My life in submission to an Asian man

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Wow! What a delay. Sorry for the big gap. Like I've said before, my personal life can keep me busy sometimes. I've heard from a few of you and have loved hearing your feedback and the personal stories you've shared.

To Brandon and his slave Greg, thank you for reaching out and sharing your stories with me! I'm trying to be better about replying quickly, but I've enjoyed our communication.

I love hearing from y'all, and hope I'll continue to hear from more of you! And, without further ado..

A Reminder that Master isn’t Exclusive to Me

The rest of the afternoon was rather uneventful. Armando made Japanese handrolls for lunch, I ate and then went and cleaned myself out for when Alex got home. He said he wasn’t planning to use my hole for a few days, but I wanted to be ready just in case. Then I spent the rest of the day watching a cheesy Japanese romance about a high school boy and girl who end up as accidental roommates, the whole time trying to ignore my blue balls and the itchiness of my face.

At one point I thought I would go explore the other rooms in the home, I counted five I hadn’t seen inside, but Armando told me I shouldn’t go anywhere in the apartment without Alex.

It was about 6:30 when Armando let me know Alex had just parked the car and it was time to demonstrate the new bow I’d learned.

“He’s coming home from the gym, so he’ll probably want to take a shower right away,” Armando told me when we got to the foyer. 

I stood there, naked but for my cage, in front of the door, my hands at my side and my heart beating hard in my chest. I didn’t really know why, but I was nervous about making sure I got the bow right. 

Armando was beside me, but he was on his knees, sitting back on his heels with his hands in his lap. 

When I heard the key enter the door, I noticed a light sweat forming on my forehead. When the lock turned my heart jumped a little, and when the door started to open it jumped a little more.

Alex opened the door all the way and, while he was tall and well muscled, he was still trim and his body didn’t do much to block the doorway. My concern of being seen like this by some passerby stuck in my head for a micro second, but somehow I remembered to bow. I heard the door close, then felt Alex ruffle my hair.

“I’m home babe,” he said to me in a sing-song tone. 

When his hand left my head, I stood up straight, a little nervous to hear his judgment on my bow.

“Such a good boy,” he said. “That was perfect. You learned so quickly.”

Without even realizing it, I was beaming up at him. 

“Thank you, sir,” I said, my voice a little soft and shy. It still felt weird. I was never soft or shy before meeting him, but the sparkle in his eyes told me he liked this side of me.

“And you managed to obey me and keep that cum on your face all day,” he continued, pride obvious in his voice. “I know that must be itchy.”

Alex was dressed in his gym clothes and carrying in one hand a gym bag and in the other a hanger that held his work suit. As soon as he ordered Armando to stand and take the work suit and I, at his non-verbal suggestion, stepped forward to welcome him home with a kiss. Even this little act of submission to my Asian Master made me giddy.

Almost immediately, and wordlessly, Alex grabbed me gently by my locked dick and balls and started guiding me toward our bedroom. He didn’t smell one bit of sweat, even though the tank top he was wearing showed signs he’d been sweating. 

When he started leading me to the bathroom, the itching on my face grew more intense. 

“You ready to wash my cum off your face?” Alex asked as he started turning on the shower.

“Yeah,” I answered honestly. “I love that it’s your cum and honestly it’s kinda turned me on all day, but it really itches.”

Alex chuckled at that. He had me undress him, tease his nipples a little bit with my tongue (though none of him smelled of anything but slightly worn off cologne, his nipples were a tiny bit salty) then wash him. After he’d cleaned my cum off his face, we stepped out of the shower and found Armando waiting for us. 

After all the typical post-shower stuff, with Armando drying Alex and me drying myself, Alex put on a bathrobe and we walked into the dining room. As always, he pulled out my chair, then pushed it in.

I was sitting in front of plate of stir fried chicken, a bowl of rice, another long spoon and a pair of flat, metal chopsticks. As soon as we sat, Alex started showing me how to use them, his hot breath on my neck making it hard to concentrate. Luckily, my difficulty concentrating made it look like I really did need his help learning how to use the utensils.

We ate dinner, me almost finishing mine in time before he had Armando take our dishes away. 

The next day was the same. Alex woke me up with his cock (now just dumping his load down my throat when he was done training me), I got cleaned up, ate Asian food for lunch, watched Korean or Japanese TV shows and listened to music from the same countries and learned more little things from Armando that would Asianwash me.

He taught me to cover my mouth when I laughed or smiled in front of other Asian men that weren’t Alex (something women usually did and not men, but that Alex wanted me to do because I was his slave) and to kneel when opening and closing doors (another more feminine practice).

Alex taught me how to use chopsticks (or at least I pretended not to know and he taught me) that night and told me that Armando had been through the Asianwashing too but “because he’s just a houseboy slave he doesn’t use a lot of what I taught him. You’re going to live like this because you’re my boyfriend. You’re more special.”

We ended that night finishing up the K-Drama we’d started and with me swallowing another of his loads.

The same thing happened Thursday until he got home. That night, after dinner, Alex took me to the same chains he’d used to torture me before. Excitement and nerves built as he chained my hands and feet to keep me immobile.

“No pain play tonight,” he said, though, leaving me a little confused until he continued. “You’re just going to be here as a piece of art for me to look at while I relax tonight.”

Then he took Armando with him over to the couch and had the Latino sit at his feet while he watched first the news then some cop procedural on TV.

My knees were weak and arms tired after the news, and by the time he’d watched two episodes of his cop show my legs were shaking badly. But I didn’t complain and the way he kept looking over at me, sometimes staring, made my heart soar. The satisfied, proud look on his face was like that of a man looking at a Pollock he’d just bought and hung on his wall. 

After the third episode, Alex turned the TV off and stood, undressing, before sitting back down and guiding Armando’s lips to his cock.The Latin slave took the cock down to its base wordlessly and bobbed up and down. I closed my eyes, not because I wanted to avoid seeing but because I was growing exhausted.

“Look at us,” Alex ordered. “You need to learn to appreciate the beauty of your master having sex with others.” 

“Yes, Master,” I answered tiredly, looking back up.

Satisfied that I was going to keep looking, he pulled Armando’s head off his cock by the Latino’s hair, and pulled him up to straddle him. He spit on his hand, rubbed it on the houseboy’s hole and then guided his slave to sit on his cock. My locked dicklet (wait… dicklet? I was well endowed, outside this cage, I thought before realizing it didn’t matter. My existence was in this cage, and this cage made it a dicklet) was straining harder than any time before against the confines of the cage. My balls ached and the locked dicklet was jutting out from me as the parts of it that could get hard, the part behind my balls, pushed forward. 

I did feel a pang of jealousy as he gently caressed Armando’s face then guided him in for a slow, passionate kiss.

When they were done kissing, Alex pulled Armando close to him and held him while he started slowly fucking the boy. He made eye contact with me and smiled mischivously, causing me to get lightheaded and my stomach to turn in lust, then started kissing Armando’s neck and caressing the slave’s back for a minute before letting Armando sit back and start riding him.

I watched as Alex alternated between kissing Armando and locking eyes with me. I watched as his massive cock disappeared into and then reappeared from Armando’s tight, muscled caramel ass. None of us spoke the entire time.

Alex let Armando ride his cock for a while, both of them breathing heavily, then slowly and gently rolled the boy so he was lying on his back on the couch and started doing the work of fucking him, still slowly, while he kissed him.

Then, all at once, the mood changed. Alex grabbed Armando’s legs behind his knees and pushed the back, folding the slave in half, and without warning started pounding at his hole. He spat down on the boy’s face, then looked at me.

“I’m gonna breed this slave and you’re gonna watch,” he said, his voice airy and hot.

“Yes, Master,” I whined, not realizing until I spoke how my voice would sound.

It didn’t take long for Armando, well stimulated and teased by the slow fucking, to start cumming from the anal pounding. My breath caught as I watched and longed for a similar release. But I knew that wasn’t happening tonight.

Too, it wasn’t long before Alex rammed his cock all the way in and held it there, shivering in the throes of an orgasm. I felt my heart sink a little even as the butterflies in my stomach grew more agitated and my breath grew heavier from arousal.

Without fanfare, Alex pulled out of the boy, scooped up some of the slave’s cum and licked it off his fingers.

“I know I don’t taste your cum a lot,” he said to Armando, “but damn, is it sweet.”

Alex gathered up more in his fingers and licked a little bit of it before scooping up still more and standing to walk over to me, his mostly-hard dick swinging back in forth and front of him as we walked.

My Master held his fingers up in front of my mouth and I opened.

“Have a little treat,” he said as he shoved his fingers in my mouth. And god damn, it was sweet.

When he pulled his fingers out, I knew I was looking at him with the most pleading, begging, desperate puppy dog eyes possible. All he did was smile and then chuckle, before telling me to keep watching and walking back to Armando and making out with him for a few seconds again, his tongue slipping into and exploring his slave’s mouth.

“You wanna eat my cum out of him?” Alex asked me with a smirk.

All I could do was nod furiously.

Alex walked over and released me from the chains, holding me up and helping me walk when I was freed and then lowering me down onto the couch and guiding my head to Armando’s hole. I immediately started licking and sticking my tongue inside.

As always, the houseboy’s hole and insides were impeccably clean. All I could taste was the sweet nectar of my Master’s cock, and I slurped and lapped it up until I was confident I’d gotten all I could from my fellow slave.

“Good boy,” Alex said when he’d reached the same conclusion and I’d ended up just rimming the slave. 

He reached out, softly pulled my head away from Armando’s delicious ass and gave me a lingering peck on the lips.

“Now clean the rest of the slave cum off of him,” Alex commanded.

I happily obliged, a huge smile on my face as I looked over the rippling abs and defined pecs covered in surprisingly copious amounts of cum. Without a second thought, I started slowly licking at the Latino’s abs, savoring the flavor and relishing in the shivers and moans the boy emitted.

When I was done, Alex guided my mouth to his cock, had me suckle and lick at it for a few minutes, then announced it was bedtime.

Friday was again routine, this time until after dinner. Having finished our meals, Alex shocked me.

“I have another sub coming over tonight,” he said. I almost choked on the air I was breathing when he said this, and I felt my heart sink. “Houseboy knows him. He’s just an occasional playmate from work.”

I tried not to look too jealous. I’d gotten used to Alex using Armando instead of me sometimes, and I of course knew to expect that he would occasionally play with other subs and have hookups. But I didn’t expect it this soon and, when I thought about it, I never expected to meet any of them.

“I’ve told him about you, Jackson,” he said. “Showed him one of your pictures. He’s excited to have you watching us. And, Houseboy, he said he wants to fuck you tonight while I fuck him. So best go get ready. Stretch your hole out with a dildo. You know he likes feeling like you’ve been recently used. You can do dishes after our playtime.”

Armando was already obviously excited, answering a quick, enthusiastic “Yes, Master,” before he ran off to his room.

“It’s only natural to feel a little jealous tonight,” Alex said, turning his attention back to me. 

“I’m sorry,” I said, looking down and feeling ashamed. “I’m trying not to be.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Alex said gently. “Like I said, it’s natural. But I want you to overcome that. Think about how hot it is to watch me fuck another man, get to see me in action. Think about how hot it is to watch Houseboy get fucked. Think about how much I enjoy getting to dominate him. Think about how much I enjoy fucking others in front of you and using that to put you in your place. Whatever helps you through it.”

I nodded without looking up, still feeling jealous and now feeling guilty because of it.

“And he’s hot,” Alex said. I felt my jealousy only grow at that. “An Asian switch who likes to be used by me but also likes using Houseboy. You’ll like him. He’s a year older than you. I already know he’s gonna drive you crazy. Lusting after both me and him. And maybe Houseboy, too. It’ll be like a live threesome.”

That caught me by surprise again. And while still a little jealous, the idea that I was allowed to watch not just my boyfriend/Master having sex but also that I was allowed to lust after this slut that was coming over to be used by him and to use Armando made me a little bit excited.

When Armando came back, I saw a big butt plug lodged inside him. Alex told him to go to our bedroom and set out lube and toys.

“It’ll be a good demonstrating for you to see me fucking another man in the bed we share,” Alex told me. “You’ll see that I fuck who I want, when I want, where I want.”

For some reason, that made the last of my jealousy fade away. Now I was all hot and horny. The way he put everything just made me feel more submissive to him.

He also told me that, because he was having someone he didn’t own come over to play, I was to call him Master the entire time this other man was here and, because the other man was Asian, I was to call him sir.

“Yes, Master,” I answered, finally looking up as the jealousy and guilt were gone.

It was about 10 minutes later when there was a knock on the door. Alex stood, pulled my chair out for me, then grabbed me by my caged cock and walked me to the door.

“He’s Asian, so you’re going to bow to him like you do to me,” Alex told me. “Every Asian man that comes over to our home, you’re going to bow to him.”

Our home, I thought. I was nervous about meeting this new sub, but the way he said “our home” made me feel safer. I realized I was worried about being replaced, an odd fear that I didn’t realize I had and of which I had not even the slightest understanding. But “our home” made it feel like that wasn’t even a slight possibility.

We got to the door and Alex had me stand to his right and Armando kneeling to his left. He opened the door and before I bowed I got a glimpse of the man my master was going to dominate tonight. About 5-foot 10-inches, same as me, slim with medium length hair and a cute, almost adorable face. Yet, somehow, that same face looked tough. The embodiment, I realized, of what a vers switch’s face should look like.

“Come on in, Yuto,” Alex said. 

I held my bow for a couple of seconds then looked up to see the new man walking in the door.

“Hey, Sir,” he said casually, a mischievous grin on his face. He turned to look at me, up and down. “Wow, it’s even better than its pictures. Can I touch it?”

Being called “it” by Yuto was strange but exciting.

“His name is Jackson,” Alex said quickly. “He’s not just a slave, he’s my boyfriend.”

“Oh, sorry,” Yuto said, obviously just for the formality of apologizing. “Can I touch Jackson?”

“Have you already forgotten the first thing you do when you walk into my house, slut?” Alex asked coldly.

Yuto snapped his eyes back to Alex, a truly apologetic look on his face now.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” he said, kicking off his shoes. Armando scrambled to his feet and took the shoes to put them neatly against the wall.

As I watched Yuto unbutton his dark blue dress shirt, I felt like I was going to start drooling. Alex was right. He was fucking hot. He had darkly tanned skin, curly long hair, big eyes, a defined jawline, lips that looked thick enough to be perfect for cock sucking but not too big, and as he slowly revealed his torso I saw he was skinny as he appeared but somehow also incredibly, though leanly, muscular. He had a large tattoo on his chest and his nipples were darker than Alex’s. Everything about his body was at least a little darker than Alex.

He took off his shirt and tossed it to Alex, revealing a tight six pack and arms that were just as strong as the rest of him.

He undid his belt, tossing it just as carelessly at Armando, then yanked his dress pants down along with a pair of white Versace briefs and kicking them over to Armando. He was already hard as a rock, a good seven inches of (admittedly a little slim) uncut cock. My mouth watered, and now I felt jealous of Armando getting to suck on and get fucked by that cock instead of me. He was completely hairless, like Armando and me, but the biggest difference was clear: he wasn’t caged. He served our Master for fun, just whenever he felt like it. He was still free to jerk his cock whenever he wanted, fuck any consenting adult he wanted (except me), cum whenever he wanted. 

I heard Alex chuckle as Yuto took off his socks and threw them at Armando one at a time.

“You really do just come in here and put that slut in its place,” Alex said, walking up to Yuto and slowly jerking his cock with his right hand while he reached on and started running his left hand through the Asian teen’s hair. 

The contrast of my tall, strong, fully dressed Asian Master and this slim, short, sexy but completely naked and obviously submissive (to my Master) Asian 19-year-old slut sent electricity through my body. Fuck, this was awesome to see. 

But Alex wasn’t going to let me forget the race training he was putting me through. He looked at me with a serious, appraising expression before turning back to Yuto and speaking just as seriously.

“Jackson is a submissive little whitey bitch and you’re one his Asian superiors. He’s here because he’s pretty, like a piece of interactive art. Something to be touched and played with by men like us, so you can touch him all you want,” Alex said, putting me swiftly back in my place and changing instantly my view of Yuto as a submissive slut to serve my Master to a man I was expected to respect. I was almost starting to wonder if that meant he would let Yuto use me sexually (which admittedly created feelings of excitement and lust mixed with worry that I wasn’t as special to him as I thought) before Alex added, “But he’s also my boyfriend and, sexually, he’s exclusively mine. You don’t put anything in his mouth or pussy and he doesn’t touch your dick or hole. For now, he doesn’t touch you at all.”

Yuto turned from gazing at Alex with a docile, submissive expression to looking at me with a cocky, arrogant smirk. That look in his face gave me butterflies. Nothing as powerful as when Alex was dominating me, but still enough to get me excited and nervous.

“So I guess I can’t make him kiss me while I’m serving you?” Yuto asked without looking away from me, an almost-whiney disappointment clear in his voice.

To my surprise, Alex seemed to contemplate that for a minute. A small flicker of hope sparked somewhere inside me at the possibility that I might get the chance to kiss this god, lesser to Alex as he was. To me, kissing him didn’t have to be sexual on my end. It could just be exciting submission.

“I’ll think about it,” was Alex’s simple reply. And with that, Alex increased his grip on Yuto’s hard cock and, as he turned toward the rest of the apartment and started walking, took hold of Armando’s locked one.

“Follow us, Jackson,” he ordered.

“Yes, Master.”

We walked into the bedroom to find a bottle of lube on the nightstand on my side of the bed. 

“I’m going to go pour myself a drink,” Alex said once we got inside. “You can get… acquainted with Jackson while I’m away. But Houseboy has permission to report on you if you do anything you’re not allowed to. Breaking those rules I gave you would mean you never see or hear from me again.”

With that, Alex turned and left the bedroom.

“Jackson,” Yuto said confidently.

I looked right at him

“Yes, sir?”

He didn’t say anything but just smirked and walked toward me, wordlessly grabbing my locked dicklet in his hand. I kept my hands at my side, palms against my thighs as I watched Yuto lick his lips. He bounced it up and down for a few minutes, seeming to weigh my helpless package. I was so incredibly, indescribably aroused at this point, but I did my best to keep my expression blank and meek.

“I bet this was a nice size cock before it was locked away,” he said, locking eyes with me. He wore a mocking smile on his face as he started rapidly squeezing my balls, not hard but firmly.

I don’t know where my response came from, just that it felt right as I thoughtlessly said it.

“What it was before doesn’t matter,” I told him mildly. “Master has no use for it, so big or small it’s useless to me, too.”

Yuto snorted at that as he raised his other hand up to tweak one of my nipples. That caused my composure to finally break as I lost my rigidly perfect posture and whimpered softly.

“A shame I’m not gonna get to use you,” Yuto said. I couldn’t tell him, but looking at this magnificent example of a man, I agreed. Sharing that feeling made me a little guilty for a second, but I remembered that Alex had said it was OK for me to lust after this man. 

“A slut toy like you is meant to be used and shared,” Yuto said, releasing my locked dicklet and bringing that hand up to pet my hair. “So youthful and energetic and submissive. A whore at heart.”

That made me swoon. Fuck. My eyes still fixed on Yuto’s gorgeous face, I was mentally picturing myself on my hands and knees, Alex fucking my ass- I mean, my pussy, and Yuto stretching out my throat with his cock. But I knew that wouldn’t happen. Lusting after Yuto was allowed, but acting on that lust was not. As if such a thing were even possible.

“But your master says you’re just his,” Yuto said, an exaggerated pout on his face. “It’s too bad.”

He walked around behind me now and wrapped his left arm around my chest while his right hand stroked my ass. I felt his cock between my thighs, pressed against my right leg, bounce a little. He slowly moved his caressing right hand to my crack, then slipped his middle finger in and gently passed it over my hole. He was careful not to put any pressure so as to avoid even the slightest hint of penetration, then stepped away and gave me an appraising look seconds before Alex walked back into the room.

My Master was carrying a glass of Scotch and smiling at the sight in front of him. Three naked subs, two his cock-locked permanent slaves and one his occasional plaything from work. 

“Knees,” he said, pointing at Yuto with his left hand. I took in the scene in the dimly lit room. Armando was standing in his typical waiting position on the far side of the bed as Yuto dipped his head in a half bow and dropped to his knees. 

Alex walked up to him and I knew what was next.

“Suck,” he said simply.

Yuto reached up and undid our Master’s belt, then his pants, and fished out the glorious cock. Less than a second after it was freed from Master’s pants, it was in Yuto’s mouth.

“Choke yourself on it,” Alex ordered.

Yuto obeyed thoughtlessly, bottoming out and holding Alex’s cock in his throat.

God fucking damn it, this is hot, I thought almost reluctantly.

Alex switched his drink over to his left hand and reached down with his right, petting the submissive Asian. Yuto was sucking my Master casually while I watched from the sidelines, my hands at my side and yearning to be the one on my knees in front of Alex.

After a few minutes, though, Alex told Yuto to stop and that he could play with Armando. This got a giant grin from the Latino slave and a mischivous smile from the switch Asian stud, who thanked Alex then walked immediately toward Armando and shoved him onto the bed, jumping on top of him and starting to kiss the houseboy.

Focusing on the scene playing out in front of me, I almost didn’t notice Alex walking up around behind me, drink still in hand. Without a word he reached his free hand around and started tweaking my nipples as I watched Yuto begin licking Armando’s tits.

“Didn’t I tell you? I knew you’d enjoy this,” Alex said as he kept teasing my nipples.

“Yes, Master,” I said, almost breathlessly. My knees were feeling weak.

“Do you wish you were the one being played with?” Alex asked. “You can be honest. Should be honest. There’s no wrong answer.”

I thought for a moment, but I didn’t hear any hint of a trick in my Master’s voice. What I did hear was Armando’s moans as Yuto kept ministering to his nipples.

“Yes, Master,” I again managed to get out of my seemingly empty lungs.

Alex chuckled at that and kept wordlessly playing with my nipples for a minute as Yuto sat up on his knees and knee-walked on the bed to put his impossibly hard cock right in Armando’s mouth. The moaning from the Latino slave was joined by his gagging and sharp grunts from Yuto.

I almost didn’t hear Alex’s order to “not move an inch, no matter what,” I was so focused on the slave getting his throat fucked.

My attention was immediately back to Alex when I saw his hand coming around, the large rock of ice from his drink in his hand. My whole body went into shock as he touched it lightly to the same nipple he’d been pinching and twisting. I let out a sharp, loud gasp and my Master chuckled.

My body was painfully stiff as he drew light circles around my already-sensitive nipples and I continued watching Yuto face-fuck Armando. When he removed the ice from my body and dropped it back in his drink, I felt immediate relief flood through my body.

“Let’s go get a closer look,” Alex said. It sounded like a suggestion, but I knew it wasn’t. 

When we reached the bed, Alex shoved me down onto it then got on the mattress on his knees and grabbed ahold of my hair, pulling me with in and putting my face inches away from Armando’s and the cock that was still drilling in and out.

I could feel the heat of the face and cock radiating from the pair, and a few drops of spit flew off Yuto’s cock onto my skin as Alex held my face about an inch from the action. My eyes were locked and I was panting as Alex tightened his grip on my hair and moved his free hand to keep tweaking the same nipple. 

Even though the cock of our guest master was drilling in and out of Armando’s mouth, I could see the veins and little characteristics on the gorgeous uncut dick. I moaned when his cock finally popped out of the Latino and flung spit and probably a little precum onto my face. Armando was gasping for air, tears streaming from his eyes because of the brutal nature of the throat fucking.

“Kiss Houseboy,” Alex ordered as Yuto eagerly moved down and threw the Latino’s legs over his shoulders.

I did as I was told without hesitation and could taste just a hint of something new. Yuto, I imagined.

Alex, just as quickly as he’d allowed me to dive down and begin making out with Armando, tightened his grip on my hair and pulled up, bringing me to rest on my knees with my face inches from his. 

“You taste your superior in his mouth?” Alex asked.

Before I could answer, Yuto lined his cock up and drove it all the way, hard and fast, into Armando’s hole.

“Yes, Master,” I said in what amounted to little more than a whisper.

“Good,” Alex said with a sweet smile, bringing his free hand up to squeeze my cheeks before spitting on my face. “Go back to your spot and watch.”

I obeyed wordlessly as Alex dismounted the bed and began stripping. Armando was crying out, not yet in pleasure but in pain from the abusive fucking Yuto was giving him. By the time I got back to my spot, my caged dick leaking a steady stream of precum, Alex was fully naked and knee walking toward Armando.

I watched as he spat on Armando’s face this time, then put his cock in the slave’s open, crying mouth. While obviously in pain, Armando began worshiping Alex’s cock with the devotion I’d learned to expect from the slave, the same devotion I myself felt.

The lust and horniness racing through my body was almost painful, and it became suddenly mixed with jealousy as I realized I would love to be the one being spitroasted in missionary on the bed. I found myself hoping as Houseboy’s grunts of pain turned to moans of ecstasy that Alex would one day decide to share me, too, with Yuto.

This went on for a while, at one point Yuto flipping Armando into doggy and Alex continuing to spitroast the gagging and moaning bottom.

“My fuckin’ slut’s in heaven,” Yuto said, getting a chuckle from Alex. 

“It’s a proud whore,” Alex said, pulling his cock out of his slave’s mouth and letting the moans and whining go at full volume. 

“And so are you, bitch,” he added, standing and walking to stand over Armando’s body. He grabbed Yuto by the hair, as he’d done me, and shoved his cock into the waiting twunk’s mouth. 

For some reason, I almost felt like cheering as Alex began hammering the back of Yuto’s throat with his cock, the vers switch guest not slowing down a beat in his fucking of Armando.

I felt like my whole body was aching now in wanting. I kept my hands at my side, feeling that the most submissive thing to do, and kept my eyes locked on the action. But I was suffering in my lust and desire to be involved. My locked up dick hadn’t stopped leaking and there was now a pool of the stuff growing on the hardwood floor. 

“On your back, Yuto,” Alex said, simultaneously drawing himself out of the twunk’s mouth.

Yuto, without hesitation, yanked his cock out of Armando’s pussy and shoved the Latino out of the way to lie on his back. Alex, without fanfare, spat on his dick, rubbed the saliva around, then pushed into Yuto as ruthlessly as the vers Asian switch had done to the houseboy.

“Suck,” Alex ordered to Armando who, though tired, moved instantly to obey, putting Yuto’s duck all the way down his throat. 

Alex kicked it into gear, reaching over Armando’s head to grab Yuto by the throat, cutting off his moans and grunts and groans and he rapidly hammered his occasional sub’s ass.

“Fuckin’ tight pussy,” Alex grunted.

Yuto was writhing in what I assumed was intense pleasure, grabbing fistfulls of the sheets.

“Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” he choked out. “Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

It wasn’t long before Yuto called out the warning that he was almost there.

“Oh fuck,” he managed to squeeze out through Alex’s choking. “Oh fuck. Cumming. Cumming.”

Armando sped up his oral work and in seconds Yuto was convulsing with his cock in the slave’s mouth and our Master’s cock in his ass. He let out breathy moans and I could see Armando struggling to keep up as he swallowed every drop of cum from Yuto’s cock.

When Yuto was done cumming, Alex grabbed Armando’s hair and pulled him off and away before bending the bottom in half and continuing to drive thrust after thrust into the slutty sub.

While he was still seemingly enjoying the fucking, Yuto also looked uncomfortable now that he’d already cummed. Alex took notice.

“Just ‘cause you’ve already let yourself cum down my slave’s throat doesn’t mean you’re done working, bitch,” Alex growled, smacking Yuto a couple times on the bottom’s right cheek. 

I felt myself filling with pride, seeing my Master take such brutal ownership over the sub. My knees were weak now and the pain in my balls caused by the need to get hard and cum, made impossible by the cage, was in my lower gut now, too. But that didn’t matter. Alex was fucking Yuto into his place.

It was over all too soon and yet not soon enough. I wanted to keep watching it go on, but there was a chance I would go insane with all the hormones and desire and need I was feeling because of the show.

Alex picked up the pace suddenly and I saw in the dim light that his balls were drawing in tight.

“Gonna breed this hole again, slut,” Alex grunt as he kept fucking faster and faster. “Take my cum. I own this hole. I own all of this.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Yuto whined. “I need your cum, Sir. I need your ownership, Sir.”

Then he grunted, pushed all the way in and his whole body went tense. His breathing labored, he collapsed onto Yuto and began kissing the sub.

“You’re always such a good fuck,” he whispered. “You’re staying the night. Maybe the whole weekend.”

I got nervous at that information. What would that mean for me.

I stayed where I was, somehow sensing that this wasn’t done yet. And I was right. After about 10 minutes, my body calming down enough that I wasn’t uncomfortable (though, for some reason, pleasantly uncomfortable) when Alex popped his cock out of Yuto’s hole and let the submissive’s whole body collapse back down to lie flat on the bed.

He didn’t say anything as he stood up next to the bed and pulled Yuto to the edge. The submissive guest was obviously exhausted, probably at this point half asleep, but Alex didn’t care. He used his left hand to open the Asian twunk’s mouth and wordlessly slipped his dick in.

He held his cock about halfway in the willing, submissive mouth for about 30 seconds, then started slowly moving in and out.

“You ready?” he asked, not actually expecting a response, I’m sure. I was starting to get that frustrated lustful feeling again. “Cause here it comes.”

Alex rapidly picked up his pace and before long was slapping his balls on his guest’s face, shoving his cock all the way in.

This time it didn’t take long. Alex fucked Yuto’s mouth for a few minutes, then pulled out and started pumping with his hand.

“Mouth open, you’re gonna swallow.”

Yuto obeyed, his eyes only half open, and Alex put the head of his cock right at the entrance to his mouth. As soon as Yuto’s tongue shot out to lick the head, Alex began firing shot after shot of cum into his mouth.

This time, Alex remained steady and just watched as Yuto swallowed.

“Every slut looks better with cum in his mouth,” Alex said. “Now swallow it.”

When Yuto was done consuming all of Alex’s cum, the dominant man looked over at me.

“Houseboy, go into the sex room storage and get some things out,” he ordered without looking away from me with a soft, friendly smile on his face. “The soft black rope, two metal butt plugs, the heavy ones, a blindfold, one unmarked collar and leash, one set of bed restraints and one extra padlock, small.”

Somehow I felt I should have known one of the rooms I hadn’t been in yet would be one designed especially for sex, but I was still surprised I hadn’t seen it yet.

Houseboy did as ordered and handed me half of the items when he got back, Alex took the collar from me, fastened it around Yuto’s neck and secured it with the , then took the padlock from Armando and wrapped the chain leash around the bedpost and locked it in place with. He set the keys to the padlocks on his side of the bed.

He took one of the heavy, metal butt plugs from Armando and easily popped it into Yuto’s hole. Then he moved to me.

He told me how to stand as he took the rope from Armando and handed everything I was holding to his houseboy. Then he started tying me up. Every motion was artful and seductive. His hands touched my body gently and teased me. The rope bound my wrists together, warped around my locked cock, traced patterns and knots all over, eventually tying up my ankles and loosely connecting them to my wrists.

“How do you feel?” Alex asked when he was done, lifting my chin up to look him in the eyes and using his other hand to help me keep steady.

“I feel… good, but weird, Master,” I told him honestly. 

He smiled and nodded, then picked me up and laid me down horizontally at the foot of the bed. He took the blindfold from Armando and put it carefully over my eyes, then put a butt plug right at the entrance to my hole.

He moved it up and down, causing me to breathe out little moans, and I could feel my pussy puckering, begging for the heavy, shiny metal.

“Just kidding,” Alex whispered in my ear. “I don’t want anything to accidentally bring you to an orgasm. Your little pussy is probably too sensitive for this right now.

He left me, then seconds later was back with restraints to connect the ropes he’d bound me in to the bed. It was uncomfortable, there was no denying it. I was waiting for the hot or sexy or rewarding part, something about how it makes Alex happy to see me like this, to make this more bearable.

“This is one of my unfulfilled fantasies, baby,” Alex said softly, caressing my ass and petting my head. And there it was. I was filled with endorphins and dopamine at the thought of Alex fulfilling a fantasy with me.  “I don’t know why I’ve never done it before, but this is the first time. You’ll sleep here tonight. I might bind you up and put you in the floor of my closet for tomorrow night.”

That worried me. The carpet in the walk-in closet was soft, but it would still irritate my skin. 

“You’re not to make a single sound tonight except to respond to me,” Alex told me. “Understand?”

“Yes, Master,” I answered. And with that, Alex moved away and I felt him getting into the bed.

“Don’t I have a gorgeous boyfriend?” Alex asked.

“Yes, Sir, you do,” Yuto answered.

“He’s so submissive, just naturally,” Alex said about me. “I haven’t even had to train him that much. It’s just his nature. He’s a good boyfriend. A great slave.”

“I’m glad you found him, Sir,” Yuto said.

That got a chuckle from Alex, and then I heard him start to kiss Yuto. They made out, I imagined, for about 20 minutes, then settled in and became quiet. I heard both of their breathing slow, then felt them shift slightly now and again as I tried to fall asleep too.

A part of me wished I wasn’t tied up because of the discomfort. Part of me was jealous of the attention Yuto was getting from Alex. Part of me was practically suffering because of the lust and unattended horniness. But the biggest part of me was proud. I made my Master happy. He bragged about how good I was, how submissive I was, to his friend and occasional submissive. When I did fall asleep, it was with a feeling of peace.

I was a good boyfriend. I was an obedient submissive. I was a great slave.