando dressed him too. I watched as his now-semi hard cock was stuffed into a sexy red pair of skimpy briefs, then Armando held his slim-fitting black jeans so Alex could step in and the houseboy could pull them up. He put him in a dark button-up shirt with abstract, minimalist designs and Alex tucked it in and put on a belt.

“Let’s watch some TV while Houseboy cooks breakfast,” Alex said suddenly. 

I was about to ask him what I should do about getting dressed, but was glad I remembered I wasn’t to wear any clothes before I actually put the question into words. Instead I just nodded.

“OK,” I answered simply.

“You pick what we eat for breakfast today, Houseboy,” Alex said. “Anything, as long as it’s simple.”

“Yes, Master,” Armando said with a small smile. He walked out of the bathroom ahead of us and Alex took my hand and led me back into the bedroom.

This was the first time I’d gotten a proper look at the room. It was huge, with a California King bed, a long, wide balcony out some French doors, and a sitting area with a couch and a recliner in front a TV, with plenty of room to spare. 

Alex led me over to the leather couch and then stopped.

“Normally, unless I say otherwise, you’ll be sitting at the floor right next to my feet,” Alex told me with a friendly smile that didn’t seem to quite match the words he was saying. “Since it’s your first full day and you’ve just given me your precious cherry, though, you’ll sit next to me and cuddle all day.”

With that, we sat on the couch, Alex pulling my by my hand down with him and bringing me in close to his body. The dynamic here was extremely obvious. I was here, totally naked except for a metal cage around my dick, cuddling with a gorgeous Asian man taller than me, stronger than me, fully clothed and in control. I felt my heart rate racing as I looked up at his face, his eyes set on the TV he was turning on and switching to Netflix.

It had only been what? 15 hours? And already I felt like I owed this man my body. It was right that he owned me, even if he hadn’t agreed to take me yet. He was better than me. Superior. 

‘Who the fuck cares if my cock is in a cage?’  I asked myself. ’It’s not like it’s any use to him. At least not when he doesn’t want to play with it, if he ever does. And if he does, he’ll unlock me and play with it as long as he wants to. It’s only right that I shouldn’t be able to get hard. Alex is all that matters. He’s a strong, dominant man. He’s superior to me in every way. He’s deserving of my obedience. That’s just what nature decided. My role in life is to give him pleasure. To make him happy. To hunger for his cock and to work to earn his cum. My dick would only get in the way. It would only be a distraction, something I might focus on more than him if I could get hard and jerk off. No, there’s no need to touch myself when I could be serving him. All I need is my mouth and my ass for that.”

I sat there, thinking those things and at the same time feeling completely stunned. What the fuck was this side of me? Where the fuck where these feelings coming from?

When he had the TV turned on and a show queued up, Alex met my gaze and smiled. I realized suddenly I could feel myself with a lost puppy dog expression on my face. It made it chuckle quietly.

“Another thing we’re going to need to do is get started Asianwashing you,” he said with a laugh. 

“Holy fuck,’ I thought. ‘I have no clue what the hell that means but I’m excited about it.’

I felt my face turning red and wanted to look down so he couldn’t see it, but for some reason I couldn’t take my eyes off his. He smiled in a way that said, ‘aww, the cute little boy is embarrassed. Poor thing.’

“You’re going to learn Asian manners, Asian etiquette, Asian behavior and Asian entertainment and you’re going to adopt them as your own,” Alex said.

That actually did make me nervous. I was American. I liked being American.

“Well, at least very heavily Asian influenced,” Alex said. “I like Asian with a bit of American culture fusion. Mostly Korean. A lot of Japanese, too, since that’s where my father grew up and he adopted a lot of Japanese culture. American culture will be in there somewhere. But in a few months you’ll be acting much more Asian than you ever thought you would. Do you know why?”

I shook my head no. I really didn’t understand why. But for some reason it was exciting to me. Yes, for some odd reason sexually. But also, probably more prominently, intellectually.

“Because while I don’t want to do race play, I think it’s important for your training and submission that you realize one of the reasons I’m worthy to own and train you is because I’m Asian, and you’re just a submissive whitey,” Alex said. That smile on his face and his tone once more didn’t match his words. He was smiling and his voice wasn’t condescending or commanding or rude, it was just a positive, happy voice. 

It was like Alex wasn’t being mean. He was gently putting me in my place. Softly helping me shape my mindset and see him as superior. Something inside me whispered that Alex didn’t actually care anything about race or cultural background. Sure, he probably actually did want me to adopt his culture, but not because of superiority or inferiority. Just because a submissive, a slave, should strive to be as much like his master culturally as possible to make serving him more effective. The real reason, that little whisper in my head told me, was that he wanted to give me a gift. A reason to see him as naturally superior to me. Something out of my control. It would make it easier for me to accept that I was going to submit to him as a slave. It would make me see myself as lucky that an Asian god like him would want a white slave like me. And if I truly wanted to submit, which even in such a short time knowing him I already knew somewhere deep inside that I did want to submit, I would be thankful for that.

It was a mindset that was already making me feel simultaneously inferior and lucky. For some reason, something inside of me wanted to believe he was superior in every way, including genetically. It made me feel safe. I couldn’t exactly explain why then but later realized it was because if he was superior he would be well fit to protect me and provide for me.

“We’re gonna turn you into a white little bitch who sees dominant Asian men as gods,” Alex said with a happy little laugh. I wondered why, then realized I was smiling. “You were born white, and there’s nothing I can do to help you with that. But if I Asianwash you I can at least teach you how not to act so white. Make you more worthy of serving an Asian master.”

I nodded my head and Alex leaned down to give me a peck on my lips. Then suddenly something hit me.

“But, Alex, er, I mean, um, Master?” I said. That got another laugh from him.

“You can just call me Alex in public or when it’s just you, me and Houseboy,” he said. “Or if people who don’t know about our lifestyle come over. You’ll call me Sir when insiders, people who know and accept our way of life, come to visit or we go to visit them. Or Master, if you want. Houseboy is the only one who has to call me Master.”

I nodded, then continued.

“How does the Asianwashing work when we’re not acting as slave and master?” I asked, quickly adding, “you said you want to have me as both a slave and a boyfriend, sometimes acting like equals.”

Alex smiled at me as if he knew this question was coming.

“That’s one of the things I’ll be teaching you, baby boy,” he said. “I don’t know how effective it’ll be because I don’t know anybody who has ever done this or even wanted to do this, but I’m going to teach you to know when you’re supposed to be my equal and how to shut off the part of your brain that is a submissive slave.”

I nodded, trying to understand.

“I don’t know how much I can tell you about what I’m going to do, if I want it to be effective,” Alex said. “But don’t worry. If we can’t make it work both ways, you’ll just be my favorite little locked up faggot slave boy.”

He laughed as he reached down and fondled my locked dick and balls, bouncing them up and down a little with the cage and making me giggle. I didn’t understand why I was so happy hearing this. I just was.

“As far as the Asianwashing goes, we’ll start easy with entertainment.”

He turned on some Korean show, with subtitles on (which had me thinking thank god, I’m not sure I would have been able to pay attention if I didn’t know what was going on) and we watched it together. It was weird to me. Kinda cheesy. But not terrible.

When the first episode ended, Alex stopped it and turned off the TV.

“Let’s go eat breakfast,” he said. 

He helped me up off the couch, then told me to walk in front of him so he could enjoy the view of my ass as I walked. When we got to the dining room, Armando was kneeling on the ground with his hands in his lap, two small bowls of fruit salad and two yogurt parfaits on the table. Alex sat me down in my seat again, the bent down to pet Armando’s hair as he walked by and sat down.

“Thank you, Houseboy,” Alex said. “Go ahead and go finish getting yourself ready for the day.”

Armando stood up, bowed toward Alex, then walked off to one of the other bedrooms in the apartment. Looking around, I realized how little attention I’d paid last night. The place was massive. 

Alex picked up his spoon and started eating his parfait, so I did the same. Between bites I asked questions about the apartment. How many bedrooms did it have? He told me five bedrooms, each with an en-suite bathroom, plus two half baths for guests who weren’t staying the night.

How much did he have to pay for it? How many square feet? How long had he lived here? He answered all my stupid questions with a sense of amusement, then eventually told me just to eat my breakfast.

I did, careful to keep up with Alex’s pace because of learned the night before that when he was done eating so was I.

And sure enough, right after we both ate our last piece of fruit, for him a strawberry and for me a grape, he told me to clear the table before commenting that I’d done much better at finishing my meal in time. I knew the little compliment we insignificant, but it made me swell with pride.

I took the dishes to the sink and Armando walked into the kitchen almost immediately. As he got started cleaning I turned to walk back to the table. As I got close to my chair, Alex stopped me.

“When we’re done eating, I want you to come kneel next to me, sit back on your legs, put your hands in your lap and hang your head to look down at the floor,” Alex said. “Every time we eat at home unless I say otherwise.”

I nodded my head and did as he told me. While I was kneeling there, looking at the floor, I could hear Alex’s fingers typing on his phone. He paused for a minute, reached down and petted me. I caught my breath and stopped myself from whimpering. This care really was making me insanely horny. Just that little contact shot pleasure and anticipation through all my body. Then he went back to his phone.

I stayed like that for maybe 15 minutes, hearing Armando doing dishes behind me for a good 5 or 6 minutes before he, too, padded over and knelt beside me, his head down and his hands in his lap.

This position was growing more and more uncomfortable, but I didn’t dare move. I hadn’t received any real punishment from Alex and I knew from what I’d read online it could be bad if I gave him a reason.

But after 15 minutes he stood and told me to do the same. I looked up at him with a smile, even as my body protested against the movement, and he smiled back.

“I have some plans for us to go out today, but first I need a little release,” Alex said.

My dick immediately began straining against its cage at that. Alex took my hand and walked me over to the couch, sitting me down next to him.

“Come here, Houseboy,” Alex ordered.

I watched Armando stand and quickly walk over to us on the couch, standing with his hands behind his back and his head down next to Alex.

“Suck my cock for me, Houseboy.”

My heart plummeted and I felt an insane ping of jealousy as Armando got down between Alex’s open legs and started undoing his pants.

“Don’t worry, baby boy,” Alex said when I saw my face. I must have looked hurt. “There’s plenty of me to go around today, but Houseboy did a great job this morning with helping you get clean, easing your blue balls, making breakfast and doing the dishes. Don’t you think he deserves a reward?”

I still felt jealous and, for some reason, wronged. I guessed it was because I was here to try out to be his boy. Shouldn’t he be focused on letting me please him? Having me prove myself?

But then I realized this might be a part of the trial. Sure, there was probably no chance I would ever be allowed to have sex with another guy as long as I was with Alex. But he was the master. He could, and I suddenly realized should, have sex with whoever he wants. He was better than me in ways I realized I probably couldn’t comprehend. It was incredibly selfish and wrong of me to expect him to only have sex with me. I would have to suck it up and remember that I was lucky to be here with this gorgeous, superior man. 

As Armando fished out Alex’s monster cock, Alex reached for my hand and held it. I looked at him instead of Armando, doing my best not to be jealous.

“Watch him,” Alex ordered gently.

I turned my eyes back to Armando to see him licking up and down his master’s dick a few times before taking the head in his mouth. Alex moved my hand to Armando’s head, carefully pushing my fingers into his hair.

“Pet him while he sucks me, for encouragement,” Alex told me. I started doing as I was told and Armando whimpered softly around the cock in his mouth. 

“His job is to please your master,” Alex told me with a little smile before letting out a little ‘hmph’ of pleasure. His voice was huskier when he said, “when he’s doing a good job of pleasing your master, tell him. If you feel like I’m not enjoying it, correct him.”

I nodded my head as I continued rubbing Armando’s head as it slowly bobbed up and down on Alex’s cock. Alex leaned back and put his arms over the back of the couch, using his right arm to pull my naked body close and hold me against him, my head on his chest. I looked up at him but he told me to watch Armando, then leaned his head back and closed his eyes. I kept petting Armando as he went deeper and deeper with Alex’s cock, causing our master to moan softly. I was still plenty jealous, but Alex had given me a job to do so I focused on that.

After Alex moaned a particularly satisfied moan, I said to Armando, a tiny bit awkwardly, “Good boy.” I immediately stole at glance at Alex’s face to see him quirk a smile, which made me smile, then went back to watching Armando work. He pulled his head almost all the way off and I could tell he was playing his tongue around Alex’s head. He kept sucking, alternating between slow deep throats, shallow strokes and teasing the head for about 20 more minutes before Alex sat up and looked down at him.

“Good boy,” he said to Armando in a way that signaled an end to the blowjob. Then to me, “and you too.”

We both looked at him and smiled, then Alex started to stand. Without a word, he had me sit up straight on the couch, then bent Armando over so his arms were resting on the back of the couch over my shoulders and his head was level with my chest. I knew immediately what was happening, so when Alex got behind Armando and shifted the Latino a little I wasn’t surprised. He reached behind him to grab a bottle of lube and put a couple of squirts on his dick, rubbed it in and then in one slow but steady motion pushed all the way into Armando. It struck me that all my jealousy was gone and I was now just in awe of what was happening.

The boy let out a deep, pained moan and I instinctively reached my arms up to hold him and whisper in his ears.

“Good boy, Armando,” I told him sincerely. “He’s all the way in already. Good boy.”

With that, Alex got to work. There was no hesitation when he grabbed Armando’s hips and pulled all the way back, leaving just the head of his cock in his slave, and started power fucking the twunk. I was hit with a half second of new jealousy, but this time at the fact that Alex was fucking Armando and I would never get to experience that perfectly toned, insanely gorgeous ass.

Armando was immediately letting out this constant, whining moan as the force of our master’s thrusts slammed the top of his head into my chest. Slowly, over maybe five minutes, that turned into a lustful, ecstatic growls and moans. Alex grunted as he slammed over and over into Armando and I felt like I was going to go insane. While less than 30 minutes ago, when this started, I was jealous, now I was so incredibly turned on. It struck me that this was the first time I’d seen a guy get fucked in person. I’d watched hundreds of hours of porn, sure. But I’d never seen the real thing in person. I’d never even seen a blowjob in person until today.

Alex thrust one of his hands forward and grabbed a fistful of Armando’s hair.

“Suck his nipple,” Alex commanded.

“Y- ye- -es, Ma- -a- -ster,” Armando got out between thrusts before he dove down on my left tit.

Now I was moaning too, watching my new Master fucking his veteran slave. It didn’t take more than three minutes before Alex abruptly pulled out.

“Cumming,” he said. “Mouth. Don’t swallow.”

Armando jumped up away from me and dropped to his knees, opening his mouth so Alex could shove just the head of his cock in. He let out a roar as he pumped cum into the young Latino’s mouth. I was jealous again as Alex started to come down from his orgasm.

Then he said something that made me jump up.

“Feed half of it to Jackson, then both of you swallow,” Alex ordered as he pulled out of the boy’s mouth and smiled as he watched some of the cum that was overflowing leak out and dribble down his slave’s chin before Armando managed to seal his lips to hold it all in. 

The Latino stood up, turned toward me and leaned over, lifting my chin up. I hesitated for a moment and Armando used his thumb to stroke my lips. I opened my mouth and he leaned closer, our faces almost touching, and let a steady stream of cum into my mouth. It was slightly acidic but surprisingly sweet.

“Hold it in your mouths,” Alex said. “Both of you.”

I started to panic when I realized how much there was. I looked at Armando’s cheeks to see them bulging as he let the slow, small stream of cum fall into my mouth, where I caught and held it. When he’d emptied about half into my mouth, he sealed his lips again and I did the same, lowering my head to look at Alex as Armando went back to his knees in front of our master and looked up at him.

“Let me see it,” Alex said.

I looked to Armando for a half second to see what he did, then held my head back again and opened my mouth just like him.

“Such good slutty boys,” Alex said with a genuinely proud smile. “Go ahead and swallow your treat.”

It took two gulps for me to swallow all his cum, then I gasped for air. I was impressed by Armando as he didn’t seem to be at all phased by it.

‘I hope I’m that good one day,’ I thought. I wasn’t even questioning this mindset anymore. I didn’t know it, but this was something I’d wanted all along.

Alex dressed me back in the clothes I brought with me and took me out to a clothing store.

“If you’re going to be my boy, that means you’ll be going out with me,” Alex said. “I’ll dress you any time we go out.”

Alex put a thin collar on me once I was dressed. Honestly, it looked more like a choker, but it had a little round name tag hanging from the front. I looked at it in a mirror by the front door to read “Property of Alex Hwang-Tanaka.” So his last name was Hwang-Tanaka. The realization that I didn’t know his last name until now, with a dick cage on me and my virginity his after last night, made me blush a little. He must be half-Japanese half-Korean.

I could also see that, despite the tightness of my pants, you couldn’t tell I was wearing my dick cage underneath. For some reason, a gentle little voice in my head corrected: “Alex’s dick cage.” He hadn’t said anything about that. I didn’t understand why that came to my mind, but it felt right. It made me feel good. My dick was in Alex’s cage. 

Once he was satisfied I looked appropriate, Alex took me out to a black Genesis sedan.

“One of my cars,” he said nonchalantly. He opened the passenger door for me, then leaned down and buckled me in before giving me a kiss on the cheek and closing the door, walking over to the driver side and started the car. He took us to the nicest mall in the city, then came over and opened the door, unbuckled my seatbelt and helped me out. I felt like such a kept bitch, and I loved it.

I realized as I got out of the car that my cock had been leaking precum for a while now and felt insanely thankful I was wearing black jeans. Otherwise I was certain the wet spot the precum was creating in my pants would be insanely visible.

First we went to Neiman Marcus, then 12 designer clothing stores. But the time we left the sixth, Alex had spent more money on clothes and perfume and accessories for me than I had ever seen in my life. I had around 40 shirts, 35 pairs of jeans, 20 pairs of slacks, nine pairs of shoes, at least 30 pairs of underwear (all sexy, skimpy briefs) and a ton of socks.

Slowly, Alex sent me to the changing rooms after paying for clothes and had me put on one pair of jeans and skimpy blue briefs at Neiman Marcus, a shirt at Guess, boots and a little unisex purse at Prada (my phone, which he’d given back to me but told me not to answer any calls or texts that weren’t from him and the wallet he bought from Louis Vuitton going into the purse) in the dressing rooms of each of those stores.

Each time, he took the clothes I changed out of and threw them in a trashcan in the halls of the mall. 

I felt completely out of place at these stores. None of them were a place I ever thought I would find myself in. And any time we were speaking to a male employee at the stores or a male customer came close, Alex would put his hand on my shoulder and pull me back against him. It felt like a little bit of jealousy on his part, and it made me feel simultaneously a little uncomfortable and safe. I would feel a little uncomfortable when someone would look at my neck and I would remember the collar there and every time I remembered the dick cage. Remembering the cage also made me try to get hard every time, which made me worry that the cage would be more prevalent, which would only turn me on more.

After the mall, he took me to Skivvies, a sexy gay underwear store, and bought a half dozen jockstraps and a few other types of sexy underwear, almost all of them with nothing to cover my ass. The whole time we were there, Alex had at least his hand somewhere on my body. When he finished paying, he had me immediately go with him into a changing room, where he took off my shoes, pants and underwear then put a pair of briefs with no ass on me and put the briefs in one of the shopping bags. 

By the time we were done, the entire trunk and back seat were filled with bags and boxes. My dick was still leaking precum, with a large wet spot now invisibly forming on the new black jeans Alex had put me in. It hadn’t stopped leaking all day. It had slowed down a bit, sped up at others, but there seemed to be a constant stream of precum dripping from my dick.

“I think it’s important you know this,” Alex said when we got in the car after the underwear store, “Nothing I bought today belongs to you. When this weekend is over, if I decide to keep you and you decide this life is for you, we will go to place together and I will decide what of yours I want to keep and you’ll throw out the rest. You won’t own anything, including yourself.”

That made my stomach almost turn with butterflies. Terrifying but also insanely appealing. Exciting. Arousing. The cage around my dick… wait, Alex’s dick? My slave dick? Alex’s slave’s dick? Whatever. The cage around my dick was put to work keeping it restrained and preventing an erection. I didn’t know what I wanted. It was obvious that if I accepted Alex’s offer, I would belong to him permanently. Or at least until he decided he didn’t want me.

The way that thought immediately led into ‘I hope he never decides he doesn’t want me’ seemed to suggest I wanted this. But it really was permanent, and I was obviously thinking with a horny brain. The thing that really worried me was how I had such a small amount of time to make a decision that would be permanent. 

After Skivvies, Alex took me to get my ears pierced and one dangly earring on my right ear and a dainty diamond stud in the left. It hurt a little, but it wasn’t bad. We went an hour away to a sushi place after that. On the drive there, Alex let me pull out my phone and text with friends. I was instructed to strictly keep anything about slavery out my texts. No talk of slavery, chastity or the possibility of becoming Alex’s boyfriend. I could talk about how I’d had sex or practically anything else, but wasn’t allowed to mention Armando at all. 

I wasn’t surprised to see 12 text messages and four missed calls from Jessika, along with at least a dozen messages from other friends. I spent the whole hour texting with them while Alex listened to some Korean hip-hop. I reassured Jessika that I was safe and told her, in as much detail as I was allowed, about the sex I’d had with Alex the night before. I told her he bought me some clothes, but kept the number of clothes and the fact that Alex had thrown out all of my clothes as he had me change.

After dinner we got back on the road and drove another hour back to Alex’s apartment. It was already getting dark.

“Did you enjoy yourself today, baby boy?” Alex asked on the drive back.

I immediately put my phone away and turned all my attention to him.

“I did,” I said after thinking for a minute, a sense of consideration in my voice. “I felt a little out of place most of the time, but I still had fun. I’ve never enjoyed shopping like that. I think the fact that I didn’t have to pick anything on my own made it more enjoyable. And the sushi was amazing.”

Alex flashed one of his heart attack-inducing smiles that made his eyes light up and told me he was glad I enjoyed it. Then he turned up the music and nodded toward my phone with a little grin. I took it as permission to continue using my phone, so I kept texting with Jessica.

“He’s so gorgeous,” I told her.

“Send a pic” she replied.

“You saw him at the club”

“Yeah, but it was dark so I didn’t get a good look”

“I’ll ask him if I can send one when we get back to his place”

“So you seriously lost your virginity to a dominant man a few years older than you on the first date and now you’re spending the whole weekend at his house?”

“LOL yeh. I’m really liking it. He’s so nice and his apartment is amazing”

That went on for a while. I texted with a some of my gay friends, too, and told them about losing my virginity. Most reacted with “that’s so hot,” “I’m so proud of you,” “fuck I wish my first time was like that.” One friend answered simply “virginity is a social construct.”

I rolled by eyes at that one. I told him in graphic detail about getting absolutely pounded the night before and that was his response? It was honestly kinda funny, though.

When we got back, Alex did the whole routine of opening my door, unbuckling my seatbelt and helping me out. When we got inside, I took off the boots and started walking into the apartment when Alex grabbed me by the shoulder and turned me to face him.

“Forgetting something?” Alex asked simply.

It took me a moment before a look of revelation took over my face.

“I’m sorry,” I said, looking down at my feet as I started unbuttoning my shirt. I handed it to him and he put it in one of the bags he carried in. I followed it with my pants, socks, underwear, then the Hugo watch, Tiffany necklace and ring and some expensive bracelet he bought at Neiman Marcus. He dropped them all into bags he’d carried in for me and then put tcallhe bags on the floor and pulled a key out of his pocket to unlock the collar.

“Houseboy,” he called out after that. 

When Armando quickly rushed into the entry hall, stopping with his head down and his legs spread and hands clasped behind his back, Alex walked up to him and fondled Armando’s dick in the cage he’d put there.

“Go put on the black and pink short shorts and the black and blue crop top with your pink Nike slip ons and get all the stuff out of the Genisis, then put all if it neatly away in the second master bedroom closet,” he ordered.

“Yes, Sir,” Armando replied with a smile as Alex grabbed my hand and led me into the living room.

He sat me on his lap and turned on the TV, putting the Korean drama we’d watched that morning on the TV as we listened to Armando bringing in the bags and put the clothes away. The whole time I was trying to pay attention to the drama, Alex kept playing with my body. He started with tweaking one of my nipples, eliciting a light moan I tried to stifle so as not to interrupt the show, then fondled my locked dick (I decided that it was my dick in his cage, which made it his property but still something I could still refer to as mine), then traced my abs, rubbed my ear, and then went to my other nipple and repeated the process.

I was so turned on. A regular bitch in heat. 

After about an hour, Armando came into the living room and stood off to the side where he went into his regular waiting position with his hands behind his back, head down, legs spread.

“Everything put away, Houseboy?” Alex asked after about 10 minutes. He paused the show.

“Yes, Master,” Armando answered.  

“And the chores?”

“All done, Master. I cleaned the whole apartment, changed Master’s sheets, did the laundry, took out the trash, watered the balcony plants, collected the mail in the white short shorts and white slip-on Adidas you told me to wear with no shirt, washed and polished the Ranger Rover in the same outfit and ordered groceries for the week and put them away when the arrived. I fed myself, a simple salad and pasta with white sauce, and then cleaned out about 30 minutes before Master and Jackson got home.”

“Good boy,” Alex said, motioning for Armando to come to him. When Armando was standing next to us, Alex put his hand on his shoulder and pushed him to sit on the floor in front of us and restarted the show.

Another hour and the episode was over. Alex turned that show off and put an American sitcom on, turning the volume down low. It was only on for background noise.

“I’m a bit horny,” Alex said. “I want a show. You two stand in front of me and face each other.”

Alex lifted me to stand in front of him and Armando came to stand in front of me, both of us facing each other with Alex sitting on the couch to my left and his right.

“Jackson, I want you to start playing with Armando’s little locked dicklet,” he ordered me.

I looked at him a little surprised but quickly turned back to look at Armando. I tentatively reached out toward his locked dick with my left hand, but Alex stopped me and told me to use my right. It would give him the best view, he said.

So I reached out and, hesitantly, took a gentle hold of Armando’s balls and started rolling them around in my hand.

“Houseboy, play with Jackson’s nipples,” Alex ordered.

“Yes, Master,” Armando answered as he confidently reached out and started tweaking and twisting my nipples. 

Fuck. My balls were hurting again, and my dick was screaming to be let free. I was looking into Armando’s eyes and realized that, in a different world, I could fall in love with him. I wanted so badly to kiss Armando right now. Alex either read my mind or something about the way I was standing or looking at Armando must have made it obvious to Alex.

“Go ahead, Jackson,” Alex said.

I stopped fondling Armando’s balls, still holding them in my hand but not moving them around, and turned to look at Alex with a confused expression on my face. Armando didn’t pause his ministrations to my nipples for even a half second.

“Go ahead,” he reiterated. “You can kiss Houseboy. I know, it’s got a gorgeous face. Beautiful lips. Go ahead and give it a kiss. I’m sure it’ll like it.”

I could feel my blush turning my whole body a light shade of read as I turned back to Armando. I swallowed hard. Suddenly my mouth was dry. I licked my lips, then slowly leaned in, closing my eyes when I saw Armando do the same and part his lips slightly, and then started making out with him. 

Electricity was shooting through my body. My fucking god, this boy was amazing. As we kissed I kept playing with his balls and realized that, if it weren’t for the cage, Armando would have a massive dick. My eyes closed and Armando’s tongue now in my mouth, I was trying to picture what it would look like. It had to be phenomenal. Truly pretty dicks are rare, but something told me that, hidden behind that cage, Armando had a sexy, pretty cock. Alex probably just called it a “dicklet” as a way to remind Armando of his place. Little reminders like that must be important, I realized. Or maybe Armando had a degradation kink.

I wasn’t startled but was surprised when I felt Alex’s hand on the small of my back, slowly stroking down over my bubble butt then back up. I hadn’t even heard him stand, I was so enthralled.

“You boys keep doing what you’re doing,” Alex whispered in my ear. Armando and I both grunted in confirmation, then Alex slowly, gently guided our bodies together. “So fucking sexy. Armando, take your left and reach around and tease the outside of Jackson’s hole.”

Immediately I was moaning as Armando’s fingers teased my puckering hole. I was reminded for the first time in hours that I was still a little sore from being fucked for the first time last night, but at this point the slight pain felt good. It turned me on more.

“Such sexy boys,” Alex said. “So fucking sexy. You’ve got me so insanely horny.”

Alex watched us do this for another five minutes, then told me to go and clean myself out.

“Hurry up,” Alex ordered. “I’ll use Houseboy’s ass until you get back.”

“Yes, sir,” I said meekly, stealing one last look at Armando as I stepped away and then going into the master bathroom. I heard Alex tell Armando to get on his knees and suck his cock to get it wet, then heard from the bathroom Armando’s moan as he took Alex’s cock up his ass.

I worked as fast as I could, cleaning myself out then stepping in the shower to wash the outside of my hole and then rushing back. My dick was still leaking precum through the cage. I was amazed that I had that much to leak.

When I got back I found Armando slowly bouncing up and down on Alex’s cock, his head thrown back in rapture. When Alex saw me, he gently slapped Armando twice on the ass and I heard him whimper a little in disappointment as he slowly slid off Alex’s cock.

“Let’s take this to my bed,” Alex suggested. But we all knew it wasn’t a suggestion. He gently grabbed Armando’s locked dick with his left hand and led him toward me, then gently took hold of mine in his right hand and led us by our locked dicks into his bedroom. He had me get in doggy position, then had Armando get right in front of me in the same position.

“Rim Houseboy for me, Jackson,” Alex ordered.

I looked at him a little surprised. I didn’t think I would ever have any sort of sexual contact like this with another guy as long as I was with Alex. It wasn’t something I had actually put a lot of thought into, but it did just seem  A little groping and fondling and kissing to put on a show for Alex seemed different than rimming.

“You won’t have sex or do anything sexual with another person while you’re with me, but Houseboy isn’t a person,” Alex said plainly, once again reading my thoughts through my facial expression. “It’s a slave. An object. My property.”

Armando let out an almost inaudible moan as he listened to Alex’s words. Just the insinuation that he was less-than-human, an object to be owned and used however his master wanted to, gave him sexual pleasure. I knew his words excited me too, but they also made me wonder what exactly he thought of me. Was I to be nothing at all more than property? I might be totally OK with that, I thought. But then, I also thought it would be great to be more of a submissive slave boyfriend viewed as somewhere between a person and property.

Pushing those questions out of my mind and instead giving my attention to the excitement of what was going on, I nodded and slowly lowered my face into Armando’s ass. The fact that this was a dream come true (albeit a dream that had only formed this morning when I first saw Armando’s ass) was not lost to me.

I tentatively ran my tongue over Armando’s hole and we both shuddered in pleasure. 

“I knew you would like that,” Alex said. The smirk I knew he had on his face was almost audible in his voice.

In a matter of seconds, I was really into it. I was lapping my tongue up and down over his hole and shoving the tip in. He was smooth, his skin soft, his hole clean and oddly tasty inside and out. His whimpers and moans were delicious.

I almost jumped when Alex suddenly and forcefully grabbed my asscheeks, digging his finely manicured fingers into my flesh, and pulled them apart, immediately diving his face toward my hole and starting the same thing on me. My reaction was the same as Armando’s. Maybe even more obvious. I was moaning like an absolute slut.

The light leak of my dick locked away as Alex’s property changed. It was like the faucet was turned on completely. The delicious, absolutely clean taste and smooth, beautiful texture of Armando’s hole, the feel of goosebumps on his hairless, firm, muscled asscheeks on my face, the tongue that was licking, probing and exploring my crack and hole, the strong hands on my asscheeks. It all had me turned on in a way I’d never felt before. I was so horny I felt lightheaded. My breathing was ragged. My heart was pounding. My mind was swirling with the realization of what was happening. Viewed as a person or not, the fact that I was rimming Armando while Alex rimmed me made this a threesome. My first threesome. About 24 hours after I’d lost my virginity. I was certain the bed under us would be completely soaked in my precum within minutes.

Curious, I innocently moved my right hand under Armando, as if changing the way I was supporting myself, and found that he, too, was leaking precum in a steady stream. I moved my hand back and returned my attention back to what was going on. It took me a minute to figure out what I should be putting most of my focus into. It kept switching back and forth between the working on Armando’s hole and the feelings of Alex feasting on mine. I decided that I was given a task to do by Alex, so that should be my primary focus. This wasn’t about me and my physical pleasure. This was about Alex and his. I would get emotional, mental and, yes, physical pleasure in the act of making him feel good. And apparently, one way I could do that right now was to make Armando feel good.

Alex added some nibbles on my hole and bites to my asscheeks to the mix as one of his hands let go of my butt and began playing with my leaking cock. When he felt how much precum was pouring out of the dick he’d locked away with his cage, he moaned. He kept fondling and groping my locked up dick as I put all my heart, mind, soul and strength into eating Armando out. It wasn’t easy because, even after being fucked for a few minutes by Alex, the Latino’s hole was still so tight, but with work I eventually got half my tongue into him. It was amazing. Velvety smooth. 

Just about the time I started fucking Armando with my tongue, Alex used his index fingers to push into my hole slick with his saliva and begin stretching it. I moaned and the vibrations caused Armando to do the same. It was amazing. The soreness of my freshly deflowered hole made the presence of Alex’s fingers all the more prominent. I loved it, especially because of the light pain.

Suddenly, Alex used his fingers to pull my hole open and dived back down, shoving his tongue deep in me. My muscles all tightened and twitched, causing my back to arch and my tongue to suddenly slip out of Armando’s hole as I threw my head back and cried out in ecstasy. As Alex began wriggling his tongue around in my hole, that cry turned into thunderous moans and then a constant purr until Alex reached up and shoved my head back down into Armando’s ass as he began sawing his tongue in and out.

I was whimpering constantly as he brought one of his hands back to my caged balls and started rolling them around. I could feel the precum constantly pumping out of my locked up dick slit. It was a feeling of simultaneous pulsing and slowly streaming thick warmth. My whimpers must have increased the pleasure for Armando as I shoved my tongue back into him with renewed urgency, turned into a maniac by the way Alex was playing with my hole, because he started trembling, his knees and elbows shaking. It was completely thoughtless for me. The sexual part of my brain had taken over as a constant hum of pleasure and desire and lust and excitement fucked my brain. 

It didn’t die down when suddenly Alex pulled himself away from my hole. I barely heard him tell Armando to roll over and lie on his back with his legs pulled up. The Latino houseboy weakly, but obediently, followed the command, laying down in a pool of his own precum, and Alex reached around and pulled my chin down with one hand, opening my mouth, then pushed me down onto Armando’s caged dick.

His precum, still pumping out, hit my tongue and I was in awe of the light, sweet flavor.

Without a word, Alex went back to using his tongue on my hole for another minute or so, then pulled my face up away from Armando’s dick. My mouth still wide open, a string of his precum followed my mouth up and drool fell down onto his perfectly shaved balls. 

“Move over, Houseboy,” Alex ordered urgently. He picked me up awkwardly, his arms wrapped around my waist, and hoisted me up and he climbed on the bed and walked on his knees to the spot where Armando had been. He dropped me suddenly, then roughly spun me around to lie on my back.

I stared up at his face, dark with lust, as he pointed at Armando.

“Nipple,” he ordered, and Armando immediately attached his mouth to my right nipple as Alex grabbed my legs, putting his hands behind my knees and pushing them back. I thought I might pass out from the lust and excitement I was feeling.

Without fanfare, Alex positioned the head of his gorgeous, massive, god’s cock at my hole and slowly pushed in. It was well lubed just from his precum, and my ass was slick from his rimming, so it slid into me easily. I screamed out, a mix of pain and pleasure, as he slowly slid into me and threw my hands up to grip his biceps and dig my nails in. Armando was hard at work nibbling and licking and sucking my nipple as Alex bottomed out and then immediately began a steady, medium paced fucking in and out of my hole. My back arched up as electricity shot through my entire being, into my soul, causing goosebumps all over. My hole felt so full and that just felt so right. It felt like it belonged

Alex placed his hand on my left pec and pushed my back down flat while he sped up a bit. Deep inside my hole I felt light jolts of pain and something about that made me unbelievably proud. I was taking this full 8.5 inches all the way deep inside me. Without thought but with what felt like extreme physical effort I released Alex’s upper arms and moved to put my hands flat against his firm, lean pecs. I rubbed my thumbs back and forth over his nipples without a single thought prompting me to do so.

The world around me faded as the sensations I was experiencing deafened me to everything else. With every thrust into me, Alex pushed out a glob of precum. About 10 minutes in, I felt something I’d never felt before. The pounding in my hole was building to a crescendo as my whole lower body began feeling hot. There was so much pressure in my hole, and it felt like it was in the head of my dick locked away by this gorgeous man beautifully ravaging my hole. My balls drew in tight. My moans turned to a soft, high pitch whine, and suddenly my whole body was convulsing as hot cum blasted from my locked dick. 

My eyes rolled back and I felt my hole clinch and release around Alex’s cock as he kept fucking me, not slowing down a bit. 

“Oh yeah, baby boy,” he said, almost growled. “Oh fuck yeah. Oh fuck.”

I wanted to respond, but I couldn’t. All I could manage were whines and breathy grunts. 

The orgasm didn’t stop like a normal one. It just kept going, wracking my body with pleasure and overloading my senses. I don’t know exactly how long it lasted, but just as I was started to come down I felt Alex thrust all the way into me, burying his shaft deep inside my body, his cock twitching and filling me with his glorious cum. 

Both of us drenched in sweat, Alex collapsed onto my body. My legs were folded back over me and his cock stayed deep inside. My hole kept twitching and once or twice my locked dick weakly fired another volley of cum as Alex’s lips locked to mine, his tongue invading my mouth. I welcomed it as I passed into some sort of lucid half-dream state. Every once in a while, Alex would quickly pull half to almost all his still-hard cock out and then thrust it back in. It hurt, but in a way that feels impossible to adequately describe. It was fulfilling, in a way, to feel the pain and know that it was there because my master was still getting use and pleasure out of my hole. It was satisfying. It was exciting. It just felt like the way things should be. I felt like sex with Alex, giving him physical pleasure, almost should hurt a little. He was so perfect it hurt to look at him, to feel his body, to know he lusted after me, but that pain was so blissful.

I eventually passed into exhausted sleep like that, my legs folded back and Alex’s unsoftening cock buried in me. When I woke, Alex was still on top of me and kissing my neck, occasionally doing those short, hard thrusts. His cock had lost some of its hardness but was still semierect. 

Noticing I was awake, Alex gave three hard, powerful thrusts into my ass while he kissed me, then pulled out and got off me. My legs collapsed back down into the bed and my whole body felt stiff as Alex picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bathroom. I noticed as we got in there that the shower was already on and there was some steam in the room.

“Don’t try to move,” Alex said softly. His voice was sweet, caring, almost a little concerned.

He sat me down in the shower, my back against the wall. For a half second I wondered who turned it on, then realized it must have been Armando. I looked around for him but he wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

Alex pulled the detachable showerhead down and began bathing me in the warm water. It felt so nice. I could feel my tight, sore muscles relaxing a little. Alex took some time to rinse my body, then lathered me with soap and washed it off. He helped me stand, supporting me with his strong, thick arms as he stood in front of me and rubbed soap into my back and thighs. Then, with great care, he gently massaged the body wash into my ass cheeks and gently in my crack and over my hole.

I jerked when his finger brushed my hole.

“Are you OK, baby boy?” Alex asked.

I nodded my head weakly and he continued. My hole was incredibly sore. He had eviscerated it. But that pain was a source or pride for my mind exhausted by the overload of sensations from the sex we’d just had.

When he was done, Alex gingerly dried me off and carried my limp form back to the bed. He laid me down next to but not on top of the cum, then got in bed next to me and pulled me into him, my head on his chest. Within seconds I was dead to the world.

I woke up most of the way around sunrise, but I was still exhausted. I found Alex sitting on the bed next to me, looking down at me, dressed in a nice T-shirt, blazer and jeans. 

“Good morning, baby boy,” he said, running his fingers through my hair. “You feeling OK? Had a pretty exciting night last night.”

I smiled a little and nodded my head.

“That’s good,” Alex said. “I know today is the last day of our trial but I need to leave you for a little bit. You should get some more rest.”

I suddenly felt a little panic at that.

“Last day? Does that mean you don’t want to keep me?” I asked, only realizing how pathetic I sounded after the word escaped my lips. Keep me? For some reason that just sounded desperate. 

But it got a chuckle from Alex.

“Well, we can talk about that a little later today,” Alex said. That shot more panic into me. “But for right now I’ll just say I’m really hoping we can make it happen.”

I was flooded with relief and suddenly felt exhausted again. Such a short exchange was an incredible emotional rollercoaster for me and I didn’t know what to make of that fact.

“It doesn’t bother you how young I am?” I asked, suddenly realizing my age could pose some problems for him.

“It doesn’t matter to me,” Alex said simply. “Do you think your age and our age difference would cause problems for you?”

I shook my head, then blushed as I told him about a conversation I’d had with my mom about two years back, knowing that was a part of his concern.

“My mom told me when I came out she didn’t care who I dated or had sex with or fell in love with as long as it was consentual and safe,” I told him. “She said it didn’t matter to her if they were my age or older, as long as they weren’t underage. She’s super sex positive.”

Alex just smiled at that. 

“That’s good to hear, baby boy,” he said. “We’ll talk more about it later. For now, go back to sleep.”

It took me about five minutes, but I did drift back into my dreams.