Submitting to a Master's cock

I’d given my phone number to the two dominant studs who used me last Tuesday at the sauna, and had promised to satisfy them as their slave however they wished.

I wondered whether they would really follow up with the promised session at their home, but on Friday around 5.30pm my phone rang and a voice said “is that Slave Denis?”. I answered “yes sir”, and he continued “This is Master Jason. We require you tonight, at 9pm, and you will remain with us all night while we use you and share you with one of our friends. Do you understand?”

I responded “Yes sir, please tell me where I must go to be at your service” and Master Jason gave me an address in Collingwood. I was to park outside and knock on the door at 9pm, no earlier, no later, then he hung up.

Jason’s mobile number was on my recent calls list so I decided that I would invoke a safety plan, just in case these guys were not as decent as they seemed. I rang a mate, Gazza, who was straight but a good friend, and told him I was going to meet up with a couple of guys next Friday, and although I thought they were OK I wanted to give him their mobile number just in case.

I promised to ring Gazza on Saturday arvo to let him know I was ok, but if I didn’t call he should ring me and if I didn’t answer he should maybe ring the cops and give them Jason’s number. Gazza said he was worried but I assured him I had been with these two guys before but not at their home so I was just being cautious because they were dominants and I was going to be their slave for the night.

Gazza said he couldn’t imagine me being a slave to anyone, and I said “You have to try everything once buddy”.

He laughed and told me “Don’t get your hopes up, I’m not going gay for anyone.”

The next evening at a minute to nine I was parked outside the address in Collingwood. I was freshly showered, douched, lubed and clad only in a leather vest and black jeans and boots, no underwear. I took a deep breath before stepping out into the street and heading to the door of number 17.

I knocked and a moment later Master Jason opened the door. “Come inside slave, you will strip off your clothes in this room here”. I did as I was told, then Master Jason, who had watched me strip took me by the arm and propelled me gently down the corridor of their terrace house, into a larger room at the rear.

The lighting was minimal but enough to see. There were some chains hanging from big ceiling hooks, a sling, a bed and an A-frame. Master Jason motioned me to the A-Frame and clipped my wrists into soft cuffs above my head.

“Have you ever been flogged before, slave”” he asked, and I answered “No sir”.

“Then we will take you through it nice and slowly slave, and you will soon realise that pain can be pleasurable.”

It was a hot night and the room was warm. I was sweating a little when a man I hadn’t seen before stepped into the room. “This is Master James” I was told.

Master James looked about 50, was hard-bodied and heavily tattooed. He took an ice-cube from the small bowl he was carrying, stepped in front of me and began to rub the ice-clock across my sweating forehead. It felt good. “Relax” he murmured and suddenly I felt a massive thud as a set of heavy leather strips slammed across my back.

Master James continued to rub ice on my forehead and whisper calming words as further blows from the flogger landed on me. I focused on slow breathing and the erotic thought of total submission to these men, and after a while I began to feel euphoric, like I had taken some sort of drug. I moaned that it “feels so good”, and the flogging stopped. 

Master James unhooked my wrists and led me to a wide bench-like bed and told me to lie down. He threw my legs over his shoulders, applied lube to his cock, then began to slowly and rhythmically fuck me.

I was in a special place. The natural endorphins released by my body in response to the flogging had made me feel high, and the pleasure of being used by this horny man was wonderful to feel. I moaned and whimpered in ecstasy as he took his time to ride my hungry hole, frequently bending forward over me and wrapping his arms around me, sliding his tongue into my mouth and murmuring “you are mine”.

The pleasuring continued for some time till my lover began thrusting harder and faster. “You want my load, don’t you” he told me and I begged him to fill me with his semen. He pounded me harder and faster and let out a massive groan as he pumped his cum-load into me.

We lay there for minutes, his hard body resting on me and his breath ragged beside my face. Eventually he stirred and said “You will offer me your body again later tonight slave.”

I replied “I am hungry for more of your hard body, Master”. He pulled out of me, grabbed a wet-wipe and cleaned his cock briefly then threw the wipe in a small bin nearby. Then he left me alone in the room.

Or so I thought. As I looked around me I realised Master Jason was sitting off to the side. He stood, took my by the shoulder and led me into an adjacent bathroom where the lights had been dimmed. “Kneel in the shower cubicle” he ordered, and as I did so I was grateful for the rubber mat there, making it easy on my knees. 

Master Richard appeared and the two stood in front of me and started to hose me down with their piss-loads. I opened my mouth to taste their man-piss, and my cock hardened with excitement as they used me as their toilet slave.

When the two men had emptied their bladders on and in me, they told me to use the toilet and shower to get cleaned up, and I would then begin the next phase of my evening’s submission.

I did as I was told and then went to the darkened room once more. Master Richard was waiting for me and led me to the leather sling in the centre of the room. “Climb into it” he ordered and after I did so he fastened cuffs around my ankles to hold my legs high, then greased his thick cock and slid it into me. I quickly adjusted to the feeling of his sex inside me as he held a bottle of amyl to my nose and I inhaled and soon felt that familiar warmth that amyl brings.

Then Master Jason appeared, and pulled my head to one side and slid his stiff prick into my mouth. I saw a phone in his hand, he was obviously filming my face as I sucked on his cock. Then he moved around and started to film Master Richard’s cock as it pumped backwards and forwards in my insatiable hole. 

Master Richard was taking his time but soon enough he picked up the pace and began slamming into me, grunting and cursing as he did so. He yelled at me “Beg for it slave” and I called back “Please pump your load into me sir, please breed me”, and he obliged with a thrust that lifted me off the sling by several centimetres as he ejaculated into me and collapsed on top of me.

Moments later, as Master Richard withdrew, Master Jason took his place and I was quickly impaled on his long hard cock. After a few minutes of his ramming into me I muttered “Please sir, your slut needs to be filled with your hot man-juice”, and he soon climaxed inside me, grunting and swearing as he did so.

I was fairly exhausted by now, and glad when my masters told me to go lie down for a rest. I dozed off on a bed they guided me to, and maybe slept for an hour. When I woke, Master James was in front of me and he had his big cock dangling in front of my face. Obediently I opened my mouth wide and was rewarded with the taste of his sweat as he slowly worked my face.

Soon he hauled me to my feet and turned me around to face the wall. I took a deep breathe of amyl and soon he was buried in me right to the hilt. ‘Fuck baby, I want to fill you up again” he said.

I told him, “Sir, my mouth and arse are yours to use.”

He fucked me for a while, then turned us around to face the other way and I realised Master Richard was watching us. Master Richard stepped forward and offered me his cock and I swallowed it gratefully, as Master James continued to fuck my rear end.

Soon enough the hard man fucking me was shooting another load inside me, and as soon as he pulled out Master Jason appeared and began to fuck me roughly. Master Richard was still feeding his cock down my throat and I could see them leaning towards each other and tongue-kissing. They obviously got turned on by sharing a slave and I was totally blissed out by the feeling of being their fuck-boy tonight.

Soon Master Richard filled my mouth with his salty spunk and his mate quickly shot his load in my backside. After a few minutes, we disengaged and the four of us showered, me with Master James, then Master Richard with his lover Master Jason.

Master James then told me we were all going to get some sleep, and I would be sharing a bed with him. I thanked each of my masters for making their slave happy, and crawled into bed with Master James. He wrapped his muscular arm around me and told me to get some sleep as he wanted to have me again in the morning. I drifted to sleep in a fog of pleasure.

That morning I woke to feel Master James fingering my hole. I moaned with want, “Please master, will you take me and use me.”

A minute later he was buried in me, murmuring curses and sexy talk, telling me “I’m going to have you for a whole weekend of fucking, you’ll be dribbling my spunk out of your arse for days afterwards.” Soon he erupted inside me as I came in my hand, and I knew this man would be getting my phone number.

We showered and the four of us had breakfast. Master James told his mates he wanted to have me again next weekend, and I smiled to let them know I wanted that. Master Jason then said he and Master Richard would have us back at their home next Friday night and that Master James would take me home afterwards and have me to himself all weekend.

I headed outside to my car after our breakfast, buzzing with the expectation of the next weekend to come. As soon as I got home I rang my mate Gazza to let him know everything was ok. “Mate”, I said, “it was the wildest night I’ve ever had” to which he replied “Spare me the grisly details man, I’m trying to eat!”