New Experiences

EDM music booms around me in Club Dour, the “only gay club worth going to,” according to Dayton. I’ve already seen two of my classmates here tonight, but I don’t really care. They aren’t close friends of mine, and I’ve been out for years.

Dayton, Davian, and I danced on the floor, both of them grinding on me in time to the music. Davian, who knows the bouncer, was able to convince the man standing at the door to give me the stamp on my hand that would tell the bartenders I’m twenty-one, even though my birthday wasn’t for another six days. We danced and drank and made out some. I could see the jealous looks the other guys give me as Davian’s tongue slid into my mouth.

The Lyft Davian ordered for me pulled up outside but before I get in, Davian gave me his number and told me to wait for his text.

“I don’t want you to so much as touch your cock until the next time we meet, you got that?” he ordered. He didn’t say the trigger word, but I didn’t care. I’d still obey the order. I nodded and he slapped my ass as I got into the SUV waiting for me.

That was ten days ago. Ten days of not hearing a single word from any of them. Ten days of not jerking off or having sex. It was easy enough at first, the excitement of letting my cum build up and the thought of them coaxing it out of me in an explosion of pleasure. As they days dragged on, it got more and more difficult to wait it out. I’ve been checking my phone incessantly, hoping to see a message from Davian telling me to come over.

The worst part was my twenty-first birthday. I had gone out with Samantha and some other friends. We went out to a bar and I’d been given so many free drinks, I’d lost count well before I was throwing up in the street, then had gone back inside for more drinks. A tall and gorgeous Asian man had hit on me, telling me I could come back to his place, but I turned him down. Not that I was exclusive to my masters, but I was ordered not to touch my cock by Davian, and I assumed that meant other people couldn’t either.

Right now, I’m sitting at the desk in my dorm room, trying to ignore my roommate, Todd, who’s blowing bubbles with his gum. He has this weird ability to blow a bubble against his teeth and make it pop ten times in a row. Under normal circumstances, it doesn’t bother me, but I’m so pent up with sexual frustration, I can’t help it.

Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop.

“Dude, fucking quit that, will you?” I snap.

Pop.

I know that last one was an accident, but I can’t help glaring at him.

“Sorry,” he says. “What’s wrong with you lately? You usually don’t care about my gum.”

“I’ve just been…frustrated lately.”

“Maybe you should get laid,” he suggests offhandedly. “Find some cute dude and get your rocks off. It always works for me. But, you know…with a chick.”

Todd isn’t homophobic, but he always seems to need to remind me that he isn’t gay, as if I didn’t already know. One of the posters on the wall on his side of the dorm room is an entirely nude woman, with her tits oiled up and a ridiculous look on her face. I don’t really care that it’s there, although I did hang a tasteful nude man on my wall. It’s a drawing that Samantha made. Her hyper-realistic pencil shading looks like a true black-and-white photograph of a sexy man, who I just now realized looks a lot like Davian.

Todd is my height and build, but with light-hair and brown eyes. He’s attractive enough, although I’m not attracted to him.

“I’m just trying to get this paper finished,” I say, turning back to my laptop. My currently four-page essay, which is supposed to be ten pages by Monday evening, is on the topic of Social Media Based Multimedia Marketing and its Affect on Business Infrastructure. My major is Business Management with a minor in Marketing. It’s riveting stuff…

“So? Just leave for an hour, go to that gay club you were at a couple of weeks ago and find that dude. Damian, or whatever his name was.”

“Davian,” I correct.

I did not tell Todd about the whole sex slave thing, but I did tell him about being at the club with Davian, and used pining over him as an excuse not to hook up with some rando. It was partially true, anyway.

“I told you, Todd. I got his number. He just hasn’t texted me yet.”

“And have you texted him?”

I don’t answer. I’m just staring at a blank space on the screen in the margins of my essay. This was something I hadn’t thought about. Would they be mad? Would I seem too eager? Maybe they’d punish me for messaging them, which could be good. Unless the punishment was making me wait longer… Still, I couldn’t help letting my mind wander to the thought of Davian forcing my hands behind my back while he—

“Char?” Todd says, snapping me from my reverie. I look at him. “Just text him, dude.” He looks back at the book he was reading: The Hunger Games. I like to read, but he’s reread the series at least four times since we started rooming together this year.

I turn my attention away from him and back to my essay, although I don’t start typing. I realize I’m staring at the same spot on my laptop screen as before. I know it’s the same spot because there’s something on the screen. I use my finger to wipe it away and end up smudging a fingerprint on it. Oh well.

I glance back at Todd before pulling out my phone. Although he isn’t paying attention to me, he’s probably smirking behind his book, knowing what I’m doing. I pull up my messages, open a new conversation with Davian, and stare at my phone. I watch the little blue cursor blink in and out on the screen as if it’s taunting me for not know what to type. It takes me five minutes which feel like an eternity to come up with:

Hey Davian. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime.

I hit send before I can stop myself and drop my phone hurriedly onto my desk. I glance back at Todd, who’s looking at me with an odd expression on his face.

“What?” I ask, realizing I sound defensive.

“Nothing,” he says with a small shrug before putting his nose back into The Hunger Games.

For the next two hours, I continue to work on my essay. By this time, I’m alone in the room, Todd having gone off with some of his friends to a frat party. I’d go with them, but I really need to finish this essay. I’ve been doing nothing else for the last two hours and have only written another page. Okay, fine, I have also been checking my phone every thirty seconds or so. It’s not hard to guess that Davian hasn’t answered my message. In fact, he hasn’t even read it. I can see the little tag under it, telling me it’s been delivered.

Eventually, I give up on my paper for today and, as ridiculous as it is, I stare at the little Delivered, driving myself crazy. Then, it changes to Read.

My heart literally skips a beat as my breath leaves my body. The little bubble with the “…” appears in it and a moment later, his message appears on my screen.

It’s about time, slave. We’ve been waiting for you to come begging for it. We thought we’d have to come drag you back to our house.

It’s all I can do not to cream my pants right here and now, I’m so pent up. I hastily reply.

When do you want me to come over master?

The message instantly turns to read, so I know he’s looking at it. Seconds pass by, then a minute. It’s only been sixty seconds or so, but it feels like my entire lifetime has eclipsed me again when his message hits my screen.

Right fucking now.

I know he wanted me to get there immediately, but I knew I needed to clean out before I went to their house. If the last two times were anything to judge by, I’d be tasting my own ass and I wanted it to be as sanitary as possible. Not as dirty, but I happen to think cleanliness is sexy.

I pull up to his house and walk up to the door to find Tanner standing by it outside.

“Obey,” he says the second he sees me. Like that, I’m his to do with whatever he wants. “You sure took your fucking time. Get inside.”

I got here in less than thirty minutes, and the drive is nearly twenty minutes to get here, but I don’t say anything to him.

Inside the living room, Davian and Dayton are sitting on the couch. I can see my bowtie on the living room table.

“We’ve imposed a new rule,” Dayton says. “Whenever you’re in slave mode, you must be in uniform. That’s the bowtie.”

“Just the bowtie,” Davian says. “Now get dressed.”

“Undressed is more like it,” Tanner says with a chuckle.

Even though Tanner hasn’t seen me naked yet, I don’t feel abashed at all when I take my clothes off. I reach down for the bowtie, but Davian grabs my wrist.

“On your knees,” he orders. I obey without question. He releases my hand and I secure the bowtie around my neck when I feel something on the side of my head. I’m forced to the ground and realize Tanner is standing above me, his foot on the side of my face, forcing my head down. It’s turned to the side and my bare ass is in the air.

“You took your time getting back to us,” Tanner says. “That’s not a good boy. Explain yourself.”

I’ve never been in this position before, but I like it. My cock is already stiffening, and I don’t even like feet like that.

“I’m sorry, Masters,” I say, making sure to include all of them, “I assumed you would reach out to me.”

I sense, rather than see, Davian and Dayton get up. One of them leaves the room and I realize it’s Dayton as Davian speaks.

“I thought we were friends,” Davian says in an almost-sad voice. “We are friends, aren’t we, Charlie?”

“Yes, Master,” I say. I know Davian prefers this over sir.

“And friends keep in contact with other friends. Next time we don’t reach out, you come begging for it from us. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Let him up, Tan,” Davian says. “But stay on your hands and knees, Charlie,” he orders as Tanner lifts his foot.

“Let’s get him up on the couch,” Tanner suggests. This was something that happened last time. Their orders slightly conflicted with each other’s, but I knew what to do. Tanner’s order was last, so I move to follow it. Davian’s hand clamps around my throat, not cutting off my airway, but just the blood to my brain.

“He was talking to me, slave,” he says. I had not anticipated this. “That’s going to be extra.” I don’t make sense of this, but I know better than to say anything. “Still, he has a point. Get on the couch, hands on the back, and spread your legs apart.

I do as I’m told, sitting with my knees on the couch, gripping the backs. I don’t know what they intend to do with me, but I’m already rock-hard.

Dayton comes back into the room and I see he’s carrying a large paddle that’s filled with holes. Somehow, my dick gets even harder when I see it.

“Tanner,” Dayton says, holding the paddle out to him. “You haven’t had the pleasure, I believe. Why don’t you go first?”

“Don’t mind if I do,” Tanner says, grabbing the paddle. He steps toward me and grabs a fistful of my hair, then bends my head back and whispers in my ear.

“Beg me for it, bitch.”

“Please, sir, please,” I beg. “I’ve been bad and I need to be punished.” I don’t know what makes me say the next sentence, but I know I want him to: “Make it hurt, Master.”

Thwap! 

I didn’t see it coming, didn’t even see his arm raise. The paddle comes down, slapping hard against both of my cheeks. The moan that escapes my lips is loud in the silent room. I hadn’t even realized that Tanner had released my head. I turn to look back at him and see Davian and Dayton behind him, removing their clothes.

Thwap!

The second blow comes like the first, without warning. I grip the back of the couch tightly and groan in absolute pleasure.

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

Each hit sends a torrent of pleasure gushing throughout my body, each one accompanied by a moan. Then I feel a hand on my ass. Without even looking, I somehow know it’s Tanners.

“A little break, I think,” he says, rubbing my ass with circular motions. He steps back and I look at him. He’s now taking his clothes off, too. Davian and Dayton are already completely naked. It doesn’t take long for Tanner, who was already wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt, to remove his clothes. I stare at the three of them, standing there naked. A moment later, Davian steps forward and takes the paddle from Tanner.

“Ten days you made us wait for this,” Davian says. “So you get ten spanks.”

I had already gotten five from Tanner, so I owed five more.

“I understand, Master,” I say. Without warning, Tanner steps up onto the couch and sits on the back, right in front of me.

“You’re going to suck my cock while he spanks you,” Tanner says, “and don’t you dare bite down.”

“Yes—”

Thwap!

My mouth opens as I moan in pleasure and Tanner takes advantage, grabbing the back of my head and forcing my open mouth onto his cock. It’s lucky I’ve gotten used to deepthroating by now, because Tanner doesn’t take it easy. He holds my head, shoving my nose all the way into his pubes. His cock isn’t as long or as thick as either Dayton’s or Davian’s, but the aroma of his ball sweat is intoxicating. It smells as though the sweat pants were doing its job.

Thwap!

I make sure my mouth doesn’t close when the blow comes, but I slide my mouth off Tanner’s cock anyway and work my way back down his shaft.

“Oh, fuck yeah, you dirty boy,” Tanner says. “You like that, don’t you?”

I moan assent around his dick and he pulls my head off his dick, forcing me to look up at him.

Thwap!

Not being able to tell when the blows are coming makes this even more exciting for me.

“Yeah, you do like that. Tell me you’re a dirty boy,” Tanner says with a purr.

“I’m a dirty boy, Master.”

He spits in my face, not bothering to make me open my mouth and uses his cock to spread the saliva around. Then he pulls himself up farther.

“Those sweatpants really brewed up a storm down there. Lick me clean,” he says. I obey, licking the salty, sweet-smelling, delicious sweat from his ballsack. He’s leaning back farther, using the foot or so of space behind the couch to bring his balls up farther. I suck one into my mouth and he says, “Oh, fuck yes, slave. Just like that.” I suck his ball harder into my mouth, rolling my tongue around it before letting it drop.

Thwap!

It’s lucky I didn’t have Tanner’s ball in my mouth when that last one hit. My ass was stinging, and Davian clearly realized.

“Perhaps we’ve been a bit too rough with it,” he says. I register that he called me an “it”. I don’t know why, but I love it. Tanner doesn’t seem to be paying attention to them. He’s got eyes only for me.

“Lick my fucking hole,” he says. I obey, sliding my tongue over his hole. He groans as it slides over the opening of his ass, probing the delicate skin. His ass is sweaty, too, but thankfully it isn’t ripe. It tastes clean. It tastes delicious. “In…side,” he groans. I know what he means. I place my lips against his hole and shove my tongue inside, swirling it in the opening. He’s rocking his ass into my mouth, forcing my tongue deeper inside him as he groans with pleasure.

Davian gives my ass a little slap with his hand, stinging the area, but not making it hurt too much more.

“We’ll call that even,” he says. Without warning, I feel his hands on my ass cheeks and he starts kissing all over. No, not just Davian, but Dayton as well. Both of them are at my ass, kissing the raw flesh as I probe my tongue deeper and deeper into Tanner’s asshole.

“Make sure you don’t touch his cock,” Dayton says as Davian uses his tongue to soothe the flesh they’ve smacked raw. “Remember, he hasn’t touched himself in ten days.”

“How can we be sure?” Davian asks. “Have you?”

I let my tongue slide from Tanner’s ass long enough to say, “No.” Tanner won’t let me stop. He grips my hair and pulls me back and my tongue slides in easily.

Behind me, I feel two tongues running over my ass cheeks before they find their way to my hole. Their tongues are sliding over the hole, each of them fighting for dominance, likely running over each other in the process. We stay like this for several beautiful, blissful, hot fucking minutes, until Tanner pulls me away.

“I want you to fuck me,” he says to me.

I’m not usually a top, but I’m so fucking horny I need to get some release.

“Yes, Master,” I say.

“With all that licking, you’re probably already ready to slide into him, not to mention the amount of precum on your cock,” Dayton says.

I look down and see that he’s right. Precum is gushing from the tip of my cock and running down the shaft. I use my hand and swirl it over the tip, spreading it down to the base. Tanner dismounts the back of the couch and shoves me down, then straddles me. I think Dayton likes to watch, because he’s in a chair off to the side, slowly stroking his cock while watching the action, although I’m sure he’ll join at some point.

Davian climbs on the couch in front of me as Tanner positions himself. He slides onto my cock, letting out small curses as he adjusts to it. Meanwhile, Davian slips his cock into my mouth and starts to gently thrust into my throat. I let him, sucking on him while looking up into his eyes.

“That’s a good little slave,” he says.

Tanner starts to move up and down my cock, going slowly at first, then gaining speed. It isn’t long before he’s bouncing. I can tell somehow that, while he’s riding me, his face is in Davian’s ass, eating him out. All this action and ten days of none sends me over the edge. I moan around Davian’s cock as Tanner rides me, bouncing up and down on my dick.

As if he can sense that I’m about to cum, Davian climbs off and watches the action happening between me and Tanner, who now has my head in his hands. He forces our foreheads together and stares into my eyes as my cock swells. I can feel the force of my cum shooting inside his ass, filling him up. He slows down and kisses me gently before dismounting, then bends over on the couch, sitting doggy style.

“Flip over,” Davian says. “Your turn.”

I look quizzically at Tanner, who turns back.

“Eat your cum out of my hole, bitch,” he says.

Holy fuck! I think.

I immediately assume the same position as Tanner and look at his ass. Already, some of my cum is leaking out of the hole. I lick it up into my mouth, tasting its saltiness.

“Save it for me,” Tanner says, so I don’t swallow.

Behind me, I hear the click of a lube bottle being opened and know what’s about to happen. A moment later, Davian slides his entire cock into my ass without letting me adjust. It burns, but I like it. Davian gets a firm grip on either side of my hips and thrusts in and out of me, pulling out occasionally before slamming, balls-deep, back into me.

I push my tongue into Tanner’s hole and find it filled with cum. It isn’t difficult to suck it from his hole, although it’s swollen with the effort of me fucking him. He turns around and slides his head under mine, opening his mouth. I spit the mass of cum into his mouth and he swallows part of it before pooling it up on his tongue, pulling me down to him, and slipping it into my mouth. The taste of my own seed explodes in my mouth, causing me to shudder. When he exits my mouth, Tanner bites my upper lip, as he’s upside down from my perspective.

“Let me get some of that action,” Dayton says.

I look behind me and see him and Davian at my hole. Davian pulls out, Dayton goes in, then he pulls out, and Davian goes in. They take turns thrusting into my hole and it’s sending me over the edge. Eventually, Davian steps back and Dayton flips me over. He puts my left leg over his shoulder, pulls me to him, and slams the whole of his cock into me. As his flesh pounds against mine, I feel the area of my ass that endured the spanking smart Dayton’s hand wraps around my throat as he fucks me, slamming into me with wonton abandon.

Then, something happens to me that’s never happened before: I cum again, but nobody is touching my dick. Another spurt of hot semen shoots up into my face, some of it landing in my mouth. Davian dips down and licks my cum from my body then starts making out with me. Our saliva and my cum mix together as his tongue runs over mine.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum!” Dayton exclaims. He shoves deep into me and I feel him explode inside me. His warm seed spreads inside my hole. I’m exhausted, but I know I’m not done yet.

“Good. Let me finish up,” Davian says. He takes the position Dayton has now abandoned and shoves inside me. He looks into my eyes as he thrusts, filling me with his cock and pulling back. I can feel Dayton’s cum as it’s coating Davian’s cock and sliding down my ass crack. Davian doesn’t take long. As always, he seems to want to cum in my mouth.

“Finish me off,” he said, sitting down. I swallow his cock into my mouth, tasting my ass and Dayton’s cum. In just three strokes of his cock, Davian grabs the back of my head and shoves his cock into the back of my throat where he unloads. I suck down every single drop, then lick his cock clean, even licking the cum that’s dripped onto his ballsack before doing the same for Dayton.

I think that we’re all done, until I remember that Tanner hasn’t cum yet. When I look at him, however, I see that he was jerking off while watching me and Davian. His load is on his chest and stomach.

“Damn, guys,” he says to his roommates, “you weren’t kidding—he is fucking amazing.”

“Thank you, sir,” I say, out of breath but making sure I stay in slave mode until I get the release word, which Dayton gives me a moment later.

“Release,” he says.

I get back to my dorm that night and fall asleep the second my heads hits the pillow. The next morning, I get up early, feeling more energized than I have in a long time and finish my paper in a few hours.

“See?” Todd says when I tell him about meeting up with Davian. I don’t think I’ll tell him about Dayton or Tanner. “I told you, all you needed was to get laid.”