My life in submission to an Asian man

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Not so normal disclaimer/Trigger Warning: This chapter, in part, focuses on sadism, masochism and consensual pain play. To some, this portion of the chapter may seem a bit extreme, and to others it may seem light. While the author has a bit of both sadism and masochism and has engaged in extensive pain play before as both the one receiving the pain and the one causing it, he is not an active member of that community nor is he an expert. This is fiction with some loose influence from the author's own experiences and should not be repeated without doing your own non-fiction research on best practices or without a comprehensive discussion of expectations, limits and hard limits to your partner.

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A lesson in pain and pleasure, sadism and masochism

I woke up the second time to a strange, wet warmth on my balls. At first the sensation found its way into my dream, my mind interpreting it as warm waves lapping at me. Then I started to come to and slowly realized that the feeling was a tongue. When I opened one eye and looked down, I saw Armando with his eyes open, looking up at me as he bathed my balls with his tongue.

“Good morning,” I said.

Armando smiled but didn’t stop licking for a few more seconds. When he did, he sat up with a huge grin on his face.

“Good morning, sir,” the Latino slave boy said. “How do you feel this morning?”

I took a second to answer, first reminding myself that Alex had told Armando to call me “sir” for the weekend then checking out my body in a sort of self diagnostics. 

“I’m a bit tense and sore, but I feel pretty good,” I said.

“Enjoying the cage yet?”

I looked at Armando as I considered the question. The boy had a range to his personality but it was all in the role of him as a slave. This morning, like the morning before, he looked excited but docile and subservient. Later the morning before, when he was serving Alex, he looked determined and filled with lust. When Alex and I got back from shopping, he seemed to be reverent and obedient. And then the night last he was overcome with lust and desire and submissive pleasure.

“I think so,” I said, still thinking about the question. Then suddenly I launched into an excited yet still thoughtful-sounding rant. “I mean, it hurts. But something about having it on… there’s something about having it on and know that it’s not just a way to keep me from playing with myself or getting an erection or really in any way getting sexual release from my dick. It’s like… I mean… it’s something that I chose to allow and now don’t have a choice about. I don’t know. It’s just so profound to me. I don’t have the ability to take it off of myself. Alex put it on me and now there’s no way for me to get it off and it’s like, because he has the only key I can’t just leave. It’s symbolic and it’s physical proof that he owns me. And, I mean, it’s not like he could get it on me if I wasn’t cooperating. At least not easily. So if anybody ever saw it, it would be obvious that I made the decision to give up control in such an extreme way. I chose to submit and give up my freedom and give up my dick. And the fact that I’ve never even had a handjob, much less a blowjob or topped a guy, and I probably never will because of this cage, it just increases his ownership of me. He’s got so much power over me. It feels awesome and exciting and just like it’s right, it’s natural, but at the same time it’s somehow terrifying to think about what it means and what I’ve decided by letting him lock me away.

Armando seemed to consider this for a moment.

“Yeah,” he said simply. “That’s about where I found myself. Maybe a day or too later. But with that same thought. And you’re spot on. He owns you. You’ll have a choice in it, but if you chose to stay he really will own you. I mean, he’ll treat you well. He’ll protect you and provide for you and he cares about making sure his property is happy, but he’ll still own you. Take it from me. It’s so worth giving up everything including your freedom to be with him.”

I thought about that for a minute, then just nodded slowly. When I didn’t reply right away, Armando changed the subject.

“That orgasm last night looked pretty awesome,” Armando said. “Is it the first one you’ve had from sex?”

I chuckled a little at the question.

“Yeah,” I answered. “I was a virgin until I showed up here. And I didn’t cum the first time Alex fucked me.”

That seemed to make Armando excited. He was suddenly energetic and interested.

“Oh fuck yeah, sir,” he said. “I gave my virginity to Master, too.”

He beamed at me, obviously proud of the fact that his first time had been with Alex.

“When was that?” I asked.

Armando seemed to weigh the question.

“I mean, if you feel comfortable telling me,” I said.

“Oh, no, I definitely feel comfortable,” Armando said. “Master had to go out to have brunch with a friend and told me I should wake you up however I wanted around right now and we should get to know each other. It was about a year ago and a half ago. I just had to think about it to make sure.”

“How old are you?” I asked.

“I’m 19,” he told me.

“Wait. So you had sex with Alex for the first time when you were 18?”

“Yep,” Armando answered happily. “I came out to my parents and my dad kicked me out when i was 17. Master found me and offered me a place to stay and after about six months, on my 18th birthday, I convinced him to let me give him head. I think it was something he was super uncomfortable with, and I think he’s still not completely certain about it because he’s really not into guys under 21, but he saw something in me and then something in you.”

The way he said that gave me pause at first. I hadn’t thought too hard about our age difference and the fact that it could actually be a huge red flag (and while I knew red flags about the man I was considering devoting my life to should be my main concern, I think I was more worried by the realization that if we were caught Alex could go to prison and his life would be ruined. Fuck, was I falling hard or what?), but the way Armando said Alex saw something in me made me happy.

Armando told me that Alex had never brought up the idea of him being a houseboy or slave. Armando had broached the subject with Alex after eight months living together. It was another thing Alex wasn’t sure about at first because of Armando’s age, but when he committed to it he really committed to it. Armando was locked away in the plastic dick cage he wore now and it had never come off. Alex changed his name, though not legally, to Houseboy. Armando told me he was thinking of making the name change legal but wasn’t sure it was worth all the trouble. He’d begged Alex to let him change his last name from Reyes to Hwang-Takana as a way to show Alex his devotion to being the slave property of his master. He’d finally done it about a month ago.

“I wanna make my first name Houseboy and my middle name Of,” Armando told me with a cheeky grin. “Legally be named ‘Houseboy of Hwang-Tanaka.’ ”

“Wow,” was all I could say. “How would you feel if I came here permanently, though?”

Armando’s eyes got wide with excitement, and the humor of the scene (me on my back with a sheet just below my caged dick and Armando sitting on his knees in front of me, his hands on his lap and his face lit up like a kid who just got a massive present on Christmas day) was not lost to me.

“I would love that!” Armando almost shouted. “I was hoping you wouldn’t be scared off. Master knows I didn’t sign up to be his boyfriend and I would never be fully happy if I wasn’t purely a slave, but I know he wants a real boyfriend. Submissive and slave-y, but a boyfriend.”

I nodded at that, some understanding creeping into my groggy brain.

“I think I’d like to stay here,” I said with a smile.

Armando, if it was even possible, looked even more overjoyed.

“Thank you, sir!”

We stared at each other for a minute, and when I didn’t respond Armando slowly lowered himself back down onto my caged dick. He started licking around the cage, lapping up the precum that had started to trickle out of my dick as we talked, then went back to licking my balls. It felt so incredible even though I had no idea what to do here. So I just told Armando as much and started petting his head.

Every once in a while the licks on my balls would make me jerk, and before long my balls were hurting again from the need to get hard and cum. About 20 minutes later, Armando stopped licking and just sat up, looking at me. I didn’t really know what to do.

“What did Alex suggest we do while he was away?” I asked. “Do we need to, like, do chores or something?”

“Oh, no, sir,” Armando said. “You don’t do chores unless it’s something Master specifically orders you to do. That’s my job. But we do need to get you cleaned up. Master has a lot of stuff planned for you today.”

That got me excited as I thought of different things he might want while Armando took my hand and led me out of bed and to the bathroom. First he washed my piercings with wound wash, then left the bathroom while I douched. When I was done, I let Armando know and he came back in and started the shower, leading me into it.

This time, we were using the rain showerhead again. Armando began soaping up my body, paying extra attention to my balls and locked up dick but not spending as much time as the first morning he washed me. When he was done, he placed his slim, delicate hands on my hips and started moving me out of the shower when I stopped him.

“I want to wash you, too,” I told him simply. I don’t know what it was in me, probably the memory of Alex telling me that Armando was just property and a slave, but I didn’t ask. I told.

“Yes, Sir,” Armando said with a cute little grin on his face. When he smiled like that he looked younger than me, even. “My body is yours to use.”

With a mischievous smile I grabbed the body wash and began rubbing it on Armando’s chest and abs, paying extra attention to the softness of his skin and the firmness of his muscles. I traced his abs and massaged them, getting little moans of appreciation. When I got to his locked dick, I played with his balls and felt my own dick straining against the cage Alex put there. God, how I wished at that moment I could take the cage off and push Armando to his knees to fuck his face. I so wanted to know what it felt like to get a blowjob.

As I rolled his balls around in my hand, I pulled Armando in close and held his body to mine. He relaxed and leaned into me as I held him, then squeaked as I gently squeezed his balls. His locked dick in my hand, I could feel it straining to get hard in the cage. It was futile, and that knowledge made my own dick fight harder against the cage in which it was imprisoned. 

After a few minutes, I kneaded his strong, firm ass in my hands and relished in the heavy breathing in my ear as his head rested on my shoulder. When it came time to clean his hole, I was quick about it. For some reason, I felt like I needed Alex’s permission to play with Armando’s hole. That was very much Alex’s exclusive property to do with what he wanted and share with whomever he pleased.

I could tell Armando had already showered earlier in the morning, so I skipped washing his hair. The only reason I was washing his body was because I wanted to. When I was finished, Alex went to step out of the shower and grab us towels and stopped for a half second. I saw a big smile spread across his face, his eyes light up, and looked where he was looking. Alex was standing there, a happy, lustful look on his face.

“My good boys helping each other out this morning?” Alex asked.

“Yes, Master,” Armando answered happily. 

I felt a little embarrassed, as if I had been caught doing something wrong, but the look on Alex’s face eased my nerves.

“Get Jackson dry and ready and then bring him to me in the living room,” Alex said. He turned and walked away as Armando answered with a “Yes, Master.”

Dried off and with my hair styled by Armando, we walked hand in hand into the living room. My caged dick was swinging a little more than normal because of how hard it was trying to get. 

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When we got there, I saw the rug was pulled away and there were chains hanging from the ceiling. My heart immediately started pounding and my hands were shaking, causing Armando to squeeze the one he was holding.

“I love coming home to see my toys playing with each other,” Alex said when he saw us. “It means they’re ready to be played with by me.”

We both nodded, Armando with excitement and me with nervous hesitation. I looked around to see an assortment of toys on the coffee table. Two blindfolds, two ball gags, two butt plugs that could be set to vibrate with a phone app and two sets of sound canceling headphones. There was also one set of nipple clamps connected by a chain, one set of wrist and ankle cuffs and a whip and paddle.

“Jackson,” Alex said as he walked toward us. “It’s our last full day together, and then you have to decide what you want to do. Will you submit to me and become mine, or will this just be a fun memory of something you tried? So I think it’s only fair that I give you a taste of something a little more extreme you sign up for if you decide to stay.”

My body couldn’t decide how to react as Alex took my hand and led me to the part of the room where the chains were hanging from the ceiling. Now I saw shorter chains also sitting on the floor, connected to hooks that were previously hidden under the rug. 

As Alex placed me under the hanging chains and fastened some leather cuffs around my ankles, it registered that there were two places to chain us up. That meant he was going to tie up Armando as well. He didn’t waste time connecting the ankle cuffs to the floor chains, then cuffing my hands and raising my arms to connect those cuffs with the ceiling chains.

When he finished with my restraints, I expected Alex to do the same to Armando. Instead, he told his houseboy to come and start licking my balls. Armando did as he was ordered and immediately I was moaning with my eyes closed, my arms hanging limp, held up only by the restraints. 

The first nipple clamp make me jump and squeak in surprise. It hurt. Not terribly, and in some way it actually felt pretty good, but it still hurt. My eyes shot open to see Alex with the biggest grin on his face. Armando hadn’t stopped lapping at my balls for a second, but now my brain was paying attention more to the sensations in my nipple. And then, within a half second, nipples plural as he clamped down the other one. This time I just gasped.

Alex leaned in close, placing his forehead on mine, then moved his lips in to kiss me deeply. It was all so much. Alex kissing me. My nipples stinging from the clamps. Armando licking my balls.

When Alex pulled away, I looked down to see a steady stream of precum leaking from my caged dick onto Armando’s forehead.

“I’m a bit of a sadist, Jackson,” Alex told me. “Not all the time. But sometimes. Normally, if you stay, I’ll hurt Houseboy when I’m feeling sadistic. But sometimes I’ll want to see you hurt, too.”

He caressed my cheek. Despite his words, his voice was soft and kind. His eyes were caring. It didn’t make sense. It also made me indescribably horny. My eyes were locked to his as I saw out of my peripheral vision his hand reach down and grab a handful of Armando’s hair and, not roughly but not gently either, move the Latino out of the way. He stood directly in front of me and took my wet balls in his hand, rolling them around.

“So, today I need to know you can handle that,” Alex said with a sweet smile. His strong hand holding my balls felt so good, it almost made me forget the pain in my nipples. “For the next little bit, you’re going to be bound here while Houseboy and I hurt you. If you ask me to make it stop, I will. But if you do that, it’ll be the end. We’ll take my cage off your little dick, get you dressed and you’ll leave for good. You can say ‘stop’ or ‘quit’ or ‘please’ or ‘make it end’ all you want, but if you say the safe phrase, ‘I want to give you up, Master,’ you’ll be done for good. OK?”

I’m positive the smirk on his face was in response to my look of worry and shock. But somehow I knew there was no talking my way out of this without losing the chance to stay with Alex.

“And you’re in total submission right now, so whatever your answer is, it will be followed by Sir,” Alex added, turning serious. “You can back out right now or at any point during the torture. But either way, that’ll be the end of everything.”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied. “You can do whatever you want to me.”

Now the sadistic pleasure showed in Alex’s eyes.

“I know.”

With that, I felt incredible pain shoot through my whole body as Alex suddenly turned his hand into a vice grip on my balls and I screamed. The smile on his face grew more sadistic as Alex twisted my balls back and forth, left and right. In that moment, I almost screamed the safe phrase. I didn’t, but even with my resolve I wanted to beg for him to stop, but kept it to myself. I wanted to seem strong for him. I was jerking everywhere, kicking my legs and pulling on my restraints.

“Yeah, that’s it. Squirm for me boy.”

His grip grew even tighter for a couple of minutes and I started to see stars. Then, just as quickly as it started, it was over. He’d released my balls from his hand. Blinking back tears, I looked up to see him ecstatic in my suffering. And despite the borderline-unbearable residual pain, that look of happiness, no matter how cruel, made everything feel worth it. God, I’m fucking sick.

“That’s a good boy,” Alex said, breathing just a little heavier. He reached his hand up to the nipple clamps, flicking one of them repeated as he continued. 

“You know this body belongs to me, but now it’s time to learn what that means.”

As he started to step back, he turned to Armando.

“Houseboy,” he said as he began unbuttoning his shirt. “Get that paddle and start spanking the boy. Give him 20 swats.”

“Yes, Master,” Armando said.

As he walked toward me with the paddle, Alex taking his shirt off and tossing it on the couch, he had a sad expression on his face as if to say he was sorry. I tried to give a weak smile, telling him it was OK, then looked back at Alex. His body was fucking phenominal. Pecs, abs, biceps, triceps, shoulders. All carefully sculpted to be lean but strong. Glancing down at his pants as he started undoing his belt I could see his massive cock, harder as I’d ever seen it, straining against his pants. In that moment I knew I’d let this man, this living god, do anything he wanted to me and my body. On some level, I think I registered it as the kindling of love.

As Alex pulled his pants down, Armando rubbed my bare ass for a second. Before Alex’s pants were around his ankles, though, Armando had delivered his first swat. And not gently. 

I yelped and jerked, trying to get away, but obviously it was no use. He swung the paddle again and again as Alex put his pants on the couch, then dropped his underwear and took off his socks.

Swat, yelp. Swat, yelp. Swat, yelp. My ass was stinging and felt red hot. I’m positive it looked red hot, too.

It continued as Alex stood there in front of me, stroking that nine and a half inch pole. Then Armando said, “20,” and stopped. With that, Alex gave him and nod and the Latino walked back to the table and set the paddle down as our master walked up to me.

He took a fat drop of precum from the tip of his cock and rubbed it on my cheek, then reached down and flicked one of my already tender balls. I squeaked in pain, then screamed.

“Please, no,” I begged. “Please, something else. Please don’t.”

Then my tormenter, who I was so determined to please and make my boyfriend, flicked the other ball. He alternated back and forth for what felt like an hour but in reality was a minute. I have no clue how many times he flicked my balls. 

When he was done, Alex walked around behind me to inspect the damage done by Armando and grabbed one of my sore ass cheeks, squeezing it and making me grimace. When he moved his hand away and there was a second of stillness, I knew what was coming.

I screamed as his open hand smacked my ass harder than Armando had hit me even once with the paddle.

Then he did it again and again and again and again, five times in all.

When he was done, I was crying. The pain in my balls and on my ass was all too much. Tears streaming down my face. Alex grabbed my chin and turned my face to him, licking the tears off my face.

“Such a good bitch.”

With that, he let go of my face and slapped me. Not hard enough to even cause my cheek to turn red but hard enough to sting a little. Then he swung his open palm at my abs and made me double over, hanging from the chains binding my arms.

“Stand up straight,” he ordered.

When I did, Alex looked me in my eyes and I thought I saw his resolve falter.

“Houseboy,” he called out. “Blindfold.”

The Latino grabbed the blindfold off the table and dutifully brought it to Alex, a look of genuine concern on his face. I decided at that moment that when Alex was feeling sadistic he did the same thing to Armando and the boy’s worry wasn’t about how much I was hurting but that the pain might be too much and I’d quit, unable to stay with Alex.

Alex put the blindfold on me, then slammed his open palm into my abs again. He barked at me to stand up when I doubled over. My knees were so weak they felt useless, but somehow I obeyed.

Alex then walked around behind me and told Armando to bring him a dildo. He spat on his hand, rubbed it on my hole and then shoved the entire dildo, about half the size of his dick into my ass and started jackhammering it in and out. The spit lubed me enough that my hole could take the dildo in but not enough to prevent any of the pain. I screamed out in misery as Alex drilled the dildo in and out and took hold of my hair, pulling hard.

I jerked and squirmed, but Alex didn’t give me any more praise. I knew as I felt his cock, which bounced against my thigh with every inward thrust of the dildo, the praise had stopped because he wasn’t enjoying my pain anymore. He was mentally reluctant, even if his actions didn’t reflect it. It seemed like he was doing this because he felt he had to push me to my limits to make sure that I was certain about my decision to stay with him. And even experiencing this cruelty and sadism, I knew with every fiber of my being that I wanted to stay with him. On some level, even with the pain — no, because of the pain, I suddenly realized — I was enjoying this. There was no physical pleasure from it. All psychological. Suddenly I felt like I needed this. My body screamed at me to make it end by my brain whispered insistantly for me to beg for more. Somehow, I subconsciously settled on enduring.

Alex stopped without warning. He pulled the dildo out of my ass and let go of my hair, calling for Armando to bring him a vibrating butt plug and then kneel directly in front of me. Alex spit again, got my hole slightly wet, then shoved the vibrating butt plug in hard. I yelped again, my hole already incredibly sore from the dildo. As I felt the back of Armando’s head settle against my aching balls, I heard Alex walk over to the couch and get his phone. Suddenly the vibrator turned on and I started moaning. I heard Alex make his way back over to us then simply ordered open.

I opened my mouth, then realized he was talking to Armando as I felt to Latino’s head slowly push back against my locked dick and pictured Alex sliding into his throat.

“Don’t you fuckin move, slave,” Alex ordered, I knew to Armando. “I’m gonna choke both of my toys at the same time.”

With that, I felt Alex’s hand close around my throat. He applied pressure, but again, as with the slap across my face, I could tell it was carefully measured to cut off my air flow but not leave even redness on my neck, much less bruising. He might bruise me where I could have clothes covering it, I realized, but he wasn’t going to mark me anywhere else.

I felt the involuntary, unavoidable panic of suffocation set in as Alex continued to choke me, but with it my dick, which I realized only then had been straining against the cage almost this whole time, was leaking precum like a faucet. I could picture it pooling in Armando’s hair. I wished, even more than I wished Alex would stop choking me, that I wasn’t blindfolded and could look down to see Armando choking on Alex’s cock.

After a minute or two, I felt Alex’s hand loosen on my throat and Armando’s head begin to move back and forth slightly as Alex began fucking his face. After a few seconds, Alex dived down onto my lips and shoved his tongue into my mouth. I opened up to greet him, moaning loudly into his mouth. His tongue was rough, moving around inside and shoving against my cheeks to push them out. My mouth was watering when he pulled away and I felt a stream of drool flow down.

Then a sudden shock of pain as my master’s teeth clamped down on my lower lip. I cried out and whimpered as he tugged on my lip then let go. He took a fistfull of my hair and pulled my head back, then started nibbling on neck with enough force to cause pain but not enough to leave marks.

When he was done there, I felt him pull back and felt Armando collapse to the floor in front of me.

“Up,” Alex ordered cruelly, and I felt Armando squirm at my feet and heard him grunt as he stood. 

Alex reached over and removed my blindfold and held my gaze for a minute as I panted. For the first time since I’d met him, Alex had me truly frightened. The look in his eyes was hungry, lustful, sadistic.

I watched as he grabbed Armando by the hair and led him to the other set of chains where he restrained him, put a ballgag in his mouth then spit on a butt plug to lube it and shoved the toy inside the Latino’s ass. Armando screamed out around the ballgag and grimaced and went limp for a minute and Alex just stepped back and smiled. Precum leaked from Alex’s dick, I saw, then noticed it was leaking from Armando’s, too. When he was done feeling the stabbing pain of a nearly dry, pretty sizeable butt plug being shoved into his ass, Armando looked up at Alex with an expression of pure, unadulterated lustful hunger and hopelessly extreme desire.

Alex walked up and removed the ball gag, letting it hang just below his lips.

“Thank you, Master,” Armando said desperately. His voice was soft but husky.

Alex stepped back up to him and wordlessly took hold of the Latino’s nipples and twisted them hard. Armando cried out and I could see his eyes watering, but again when Alex was done and the pain had subsided, that look fell back over his face and he once again thanked Alex, this time his voice a little rougher and slightly higher pitched.

With that, Alex smacked the boy on the cheek twice then turned back to me.

“What about you, boy?” Alex asked. “Do you like being shown your place? Do you like being reminded that you’re just a little whitey slut bitch cunt whose sole purpose is to give his superior Asian master pleasure?”

“Yes, Master,” I cried out. And I knew without a doubt that I meant it. His words sent electricity through me and flooded me with passion and some sort of emotion I quickly identified as devotion.

“Does my little whitey bitch enjoy this?” he asked cruelly.

“Yes, Master,” I replied more desperately. I could hear the residual pain and the exhaustion in my own voice, but I knew that it was true. I was suffering. I was terrified. And I was in love with it because I could see now in Alex’s eyes that the faltering resolve was gone and the hunger and sadism was back. Something about him made me want him to hurt me, as long as he got joy out of it.

Somehow, my whole heart wanted to plead and beg and cry for this to end, yet at the same time my whole heart wanted to plead and beg and cry for more, rougher, harder pain.

“Good,” Alex said. “Cause I’m not done with either of you yet.”

With that, Alex walked over to the table and opened a drawer to pull out a bag of wooden clothesline clips. Immediately I felt excitement and terror fill me at once. 

Opening the bag, he walked over to Armando. I watched in horror and lust as he began clipping the pins to his houseboy. He started with his nipples, clamping each of them, then going back and forth between his pecs and clamping his skin. Then he created a trail of the clips down the center of his abs. Armando cried with each one and whimpered between.

Watching this, I felt sorry for Armando. I also felt so turned on and so guilty because I felt so turned on. I immediately understood what Alex must get out of this. Whether naturally or just over time, Alex must have learned to ignore or turn off the guilt part and focus only on the pleasure. After about a minute, Alex squatted down in front of the Latino and set the back down on the floor. He reached into the bag with his right hand and pulled out a clip, then with his left he held the Latino’s balls and pulled out the skin.

I winced as Alex clamped a clip down on on the soft ballsack skin and Armando screamed. In total, Alex clamped eight clips onto the Latino’s hairless sack, and I winced each time. Then he stood, put the ball gag back in Armando’s mouth and spit in his face.

“I love it when my loyal bitch looks so helpless and desperate like this,” Alex said. Then he leaned in and whispered something to Armando. I couldn’t hear it, but a while later I hearned he said, “I love that look of pain on your face, knowing you can’t do anything about it. It’s delicious.”

Alex then walked back to me, leaving the bag on the floor. He smacked me a couple times across the face, then leaned in and kissed me hard. When he pulled away, I’m pretty sure the hunger in my eyes must have matched his, though for different reasons.

Alex grabbed me by the balls and squeezed them, much lighter this time (though with how sore they were the pressure was still enough to make me jerk), and cracked a crooked grin.

“Who does this belong to?” Alex asked me.

“You, Master,” I whimpered.

“Good boy,” he replied, squeezing them ever so slightly harder for a split second before letting them go. He reached up and took hold of the the nipple clamps attached to me.

“Who do these belong to?” Alex asked me, twisting them ever so slightly.

“Y- you, Master,” I whined.

“Good boy,” Alex said, twisting them a little harder but almost immediately letting go. He reached up and grabbed my face. “Who does the face and mouth belong to?”

“You, Master,” I answered dutifully. 

“Good bitch,” he said, shoving three fingers into my mouth and gagging me for a second.

“Time for me to destroy that milky cracker pussy,” Alex said.

With that, he roughly spun me around to face Armando, who was looking up at me with tears in his eyes but a twisted, hungry grin on his face, and spat on his dick, then rubbed some saliva onto my hole.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” Alex demanded.

“You, Master,” I once more whimpered.

“Say it,” he ordered.

“That pussy belongs to you, Master,” I growled, suddenly filled with lust. “You own that pussy and everything else.”

Without fanfare, Alex shoved his cock in and bottomed out. I cried out in pain and felt the pleasure I got every time Alex’s cock graced my hole with its presence. Immediately, Alex started pumping hard and fast into me, grunting like an animal as my cries turned to whimpers then to moans. Every thrust in strengthened my resolve to stay with this man and serve him. The pain I was feeling, the fact that this man had hurt me, had little to no effect.

It was about 15 minutes of constant, hard fucking before Alex acknowledged me again. He wrapped one hand around my throat and grabbed the chain connecting the nipple clams with his other.

“Yeah, bitch,” he grunted. “Take that Asian cock, whitey. Take that superior cock.”

With that, he yanked at the nipple clamps and, with a cry of pain from me, the flew off. He dropped them to the ground then wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me up slightly, pulling me down on his cock and lifting me up off it in time with his thrusts. All the while I was aware that my cock was painfully fighting the cage Alex had installed.

Having had an orgasm last night, I knew what I was feeling when my balls drew up tight and the pressure in my cock, balls, ass and the lower part of my stomach quickly grew to a crescendo. Seconds after I identified it, I started spraying cum everywhere. That must have driven Alex over the edge, because he let out a long, carnal grunt and shoved all the way into me. I could feel his cock pulse and twitch and feel his cum washing over my insides. My voice was weak and I was out of breath and I was still in pain everywhere, but somehow I managed the words, “Thank you, Master. Thank you.”

As his orgasm subsided, Alex, wrapped his left arm around my chest and unlocked my right wrist with his other hand. Then he switched to holding me with his right arm and unlocked my wrist. Slowly, Alex lowered me to the floor and laid me on my side, his steel hard cock still buried inside me, and waited there for a minute. We were both breathing shallow and my whole body ached. While I was filled with joy and excitement over what had just transpired, I also started to feel an inkling of concern creep into my mind. Would I be able to endure this regularly? Was this a moment of insight into the cruelty I should expect from Alex? Was he actually a genuinely bad person and I’d just been blinded by lust? My post-nut clarity train of thought was broken when Alex spoke, his voice a little hoarse.

“Are you OK baby boy?” Alex asked breathily. There was genuine concern in his voice, but that didn’t break the worried feeling in my chest. It might have actually amplified it. Isn’t this what abusive partners did? Like, non-consensually abusive partners? Hurt their partner then show concern after the fact?

“I think so,” I said weakly.

“Good,” he said. The concern was gone from his voice now. For some reason that eased my trepidation. “That was fun, but I was also kinda worried about how much you could take. But you didn’t use the safe phrase so I just kept going.”

The safe phrase. I’d forgotten about that. Not that I would have used it, now that I thought about it.

“I didn’t want to lose the chance to stay with you,” I told him.

That caused him to chuckle softly.

“If we ever do this again, and that’s a true ‘if,’ the safe word will still be there,” Alex said. “But it won’t mean a permanent end to us. I didn’t want to do that, but I also wanted to make sure you really knew what you were signing up for.”

Alex’s cock was still hard and still buried in me balls deep.

“Just relax for now,” Alex said, still breathing heavily. “Catch your breath. When you’re a little more relaxed I’ll start pulling out slowly.”

I nodded my head and focused on my breathing. I looked up at Armando to see his eyes closed and a look of satisfaction on his face. Glancing down at his dick, I saw a stream of pearly white cum slowly trucking from the cage to the floor. This had made him finish. 

After about five minutes, Alex slowly started pulling out of my hole. Like, turtle-walking-around-with-arthritis slow. Once he was completely out, he sat up, released my ankles from the chains then took off all the cuffs. Done with that, he picked me up and carried me to the couch where he sat down and held me in his lap for a minute. My eyes were fixed on Armando for several minutes, my brain slowed from the exhaustion, before I realized that he was still tied up. His eyes were closed and he looked happy, but I was suddenly worried about him.

“What about Armando?” I asked, looking up at Alex’s face. “Shouldn’t you unchain him too?”

I immediately regretting making a suggestion like that, worried Alex would take it the wrong way, but I needn’t worry. He smiled warmly at me and laughed a little.

“Not yet,” Alex said. “I’m enjoying the view. He looks a lot like a piece of fine art, chained up like that with those clothes clips all over his body and that cum on the floor and dripping from his little locked dicklet and that look of mixed pain and pleasure on his face? But don’t worry. He enjoys this a lot more than I think you realize. I’ll take him down in a little bit so he can rest for a while before he gets started cooking lunch. But I’m pretty sure he’s not done enjoying himself yet.”

As if on cue, and probably in part because he heard us talking about him, Armando grunted and another orgasm wracked his body. Shivering and moaning, cum started cascading down from his caged dick.

“See?” Alex asked with a happy grin.

I stared in awe until Armando’s orgasm passed, then scooted down so my head was laying in Alex’s lap. His cock, now soft but still impressively large,was centimeters from my face. Alex turned on the TV and put on some sort of reality show where a bunch of people were using a made up social media platform to try and become popular or something. I was bored by it, honestly.

We must have watched a full two episodes, about two hours, before Alex decided it was time to let Armando down.

Alex’s dick twitched a little bit, probably from my breath hitting it, and I got the sudden urge to feel it in my mouth. Slowly, tentatively, I reached out and lightly touched it, looking up to Alex for approval. He smiled down at me.

“Sure, baby boy,” Alex said. “After what you endured today, you deserve almost absolutely anything you want.”

I smiled up at him, still feeling a little weak but my unease over what had he’d just done to me lessening, and laid my head back down. I maneuvered his cock tenderly toward my lips, pulled the foreskin back gently and slowly kissed the head for a little while, feeling it’s soft, tiny ridges of texture on my lips and tongue. Some of the time I just held it there, longways between my lips, before continuing kissing it. Then I got tired of that and moved my head a little so I could angle the thick but still flaccid cock at my lips. I opened up, took it into my mouth and then just sat there, occasionally suckling on it. Soon, Alex was petting me.

“I need you to know a few things,” Alex said.

I stopped sucking and pulled off his cock to look at him. He told me I could stop suckling if I wanted to, but that I didn’t have to. It was up to me. So, obviously, I slowly moved back down and put his still-soft cock back in my mouth.

“I’m not a total sadist,” Alex continued. “I don’t just get pleasure from causing pain. I get pleasure from causing pain and knowing my partner is enjoying the plain. Or, in this case, my boyfriend or my slave.”

I grunted to show that I was following along with what he was saying. In one sense, it calmed me. In another sense, it made me wonder about how true it was because when he saw in my eyes how much I wasn’t enjoying myself he just put a blindfold on me.

“I needed to see what you enjoyed and how much you could endure,” Alex said. Then, as if to answer my unspoken question, he added, “when I saw you weren’t enjoying it, I remembered back to my first time doing pain play. It was consensual, of course, but I was a teenager and I didn’t really know what I was getting into. I endured it because I didn’t want to look weak, at first. But after a little while and, surprisingly to me at the time, the more intense it got, the more I found myself enjoying it.

“If you’d not enjoyed it at all, I would have just finished and the thought of doing it again wouldn’t ever cross my mind,” Alex continued. “If you don’t enjoy it, there’d be no point in me hurting you unless you needed to be punished. I wouldn’t enjoy it because I would know you weren’t enjoying it. But I still needed to see how much resolve you had and I needed to find out if you did at some point start enjoying it.”

Alex paused for a long moment and I again grunted to show my understanding. It made sense. And I believed him completely.

“So, and you can be honest with me because there’s no wrong answer here, did you enjoy it?” Alex asked.

I thought for a long while. Maybe a full minute or two, but Alex didn’t interrupt my internal reflection on what had happened and how I felt. When I felt I was ready to answer, I took his dick out of my mouth and slowly licked the head a couple of times (for which I was rewarded with a soft “mmmm”) then spoke.

“I did,” I answered. “I didn’t at first, and I didn’t right after I’d finished cumming. I was honestly scared at first and at the very end. But I enjoyed most of it. Before you made me cum, I couldn’t decide if I wanted it to end of wanted to beg you to torture me harder.”

That made Alex chuckle, an almost relieved sound.

“I’m glad,” Alex said. “I was so worried it would make you decide you didn’t want to stay with me.”

I laughed at that, which earned a look of curiosity from him.

“I don’t know if I’m even capable of choosing to leave you at this point,” I told him plainly. “You’d have to tell me you didn’t want me and throw me out.”

When he didn’t reply but just smiled and started petting my head again, I smiled back then returned to suckling on his dick. I kept my eyes open and looked at Armando as I enjoyed the feeling of this large, soft cock in my mouth. It felt so good, and when I sucked on it a little bit it stretched and grew slightly thinner. For some reason, I really liked that. Armando’s eyes were open now and he was looking at me. When we made eye contact, I noticed his eyes smiling. His mouth was still gagged, but I could tell the expression on his face was one of happiness. 

After about 30 more minutes, me savoring the taste and feeling of Alex’s cock in my mouth, Armando grunted again and had another orgasm. As that one came to an end, Alex stopped petting my head and instead stroked my cheek for a minute before telling me he needed to get up.

He walked over and started yanking the clothesline clips off Armando’s body. Each one made the boy jerk and wince and grunt in pain. Alex seemingly ignored him (though somehow I knew he wasn’t actually ignoring him and was carefully keeping an eye on his Latino slave to make sure he wasn’t doing anything more than the boy could enjoy) and dropped each pin carelessly on the floor. Once they were all off, Alex removed the cuffs from his wrists and grabbed Armando’s arm to catch him as he collapsed to the floor. He roughly laid the Latino down and removed the ankle cuffs.

“When you can get up, go lay down in your bed and rest. In a couple of hours, you’re gonna get your little brown ass out of bed and get this mess cleaned up,” Alex said. I cringed at the cruel way he was speaking to Armando, but the look of masochistic delight on the Latino boy’s face helped me move past it. “Jackson and I are going to our room (“Our room?!?” I practically screamed internally. “Oh fucking hell yeah!”) and I’m gonna make sure he’s not hurt too badly. You do whatever you have to to take care of yourself and then get back to work. I want this room spotless the next time I see it.”

Even as I was worried about the way Alex was talking to the boy he’d just tortured, with none of the kindness or compassion or concern he’d shown me, I knew this wasn’t the first time he’d done this with Armando. He knew what his houseboy liked, and I knew now more than ever, with every fiber of my being, that he would never have left Armando there like that for so long or talked to him like that when he was in a heap on the floor, weak from the ordeal he’d just endured, if he didn’t know for certain that the Latino boy would enjoy it.

With that, he used his foot to push Armando onto his back then put that foot on his chest, obviously not applying any of his weight there but still giving the impression of standing on the Latino boy, and spit down on him before he walking away.

TW END

Alex walked back to where I was laying on the couch, my body sore but not hurting, and scooped me up into his arms.

“Ready to go to our bedroom, baby boy?” Alex asked me

I nodded and tried but couldn’t stop myself from repeating excitedly, “Our room?”

Alex beamed down at me.

“As long as that’s what you want.”

“More than anything,” I told him.

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Laying down in Alex’s bed — I mean, our bed — with the TV on, I had head back on his lap and my mouth back on his soft cock, suckling lightly. He’d gone from completely flaccid (though still long and thick enough to fill my mouth) to just mostly soft. There was just something so comforting about having that dick in my mouth, with no expectation that I make him cum. His satisfied, occasional little “mpph” sounds let me know that while the goal of me holding his cock in my mouth wasn’t the end goal it was the end result on his end. On my end, it was just comfort and enjoyment and savoring the taste and texture and fullness of his cock in my mouth. His skin was silky smooth, his cock head had little tiny ridges, his foreskin was bunched up under the head. I found myself trying to memorize every atom of his cock. 

My eyes were heavy after such an intense afternoon, so after a while I stopped fighting and closed them. Then I drifted off to sleep, Alex’s cock still in my mouth.

When I woke up I was alone in the bed, under the blankets. I laid there, taking stock. After everything that’d happened, I was surprised to find out I wasn’t any more sore than if I’d had an intense workout. My ass was still tender, my nipples a little puff and sensitive, my hole ached numbly and my muscles were a little sore, but other than that I was fine.

After a few minutes, Alex walked back into his room. I mean, our room. He was dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie, and something about that change from his normal preppy attire just made him so fucking hot to me.

“You slept through lunch and most of dinner, baby boy,” Alex said when he reached the bed and sat on the edge of it next to me. He started petting my forehead. “I guess you’ll have to get your reward for being such a good bitch during our play on Tuesday. Houseboy made dinner, so tonight we’ll just eat what he fixed and relax around the house. Tomorrow, if you’re still sure you want to keep this going, we’ll go by your place while your mother is at work and you’ll pack the things I want to keep for you and throw the rest away. But we’ll talk more about that tomorrow. For right now, let’s relax and you can think up what kinda things you want to do for your special reward day on Tuesday.”

We got to the dining room and I saw pasta, salmon filets, salad and bread that smelled freshly baked on the table, but no sign of Armando.

"Houseboy is OK, but he did such a good job today with everything I told him he should take the rest of the night to either rest or go out with friends as a reward," Alex told me. "He rarely spends time away from the apartment unless he's out doing errands for me, so even though he was reluctant to go I think he was still excited to see his friends."

I nodded, realized I probably should have been worried about whether I would ever see my friends again if I agreed to become Alex's boyfriend and simultaneously his property, then noted that before I even had the chance to worry about it Alex had very casually dispelled any potential future fear.

"So if I stay, I'll still be able to go spend time with my friends?" I asked anyway, wanting to make sure the rules would be the same for me.

"Of course," Alex said. "More often than Houseboy, too, I would imagine. If you want to. Sometimes I'll want to come along, but you'll have plenty of opportunities to go spend time with them alone."

I smiled at him as he sat me down, still completely naked except for the cage confining my cock, in my seat at the table. Once he sat down, he told me not to worry about eating at his pace tonight and to just go to the couch to watch some TV when I was done eating. I took my time and savored every bite of delicious food. Armando really was a great cook.

I'd become almost completely comfortable with being naked all the time in the apartment. The fear of being seen through one of the floor to ceiling windows was completely gone. I knew there was no way anybody else could see us up here, and even if they did I realized the fact that they were looking through our window (OUR WINDOW!! I realized as I was thinking) to see me walking around naked, it would have me so turned on.

Alex finished long before me and went to sit on the couch and turned on the TV. The mess from this afternoon was gone. It was like nothing had happened. When I went to join him, I laid my head on Alex lap and pawed at his cock, how getting fully erect, through his sweatpants.

"Alex?" I asked.

"Yes, baby boy?" Alex answered me, looking down with a knowing grin.

"Can I suck it? I wanna taste your cum again."

"Hmm," Alex said. "Say, 'Daddy, can I please, please, please suck your cock and taste your cum?' "

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

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

"Of course you can, baby boy," he answered with a broad smile.

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