My life in submission to an Asian man

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Sorry for such a long delay here. I got a new job, found a new (and surprising very vanilla) relationship and have generally had stuff going on in life. But here's the long-awaited seventh chapter to My Life in Submission to an Asian man. I hope you like it!

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Chapter 7

Learning to Love my Inferiority 

I woke up, with aches and soreness throughout my still-bound body, to Alex petting my head, running his fingers slowly through my hair.

When my eyes opened, I was immediately greeted with the glorious, breathtaking and slightly intimidating sight of my Master’s monster cock bobbing gently in front of my face. Alex had removed my blindfold before waking me, so I was able to admire and hunger for his cock from the very second I opened my eyes.

Alex had the foreskin pulled back, so I could see a bead of delicious precum on the tip. My mouth started to water.

“Good morning, baby boy,” he said, still slowly brushing his fingers through my hair.

“Good morning, Sir,” I replied.

I did my best not to drool. The last thing I wanted was for Alex to see me as some stupid white cock slut who’s mouth overflows at the sight of his cock. White cock slut, yes. But not stupid or drooling.

“Open up, baby boy,” Alex said. “I wanna feed you a quick load before I untie you.”

Wordlessly I obeyed, and Alex’s cockhead was immediately at my lips. Without even being told, I started kissing it, licking off that bead of precum was a desperation that felt foreign even to me.

I loved the feel of his head on my lips. So big and velvety and something else that I couldn’t describe as anything other than the feeling of my Master’s cock. I worshiped all of Alex without reservation, I realized, and the hunger I felt for his cock was a pure manifestation of my love for him. To taste it, to feel it on my lips, in my mouth, even when he forcefully shoved it into my throat and made my eyes water, I loved all of it.

Alex didn’t allow me to kiss his tip for long before he slowly started sliding it in. When he reached the back of my throat, there was still cock to go. But he didn’t speed up. He adjusted his stance, grabbed ahold of my head with both hands and moved it, and slowly pushed his entire cock in until his balls were resting on my face. And because I was bound so expertly and attached to the bed, there was nothing I could do about it (not that I would ever dream of doing anything but encourage him to use and abuse my mouth and throat).

He held himself there for a minute, petting my head again as I worked to hold back the panic of needing to take a breath. Then without warning or pretense, he pulled almost all the way out and started deep throat fucking me.

I was gagging, jerking, taking in sputtering breaths through my nose as my eyes watered. At one point I involuntarily jerked my head back and Alex answered the reflect with a moderate smack on my face.

“Take it, boy,” he grunted, not missing a beat in his thrusts. 

Immediately I wished I could tell him, though I was certain he already knew, that the reaction wasn’t intentional and that I was experiencing bliss in that moment. 

All too soon, Alex pushed all the way in and lodged his cock in my throat again, this time with it jerking and blasting hot, fresh, superior, Asian cum down my throat. He kept himself there for a few seconds after he was done, then slowly pulled out and grabbed my face, firmly but not aggressively, with one hand.

“Good boy,” he whispered with a smile as he crouched down beside me. “I really do have the best, most beautiful slave for a boyfriend.”

Even while still blinking away the tears my eyes were pouring out as a result of having my throat used like a fleshlight, I beamed up at him. I was so proud of myself. I was a good boy. A good slave.

Alex then stood up and took hold of his monster cock, still an impressive size even soft, and started smacking my face with it and chuckling.

“See, Yuto?” he asked his submissive guest who, by my best guess, was still attached to the bed by the slave collar and leash behind me. “He’s so adorable and submissive.”

“Yes, Sir,” I heard Yuto respond. “He’s a very lucky slave.”

I had to agree with that, though I didn’t actually respond to the comment.

Alex walked away and I heard the tiny click of a small padlock opening, then saw him and Yuto walk to the foot of the bed, the leash in Alex’s hand.

“We’re going to eat breakfast, baby,” Alex said. I felt my heart start racing and dread flood my chest. I knew what he was saying before he even said it. “I’ll come back and unbind you when we’re done, then you can watch Yuto use Houseboy again while I take a shower.”

“Yes, Master,” I said, then forced a “Thank you” before he turned to walk away. I watched my Master’s perfectly sculpted ass as he strode out of the room, his sexy twunk submissive following as Alex held the chain leash.

Laying bound and in constant discomfort alone in a bed, time seems to stretch on forever. I listened to the distant, muffled sounds of Alex and Yuto talking and laughing together in the other room. In reality, they were only gone for 15 or 20 minutes. But in my mind, it was an eternity and a half.

Not that I’m complaining, mind you. I knew from the night before that this was all Alex putting a fantasy into reality. The me I was becoming would never truly complain about that, no matter what it meant for me. In the back of my mind, I knew Alex as occasionally picturing me there, bound up and restrained to the bed, reverently awaiting his return.

When he did come back, Alex was still naked. Watching that soft Asian cock sway back and forth, looking so heavy in its intense size, sent waves of longing through me. I wanted that soft cock in my mouth and then, after it got hard again, up my ass.

“Alright, baby, let’s get you all untied,” Alex said. It wasn’t even a full minute before I was standing, admittedly with some minor difficulty due to the soreness in my limbs, in front of my Master.

Houseboy walked into the room and Alex gave him a glimpse before looking at Yuto.

“Have fun but don’t over do it,” Alex said. “It’s a toy, but it’s a valuable to to me. I don’t want to have it hurt or damaged.”

“It” I knew was Houseboy. That left me wondering what was about to happen.

With that ominous instruction, Alex walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I heard the shower start as Yuto, I now realized with the collar but without the leash, grabbed Armando by a fistfull of his hair and jerked him over to the side of the bed.

“Stand here and watch,” Yuto ordered me, pointing right beside them. 

The younger Asian man sat on the bed then stuck his leg out and hooked his foot behind Armando’s knee, pulling back to take the Latino slave’s legs out from under him.

Armando, in pain as his hair was pulled and he fell harshly onto his knees, still had a look of utter lust mixed with joy in his eyes as he opened his mouth and Yuto forced him down on his cock.

“Good fuckin slut,” Yuto said, pulling Armando’s head up by his hair and slamming it back down in rapid succession.

I felt my dick trying to harden again in the chastity cage, watching Armando so docile as he offered his throat up to Yuto’s use. The Latino slave was gagging and sputtering and his eyes were watering leaving streaks of tears running down his smooth, cute face while Yuto sat there on the edge of the bed, his head thrown back, eyes closed and lips curved into a sadistic grin. 

Yuto was relentless. His right hand fist full of Armando’s hair, watching him force the teen up and down on his cock was an intense experience. My hole twitched watching it. I realized that with all the worship in my heart for Alex, I still had some primal urge to be used and abused by Yuto.

Alex still in the shower, Yuto yanked Armando’s head off his cock after about 10 minutes of the assault on his throat and grabbed him under his arms, throwing him onto the bed. I turned to keep watching them just as I saw Yuto flip Armando onto his back and raise his hand back, smiling as he brought it down to smack Armando.

I winced almost as harshly as the Latino slaveboy, internally recoiling from the scene as Yuto grabbed the slave by his throat and spat in his face.

“Slut fuckin loves being abused, Jackson,” Yuto said as he shoved Armando down and straddled him, his hand still on Armando’s throat before another slap landed on the twink’s face. “Fuckin masochist bitch. It wants you to hurt it.”

That, for some reason, almost sent me over the edge. I’d never had, or even thought it possible to have, an orgasm without any physical stimulation. I still wasn’t sure it was possible, but now yearning to be smacked around a little bit I was having my doubts.

Yuto grabbed Armando roughly by the jaw.

“Look at me, bitch,” Yuto said, using his free hand to stroke his big, hard cock. “Do you want me to use your hole?”

“Yes, Sir,” Armando answered.

“Do you want me to hurt you while I fuck you?” Yuto asked mockingly.

“Yes, please, Sir,” Armando said. Or, more accurately, whined. There was desperation and desire in his voice.

Yuto grinned at that, then slid down Armando’s body to grab him behind the knees and fold his legs back over his chest.

“Watch this, Jackson,” he told me, making eye contact and giving me a friendly smile that felt out of place.

“Yes, Sir,” I answered.

“I’m gonna get some spit on the slut’s hole, but it’s just to make it easier for me to get in,” Yuto explained casually. “I guarantee you he’s gonna nut extra fast ‘cause I’m fucking him without any lube.”

With that, Yuto turned his attention back to Armando and moved the slave’s hands behind his knees to hold them back before Yuto spat on his fingers and smeared the saliva on Armando’s hole.

He lined the cock up with Armando’s hole and rubbed the head back and forth over the slave’s pussy, teasing him before he suddenly and ruthlessly shoved his entire seven inch cock balls deep.

Armando let out a howl of pain that faded into a continuous whimper and whine. Yuto wasted no time in starting to piston his cock in and out of the houseboy’s hole, brutally dry-fucking him.

Armando’s moaning and whimpering and whining was almost so loud I didn’t notice the shower shut off right after Yuto’s right hand once again made rough contact with Armando’s face.

“You little masochistic slut,” Yuto said as he moved his left hand to Armando’s throat and started squeezing, enough to partially impede his breathing but not enough to cut it off entirely.

Right around then the door to the bathroom opened and Alex walked out, heading straight to me and putting his left hand on my right shoulder, giving it a little squeeze.

“It’s beautiful to watch Armando submit, isn’t it?” Alex whispered.

All I could do was nod in awestruck agreement as Armando jerked around under the brutality of Yuto’s fucking. But his hands never left from behind his knees, holding himself in the best position for Yuto’s free and easy access to his hole.

Looking over at Alex and me, Yuto flashed a grin. His chest, with the sexy, tightly muscled pecs and small brown nipples, was rising and falling rapidly as he labored at his task of drilling Armando’s hole. Then suddenly he pulled all the way out.

“Doggy,” he ordered simply. Armando, though in obvious pain, moved as quickly as his abused body could to obey.

Yuto wasted no time in smacking Armando’s ass and then, with another bit of spit added to the slave’s hole, bottoming back out in one swift motion. Armando cried out again, but he kept his ass up and his face down.

Yuto’s assault on Armando’s slave pussy was once just as unforgiving when he continued. After six thrusts, he grabbed ahold again of the Latino’s hair, pulling him up off his hands.

“Go get up under there,” Alex said. “Watch him fuck Houseboy up close. Your head under Houseboy’s nub where you can see Yuto’s dick pounding him.”

I hesitated for only a half second, just making sure I understood correctly, before climbing onto the bed and laying down on my back. Yuto slowed but didn’t stop fucking Armando as I got into position, and as soon as I was he released the Latino slave to fall back down onto the bed, his face inches from my locked up dick. I could feel his heavy breathing as he kept yelping and whining in pleasure-laced pain.

“This is what submissive non-Asian sluts need,” Alex said to me as if he were telling a student about how heat evaporates water as he sat on the edge of the bed to watch. He put his hand between Yuto’s knees, careful not to get in the way of his continued pounding of the submissive hole, and starting running his fingers through my hair. “A submissive white bitch like you needs a dominant Asian man to control him and use him however he wants.”

His words sunk deep into my mind as I watched Yuto’s Japanese cock slide out of Armando’s hole and force itself back in. They rang true. I was just a little white faggot sex toy for superior Asian men like Alex. No, not like Alex. Exactly Alex.

My Master withdrew his hand and started caressing Yuto’s back as he kept drilling Armando’s hole, then suddenly pushed the Asian twunk in balls deep in the crying Latino slave.

“Lick your superior’s balls, Jackson,” Alex ordered.

“Master?” I asked, not quite sure I heard him correctly.

“Lick Yuto’s balls,” Alex repeated.

“Yes, Master,” I answered sheepishly. I slid up slightly, then craned my neck upward and stuck out my tongue, lapping it across the switch twunk’s smooth, tight ballsack. 

“Oh, your slave’s got a talented tongue, Sir,” Yuto moaned as I kept up my worship of his balls.

I was so shocked at the order to lick Yuto’s balls, especially with Alex’s possessiveness, that for the first few licks I wasn’t able to absorb how good it felt to have his testicles resting on my upper lip between laps, how amazing it felt to have his balls move slightly under the manipulation of my tongue, to feel their weight on my face and my tongue. 

“Good boy,” Alex said. “You can stop.”

I let my head drop back down and tried my best to get a look at my Master, though I couldn’t see him behind Yuto’s body. 

“Did it feel good to lick his balls?” Alex asked me as Yuto immediately started his ruthless pounding of Armando.

“Yes, Mas-” 

I was cut off as a shot of hot, thick cum landed right in my mouth while I spoke.

It took me a moment to identify it and realize what was happening, but by the time the second spurt was landing on my chin I realized Armando was cumming, his face between my legs and his cries of ecstasy muffled by the bed.

“Swallow,” Alex ordered as Armando kept shooting blast after blast of hot cum, two or three more volleys landing in my mouth still agape in surprise.

As soon as it was clear Armando was done, I closed my mouth and swallowed.

“Now, you were saying?” Alex asked. Yuto didn’t pause for a half second or even slow for a heartbeat. 

“I liked licking his balls, Master,” I answered finally. 

“It’s your natural place,” Alex said cheerfully, speaking up a little to be heard over the growing volume of Yuto’s heavy breathing and Armando’s cries of blissful pain. “You won’t be serving other Asian men again any time soon, if ever, because you belong to me. But now you know how natural and rewarding it feels to serve your Asian superiors. It’s just natural for a white like you.”

His words must have excited Yuto, because suddenly the superior Asian switch twunk shoved all the way into Armando’s pussy and let out a long, loud groan, his slim hips twitching as he unloaded his cum.

He stayed there for about a minute, panting, before he pulled out fast and hard, then I watched as he suddenly shoved Armando to the side, sending him off the bed and to the floor in a heap.

My face must have betrayed my horror at that, because as I jerked upward to look at Armando and Yuto fell to the other side on his back, Alex put his hand on my shoulder.

“He’s OK,” Alex said.

And looking at Armando’s face, I knew it was true. He looked content and even happy, though every once in a while he would grimace.

Alex stood and then crouched beside Armando, his still-naked cock and balls hanging deliciously between his legs. He brushed Armando’s hair back and cooed at him.

“How are you feeling, Houseboy?” he asked in a rare moment of blatant concern for the slave.

“Amazing, Master,” Armando answered. “Thank you so much for giving me this. I love you so much. Thank you for letting me serve. Thank you for letting me be abused like this.”

And just like that I understood. Armando was hurt and abused and fucked so mercilessly because that's what he needed. What he wanted. What fulfilled him. And together, I and my Master would find out what I needed, wanted and was fulfilled by.