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From Chapter 21
I moved my head a little to lick a nipple through his shirt in response, and he tightened his grip on my body just slightly as I felt his cock swell then pulse inside me, unloading his cum.
”I’m sorry I was disrespectful,” I whispered, a hint of genuine shame in my voice. Then, without shame but just as softly, I said, “I love you, Alex.”
He softly petted my head as he responded.
“You’re forgiven. That’s what the punishment room is for. Correcting and forgiving. But no matter what happens, Jackson, I need you to never forget: I love you, too, baby.”
Chapter 22
It took a few days for me to fully recover from the punishment. Alex served me breakfast in bed, applied healing salves to my abused body and generally cared for me that whole time. Then, for about two and a half months,, life found a steady rhythm. We slowed down the Onlyfans content and aside from a video where Yuto made love to me again, it was all with Alex and occasionally Armando.
For that last half-month, Alex had Armando teach me how to clean the condo the way he liked it done — a big change from being just a sex slave and one I didn’t particularly enjoy but did to the best of my ability, nonetheless. He also had the houseboy show me how to clean everything in the punishment room and every one of the toys and gear in Alex’s impressive collection.
It was one lazy Saturday in the late morning that Alex took me out for a drive, telling me nothing about where we were going. We went about 20 minutes before he pulled up to a gated driveway and punched in an eight-digit code to the keypad next to the gate.
I gave Alex an inquizitive look as he drove in and started down the driveway, but he just smirked when he saw me.
“Go ahead and get in your uniform,” he told me, playful but still an order.
I felt some anxiety at the unknown but quickly stripped nonetheless. I’d learned my lesson about disobedience, even in response to an instinct of self preservation — at least for the time being. We drove for about a minute down a driveway lined with trees with branches that arched over the pavement until I saw a large, three story house. It was sleek and modern, mostly concrete and floor-to-ceiling windows with an attached four-car garage, wraparound porch, a terrace and one balcony on the front side.
Alex pulled up to the garage and parked outside the closed door then looked at me with an excited smile. His expression was so out of place on him, like a teen who was about to share that he just got Stray Kids tickets for himself and his friends. God, I thought to myself, Alex has me so obsessed with Asian men now that even my analogies are Asian-focused.
“Welcome home,” he told me.
I looked at him confused, so he continued.
“I had this place custom built,” he told me.
My eyes widened and his smile expanded with them.
“You’re gonna love it,” he told me. “It’s got a massive pool in the back, two new playrooms with different themes that I had stocked stocked with fresh toys and sex furniture, a brand new punishment room—” I cringed at that but he continued unphased, “— six guest bedrooms, an office, a media room, a huge master suite, a studio for filming your pornos and I even put in an intercom system that’ll allow me to summon my slaves whenever I want. You’ll sleep in my bed, of course, and I’ve got another room that I made into slave quarters with basically capsule bunks for up to six slaves. That’s where I’ll keep houseboy and any other inferiors I add to my slave collection.”
Alex reached over and grabbed my caged nub to play with as he continued.
“The slave capsules are cool,” he said. “Basically, I’ll put all my other slaves away at the end of the day and the door on the capsule will lock until it’s time for them get up and make the most of another day in my service.”
I stared at him in awe.
“How long have you been building this?” I asked him.
Alex stopped playing with the my caged dick and balls and unbuckled himself from the seat as he answered.
“It’s been about a year and a half,” Alex said. “I made some changes after I enslaved you, and a few more after I started pimping you out on OnlyFans, so those added a delay or two but they were worth it.”
He opened the door, stepped out and came around to let me out of the car. Taking me by the hand, he led me toward the massive mahogany double front doors. I tried to get a look inside as we walked up but all the floor-to-ceiling windows had curtains drawn. He paused in front of the doors and turned to me, taking me by the shoulders to stand in front of him.
I looked up at Alex, his perfectly smooth and flawless skin and intoxicating eyes and ever-so-pouty lips, and felt as if I were falling in love with him all over again. He held eye contact with me and rubbed his right hand up and down my left shoulder and bicep.
“For the rest of the day, you won’t be calling me sir or master of goshujinsama,” Alex told me. “You’ll still be naked, you’ll still be caged and you’ll still obey me, but today we’re celebrating the next chapter in our lives together and I want us to do it as boyfriend before we do it as Master and iteki slave.”
“Yes, si-,” I started but stopped myself. “OK, babe.”
The word felt funny leaving my mouth instead of some honorific title. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck and Alex slid his own hands down to hold my slim waist.
“I can’t wait to see our new home,” I told him with a genuine smile growing slowly larger.
Alex gave me a quick tour. The whole place was open concept. Each floor had a lounge with TVs at least 75 inches and gaming consoles and full bars. The kitchen was large enough and stocked with adequate equipment for catering. The playroom on the first floor was like a dark room, with one set of red overhead lights for play and another of regular bulbs for cleaning. The dining room had a table set for 10 that could be expanded into one that sat 20. Two of the guest bedrooms were on this floor, too.
The media room had a theater screen in front of wide, plush, reclining black leather seats for 20, set up like a real movie theater. Alex showed me a set of switches on one of the side walls that lowered any or all of three sex slings in the front of the room, offset so the screen was still visible.
“Oh my god,” I said as they lowered from the ceiling by chains and I grabbed Alex around the waist to hold my naked body tight to his fully clothed one, my voice making no effort to hide how ecstatic I was. “It’d be so hot to have some of your Asian friends over and, like, watch some of our porn while you fuck me live in a sling. And you could put other slaves in the other slings for your friends to use if they want.”
Alex smirked at me before saying he was thinking the same thing. He walked over to one of the chairs and lifted up an armrest to show a compartment holding a bottle of anal lube, poppers and a pair of handcuffs with keys in the lock. The room would be used for regular movies as well as playtime, and the leather seats and hardwood floors would be easy to clean.
Out the back door I found a large courtyard with a khoi pond, grill, outdoor dining area and outdoor lounge.
“The whole property is private,” Alex said. “I picked this spot because of all the trees, that can offer privacy and then I had a privacy wall built along the property line. Which means you don’t have to wear clothes outside. Or, I guess to be more blunt, you won’t be wearing clothes outside.”
That elicited a drool of precum from my locked nub.
Past the courtyard and in the backyard, Alex showed a huge gazebo with a queen bed in the middle.
“The mattress will be sealed in an airtight bag when we’re not using it,” Alex told me as he caressed my naked back down to my ass. “I had Houseboy sneak over here before we woke up to set it up and get it made so you could see. But be ready, because the first time we get a real rainstorm I’m gonna fuck you out here.”
That sounded so fuckin romantic.
We went back inside and Alex led me down to a fully finished basement. I felt my knees weaken a little when we turned into one of two rooms, this one on the left, and found the punishment room.
“I know my baby boy doesn’t wanna spend too much time in here, so the highlights are that I’ve got some new equipment and new furniture and then pretty much copies of everything else in the apartment,” Alex told me before quickly ushering me out of the room and closing the door behind us.
The other room was the slave quarters. Along one wall were the six capsules he’d talked about putting his slaves in, all the doors open and showing surprisingly spacious and comfortable looking full-sized beds. The ceilings of the capsules were a bit low, but I got the feeling Alex got a small sadistic kick at the idea of inducing just a hint of claustrophobia in his slaves.
In the middle of the room there was a basic but nice lounge area for the slaves when they weren’t working (which, Alex said, would be rare given the size of the house and its cleaning and maintenance needs) that included a chaise section, two plush armchairs, a coffee table and a 45-inch TV. The wall opposite the slave beds was a kitchenette where slaves would prepare their own meals after serving dinner for their master, and the back wall was lined with six small, individual bathrooms with a vanity, toilet and standing shower.
Up to the second floor, Alex showed how the house was divided into two wings. To the left was a home gym with a handful of cardio and weight machines and free weights (though he said we would still be making regular trips to the regular gym), a steam sauna, a dry sauna and showers.
In the other wing there were the other four of the six guest bedrooms, each with a twin bed-sized slave capsule so well disguised in the walls of each rooms closet that you would never suspect anything was there unless you knew.
“I want my friends to be able to bring their own sluts with them to visit, if they want,” Alex told me.
The bedrooms had king beds, 65-inch TVs and all the necessary hardware to hook up something like a sling or ropes to suspend a slaveboy, along with en suite bathrooms. The guest wing also had a large shower, easily spacious enough to comfortably accommodate 12 people, with rain the entire ceiling turned into one large rain showerhead.
The top floor was the master suite.
“Not a primary suite,” Alex emphasized. “I am the Master, the slaveowner of this house, and this is my Master suite.”
The whole floor was open concept. There was a bedroom area on a platform behind frosted glass panels with six inch gaps between the glass panes, a lounge in a lowered part of the floor, a gaming area, a smaller, Asian-themed playroom (though it, too, was only enclosed by frosted glass panels with six inch gaps between each pane of glass, so not much of a room), a reading space, an office space and plenty of open areas for relaxation.
“What do you think?” Alex asked me after the tour was over.
I was in awe.
“It’s amazing,” I managed softly before amending my statement with my full excitement showing through my voice. “It’s unbelievable. Like, wow. You can’t even call this a dream home ‘cause I don’t think most people could even dream of living in a place like this.”
Alex’s smile showed a hint of relief. It was a reminder that while Alex is my dominant, racially superior master and owner, he’s still a man who fell in love and wants his partner’s approval. And while that kind of vulnerability may turn off some subs to the idea of submitting to a man, it only made me love and respect him more deeply.
“Now, I think it’s time we christened the new bedroom.”
Alex took me by the hand again and led me slowly toward the bedroom. He pulled out his phone as we walked, opened an app and tapped a button that immediately opened all the curtains in the house. The view was breathtaking — green and trees as far as I could see. Then he hit another button and the tint on all the windows darkened just slightly, creating a type of mood lighting. It was mid-day but looked closer to sunset through the windows.
I couldn’t help but think as we walked up the two steps to the raised bedroom that this place must have cost two or three fortunes.
When we got to the bed, Alex turned me toward him and pulled me close. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and he wrapped his just under my armpits. When he leaned in to kiss I met him, our soft lips joining and dancing in a sloppy kiss. When he was ready to move to the low-sitting bed, Alex picked me up and carried me there before lowering me to sit on the mattress. My hands immediately went to exploring his clothed body, feeling up all those muscles I knew so well I could practically draw a topographical map of him.
Without a word he nudged one of my hands toward his crotch and I got the message. Sensually as I could, I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his slacks and pulled down the zipper. He was wearing neon pink designer briefs that could barely contain his Asian monster cock. I went right to it with my hand, caressing through the fabric of his underwear until I saw precum darkening a small spot.
When I pulled his briefs down it was like instinct took over. I didn’t think a single thought as I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his cock. Sucking, I reveled in how much I loved pleasuring the cock of the man who’d locked my dick away, denying me the chance to ever experience the same sensations I worked so hard to give him.
I knew it was cruel, really, for him to demand I give him the sexual pleasure he has decided I will never know. But as I slipped my tongue under his foreskin and circled his cockhead I also knew that the sadistic enjoyment he got out of the knowledge that I would never fully understand what it was he loved so much about head was an important part of the cocktail of things that made him uniquely Alex. Made him uniquely the love of my life.
Alex didn’t at any point try to take control. One of his hands found its way to the top of my head, but all he did was gently scratch me there to send shivers through my body.
“Damn, baby,” Alex half-moaned. “You’re such a talented cocksucker.”
That made me smile, at least as much as I could while slowly bobbing my head up and down on his cock to make it press against the back of my throat. I loved everything about this cock. It was the perfect size to stretch out my throat and ravage my boypussy. Even with a little musk, it always tasted fresh and delicious. It was almost impossibly hard and felt silky on my lips and tongue. I used that tongue to trace the veins, tease the head and massage the shaft as I worked it over.
Alex let me suck him for a good 15 or 20 minutes before pulling out of my mouth and gesturing for me to pull his pants and briefs off. Crouching down to kiss me, my beautiful Asian boyfriend moved my hands to the shirt button second third from the top, the highest one he’d fastened, and I slowly undressed them as his tongue invaded and explored my mouth.
When the shirt was off, Alex maneuvered us to the center of the bed and up against the headboard without breaking the kiss. I was under him when we were positioned and Alex grabbed ahold of my legs behind the knees and slowly pulled them back until they were resting on his shoulders, the two of us still locked in a passionate kiss. He took his time before moving his lips across one cheek and down to my neck, where he licked, kissed, sucked and bit me while I squired, whined and moaned.
When he got to my nipples he began caressing my ribs while he nibbles and flicked each tit with his tongue. He licked the ridges of my quickly-developing abs before moving down to my smooth, shaved pubes. When he got to my balls I was practically crying in pleasure. My locked nub had a non-stop flow of pre leaking from the tip, which he licked up. The sensation of his tongue on my dick head through the cage was electrifying, making me arch my back and clinch the comforter on the top of the bed in my fists.
My ass was treated as a feast. Alex could have been down there for 30 minutes or an hour and a half, I couldn’t tell the difference as I slipped into a sex-crazed state that eradicated all sense of time. I wasn’t laying still for a single second of it, squirming and convulsing and thrashing in ecstasy as he devoured my slaveboy pussy.
A pump bottle of lube discretely hidden in the top of the headboard made it easy for Alex to ready his cock when he was ready to start fucking me. He sat up on his knees, my legs still resting over his shoulders, and reached for it. He applied it conservatively to his cock and then to my hole, the perfect amount to make his cock slick enough that he could fit it inside me but keep the friction to a level we would both enjoy.
When his cock was lined up with my entrance, Alex slouched forward about halfway and stared into my eyes. My heart was beating through my chest and my breath was ragged. No matter how many times Alex fucks me, each time feels as novel and thrilling as the first. I let out a sigh of relief when he started applying pressure. I relished the feeling of the head pushing through my pussy ring and threw my hands up behind his neck.
“Jackson,” Alex said filled with passion as he pushed into me, centimeter by blissful centimeter. “Oh, god, Jackson. I love you so much.”
His words, his face, his body, his cock invading my insides, it all took my breath away and I felt a little lightheaded.
“I love you, too, Alex,” I managed to moan as he reached down and caressed my swollen balls that so desperately longed for release and reminded me of my place. “You’re the love of my fuckin’ life, babe. Life couldn’t possibly be this good without you.”
He slipped a hand between my head and the pillow as he bottomed out inside me and then started a slow, sensual fuck. Each brush of his cock against my prostate sent its fluid rushing out of me. Alex groaned when he saw it and began scooping it up and feeding it to me.
He fucked me slowly in missionary until I warned him I was close to cumming and wouldn’t be able to stop myself if he kept going. When he heard those words he picked up the pace to jackhammering my ass. I felt my climax nearing the point of no return as I moaned and babbled incoherently. When it finally happened, the first bit of cum actually shot out of my chaged nub with such force it hit both Alex’s face and my own before the rest of my load came out in small spurts and a constant leak.
Alex didn’t slow down after bringing me to orgasm. The continued assault on my insides kept me at my climax longer than usual, staring up at his determined face while the hand that was fondling my balls before my orgasm now scooped up my load and spread it all over my face. It was warm and thick and felt amazing.
I could tell he was getting close because, as always, his thrusts became increasingly irregular and his breathing more ragged.
“I’m gonna breed you, baby,” Alex grunted. “Gonna put half my load in my boyfriend’s cunt and half on his face.”
And that’s just what he did. Alex slammed his cock into me and I felt it twitch three times before he yanked it out and pulled my head up so my face and wide open mouth could receive the remaining four volleys. I savored the shots of his load I got in my mouth, enjoying the sweetness, saltiness and slight acidity before swallowing.
Spent, Alex collapsed next to me on the bed and pulled me to him so my head rested on his firm, meaty pec. I closed my eyes in exhaustion and listened to the rapid thumping of his heart as his chest rose and fell in labored breaths. He whispered, asking me to try to keep his load in my hole but not commanding it.
We laid there like that for more than an hour before Alex got us up, put a plug in my pussy to protect his cum from leaking out and ushered me to the large shower in the master bathroom, where we washed each other's bodies and made out.
Alex dressed in a tee and sweats before going back down to the first floor, where we found Armando preparing dinner. My stomach growled, reminding me I hadn’t eaten, as Alex sat on the couch and pulled my naked ass down to rest on his sweats-covered thighs and turned on the TV.
Dinner was a delicious hotpot and after eating we went to the theater and watched a Japanese movie about a guy in the Yakuza. As the night grew dark, Alex said he wanted to go out but that seeing his boyfriend nude and caged walking around “our new house” (it was immensely significant to me that he called it ‘our’ new house) had him too horny to leave.
So I reached into his sweats and pulled out his cock, fucking my own face on it until he fed me another amazing load.
When we got to the clubs a couple hours later, dressed in our Saturday best, Alex led me everywhere with either an arm over my shoulder or my hand held in his. Together we danced, drank and eyed the men. When Alex caught me staring at an Asian guy, about my height with an average, twinky build, he surprised me.
“Baby boy saw a man he likes, huh? Wanna take him to the car?” Alex asked. “If you want him, we can go play in the back seat together.”
I beamed at him and less than 5 minutes later we were climbing into the back seat of the Range Rover and Alex was guiding my mouth to the Asian stranger’s. As we kissed, Alex had both of us stroke his cock together.
“Before you undress Jackson you should probably know he’s got a chastity cage on,” Alex told the cute twink. “My boyfriend is also my sub.”
The twink was more intrigued than anything — a reaction I think Alex was hoping for since he seemed eager to get to the action — and started groping at my caged dick through my jeans. It had been made clear when Alex went to pick him up that I was a total bottom, so the guy hadn’t even bothered to touch me there. I, on the other hand, had started feeling up this stranger’s cock the moment he came over to me with Alex and greeted me with a deep, passionate kiss that I assumed Alex must have encouraged. It was a solid 6.5 inches with moderate girth and, I could tell by the way it moved under the fabric, uncut.
Now that he knew I was caged, the guy couldn’t stop groping me there as he roughly pulled my jeans and briefs off in one swift motion. The three of us worked awkwardly to get my pants fully off, then my shirt was lifted over my head by our shared hookup.
The guy, whose name I didn’t know, immediately started fonding my balls with one hand and seemed physically incapable of stopping as we continued swapping saliva. Alex quietly undressed himself as I worked the twink’s shorts and tee off his body. He was going commando, so his sexy cock was on full display. I looked to Alex for permission to grab it but my boyfriend just smiled and shrugged as if saying, ‘Have fun, do your thing.’
So I grabbed it and began stroking, intentional about how the foreskin moved over the head. Alex decided to join in again and pulled the twink’s face away from mine so they could lock lips themselves. While they kissed I managed to squeeze myself down to the floorboard between the twink’s wide spread legs and started kissing his balls as I kept stroking. He moaned and reached down to pet the top of my head but didn’t open his eyes or break away from the kiss with Alex, even when I replaced my hand on his shaft with my throat, eliciting grunts and moans muffled by Alex’s mouth.
Instead it was Alex who broke the kiss.
“You only top or are you vers?” he asked the guy.
Verse, he told Alex.
“Wanna fuck my boyfriend while I fuck you?”
It didn’t take long to get the guy’s cock and my hole lubed after the plug was removed from my ass, then the same to Alex’s. I was in doggy, facing out the window where I could see the crowd of gay men moving along the streets, just far away enough that they couldn’t see us — though I found myself inexplicably hoping someone would see and would stop to watch.
“You weren’t kidding about sloppy seconds,” the guy said with a laugh, apparently referring to something they’d talked about when Alex was picking him up. “Your boyfriend’s hole is full of cum.”
It didn’t dissuade the guy, though, who put his raw cock to my hole and quickly but gently penetrated me. I realized this was the first time for a few things, being the one to give consent on my behalf, getting fucked by a guy I don’t know and having my pussy filled by someone who Alex didn’t know himself. I was thankful Alex put me on PrEP when he started letting other Asian Men fuck me because it meant I could take this new cock raw.
My hole was already a little loose from being fucked and then plugged, so he had no trouble gaining entry.
“Fuck, he’s so warm and silky in here,” the guy said as he bottomed out.
I felt his body tense and he leaned down over me as Alex worked his own cock into the twink. When everyone was adjusted, Alex let the stranger take the lead and set the pace. The twink began rocking back and forth slowly, pulling almost off Alex’s cock as he drove his own into me, then doing the reverse as he pulled back. I looked behind me to find the guy’s eyes glued me. Our gazes met and locked until Alex leaned forward and turned his head so they could kiss. A few minutes into the fuck, the guy reached down and pulled me up, too, and the three of us all made out with each other.
The guy yanked his cock out of my ass and pulled himself off Alex abruptly when he got close, cutting off his impending orgasm to edge himself. I turned around and bathed his balls with my tongue when he seemed to be calming down.
“Um, Jackson,” the guy asked, suddenly sounding kinda shy. “Can I fuck you in missionary and play with your dick?”
I looked up at him from my place lapping at his balls and smiled before quickly and wordlessly repositioning myself on my back and pulling my legs back. The guy gasped when he saw that the cage was jutting out from my body slightly as my locked nub tried pathetically to get hard. He reached out and tentatively grazed the shaft at the root, behind the base ring, the only place I had any ability to get hard.
He’d been handling it like a fidget toy when I was still mostly soft (I’d been noticing my dick trying less and less frequently and enthusiastically to get hard in recent weeks) but now that it was protesting its confines he was a little timid.
After a minute or two of gently touching me he absentmindedly and messily lined his cock back up with my cum loaded cunt and started pushing back in. The deeper he went inside me the bolder he got and before long he was fondling it again with the same energy as he had at the start.
Looking up, I saw the guy’s face painted with an expression of awe and, right behind him, Alex looking down on us with a lusty smile. I was over the moon as my eyes switched back and forth between this handsome, 21- or 22-year-old Asian man and my perfect Asian Master. The pre was coming out of me as a river while the stranger refound his pace.
Once back to full-force fucking, the guy grabbed my balls and gave them a light but painful squeeze. He scooped up some of my pre and fed it to himself, then offered some to Alex who accepted before giving me a dose of my own fluids. When he leaned down to kiss me, Alex again lined his cock up with the guy’s hole and plunged in. The twink moaned into my mouth, squeezed my balls again and put his free arm behind my shoulders to lift me up off the seat about a half inch as I shot my tongue into his mouth and started dueling with his.
It wasn’t much longer before the guy announced he was going to cum.
“Can I breed you?” he asked me.
I wasn’t used to anyone getting consent for what they wanted to do with my body from anybody but Alex. I darted my eyes to Alex and saw another smirk and shrug then locked eyes with the stranger ravaging my ass.
“Yes,” I grunted. “Please. I want that. Breed me.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. The guy pummelling my insides and impailing himself on my boyfriend’s cock in the process suddenly plowed his cock deep inside me and held it there. I felt his cock twitch and the warmth of his cum flood me. He collapsed on top of my body, panting as he softened until he slipped out of my hole. I could feel the fresh load mixed with Alex’s earlier gift leak out onto the chair.
After the guy caught his breath he sat up on his knees. I was thoroughly spent but the cum had stopped leaking from me and I wanted a taste so I moved my tense body up and got on my hands and knees facing the two Asian men. Alex saw me and grinned, knowing what I wanted. First I took the guy back into my mouth and gently cleaned his cock, then I ran my tongue along the leather seat and lapped up the cum I’d lost from my pussy.
Alex took the guy’s jaw in one hand and turned his head, positioned right behind him, and they kissed once more as I went back to the guy’s cock. He got hard again so I started sucking in earnest. He didn’t last this time and within five minutes he was feeding me another load while involuntarily holding me so my nose was buried in his straight, wirey, trimmed pubes as I savored what of his jizz I could and swallowed the rest.
Alex told the guy to give him his phone unlocked and my boyfriend put his number in and sent himself a text. Then we both helped the guy dress and sent him on his way, Alex giving him a reminder not let me know his name.
“I think it’s hotter for all of us if he doesn’t know who you are,” Alex said.
And he was right. I actually loved that I had no clue who had just bred me. I knew what he looked like and sounded like and tasted like, but nothing else.
I was exhausted when we got back to our new house. I’d been so excited and grateful to Alex for giving me such an awesome experience that I didn’t bother dressing. I was still so horny that I just got out of the car’s back seat with my caged dick swinging in the wind. One couple, a black stud and his white bear boyfriend, walked by and cat called me but didn’t offer any actual harassment as I climbed into the front seat.
When we got back home, Alex carried me in and up the stairs to our shower. This time he did all the work, washing my body and cleaning the cum out of my ass.
“That’s not gonna happen regularly,” Alex told me in a ‘just so you know’ tone as he dried me with a soft towel. “We’re boyfriends instead of master and slave today, so I wanted to let you have him as a treat, but I don’t want you to get disappointed if it doesn’t happen again for a long time.”
When we were done showering, Alex took me downstairs to the basement and to the slave quarters, where Armando had just finished putting away his clean dishes from his own late dinner. Alex let him go piss and then fixed a collar on the Latino twunk and guided him to his new capsule.
“Every slave will have an assigned capsule it will sleep in each night,” Alex told us both as he put Armando in a bottom capsule. “I’m gonna have you putting them to bed sometimes so I wanted to show you. Once you have the slave inside, you press this button and it’ll be locked inside the capsule until morning or until I let it out.”
Armando, with his innocent looking face contradicting his locked brown nub, pulled the blanket over himself and Alex pressed the button next to the capsule. The light went out and the capsule closed, leaving just a small window near the head of the bed inside. Seeing him treat Armando like an object to be stored when not in use, even referring to him and other slaves as “it,” made my dick tingle and my mind swim.
I looked through the window and saw Armando’s face illuminated only by the lighting that found its way through the window. He looked both peaceful and horny.
Alex carried me back up the stairs, planting kissing on my face and lips along the way. He laid me down in bed, already around 4 a.m., and I almost passed out from exhaustion as he changed into a pair of shorts to sleep in. But I knew he hadn’t cum with our hookup, so when he crawled into bed I went down and pulled his cock, already hard, from his shorts and went down on him before he had a chance to pull the blankets back.
I took him all the way into my throat, choking and gagging and sputtering but not slowing or stopping, and deep throated him until he was ready to cum. I pulled back so just his head was in my mouth and worshipped it with my tongue until he flooded my mouth with his load.
The cum was delicious and I gulped it down as he fed it to me straight from the source before laying down with my head on his chest. Alex pulled the covers back, closed the curtains with the app on his phone, turned out the lights that way, too, and then pulled the blankets back over us and I quickly started to fade into sleep.
“I love you, Alex,” I mumbled. “As my boyfriend and as my Master.”
“I love you, too, baby boy,” he answered. “As my boyfriend and as my slave.”
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