Taken

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

I woke to find Master sitting in the armchair in my bedroom. I sat up quickly, thinking maybe I was late or in some kind of trouble.

“Take it easy” he said. “The house isn't on fire”. He was smiling at me, waving his hand to indicate I should lay back down. I propped myself up a bit with my pillows, and lay on my side so I could look at Master.

“Always so keen to please......” he said, almost to himself. “How do you feel this morning?”

I thought about it. I reached back and then realised that Master would be able to see what I was doing under the covers, so I quickly returned my hands under the pillow. I glanced over at him and he was still smiling. “Touching is the best way to find out” he said, obviously amused at my embarrassment.

I reached back again and felt around my opening. It felt pretty good. I probed a bit, pushing the tip of a finger inside. It didn’t feel sore this morning, or not enough to worry about anyway. “I think I'm all good, Master” I said. “If I use a bit of ointment this morning, I'll be fine. Thank you Master”.

“Among a few other things, it’s what I am here for” he said. I liked the idea that someone was here for me. I hadn't had that..... well, ever.

Long minutes passed with Master sat in the chair staring at me lying in bed under the covers. Every minute or so I would look at him, then lower my eyes. After maybe ten self-conscious minutes he spoke. “I need to know, are you prepared to be a tame slave?” He asked. It was a conversational tone. A genuine question.

I looked up at him, but I didn’t know what to say. Was I tame? What did that mean?

“You may speak freely while we talk like this” he said.

“I don’t know how to answer. I don’t know what you mean, master” I said. Master looked at me and frowned and I wondered for a moment if I had made him angry. He spoke again.

“My master has..... some decisions to make. I want you to help us to make the right decisions.”

“First, you should know that we do not ordinarily take boys and girls such as you and compel them to serve against their will. We try to operate on a slightly more ethical basis, if there is such a thing. For reasons that I will not - no, cannot - go into right now we have broken our own rules in your case. We can talk about that another time, but not now. The bottom line is that we have actually done what we thought was best for you. It’s good for us too, that’s true, but I want you to know that your value and the idea of repaying a debt was not the only consideration. Not by far. We have known..... about you for a long time.”

I sat up on the bed cross-legged. This was new information and I needed to pay attention. More, I wanted Master to see that I was paying attention.

Usually we put boys to work with the highest bidders and our regular clients. We have certain rules and as long as a client operates within them, we don't ask questions. The client can do pretty much whatever he wants with the boy. Or boys. That’s the deal.”

“But..... your value is unusually high. You’re young and very pretty. Unusually so. You’re naturally smooth and you must know that you look younger than you. And not to put too fine a point on it, you are very tight. There's a naivety to you and I think you could act naive even if you weren't. These attributes combined fetch big money for reasons that I think are obvious. If you agree to be a tame slave we can pair you exclusively with clients who don’t want to fight for sex, who want a totally compliant boy who is guaranteed to do as he is instructed. Now, that’s worth a heck of a lot to people in this market.” Master paused. “You have any questions so far?” He asked.

I thought for a moment. I wanted to choose my words carefully. “Yes, Master” I said. “I have two questions if that’s alright. I wondered what you meant when you said you had known about me for a long time....”

Master interrupted me. “Yes I thought you’d ask that. It’s not a conversation for today. We’ll get to it, I promise you that, but not today.” He said. It was what I expected, but I had to ask. I wondered what the mystery was about. “Next question” he asked, and he smiled at me. I knew that was his way of saying ‘move on’ and don't go back.

“Thank you master” I said. “You said it’s better if I am compliant. I don’t really understand that. Aren’t I supposed to be compliant anyway? I thought I would be beaten if I misbehaved?” I said. I quickly added “Master”.

Master smiled again. I liked his smile. He sat back, then nodded. “It’s a good question,” he said. “You might look immature but you grasp things more quickly than most boys of your age and experience. I will do you the courtesy of answering you honestly as I see things, but a word of warning: this is deeply personal stuff. How I think and feel...... well, it’s not going to be the same as you. You understand that?” I did. I nodded.

“In theory, yes, you would be punished for refusing to do something or for stepping out of line. But we’re pragmatic people. There are always times when a boy is insolent, doesn't want to do something....... sometimes he plays up because the client is an asshole.... you name it, it happens. We deal in people and people are not always predictable. Most regular clients do not expect our boys to be completely submissive and in fact a large proportion of clients like having to get their boy into line. They deal with minor issues themselves in the moment and they rarely report it to us. It’s part of the thrill. These boys are not 'resistant’, they’re just human and sometimes they get pushed too far.

But here’s the fundamental difference between an ordinary boy and being tame. It might feel like small difference, but i assure you it is not.” Master paused to gather his thoughts, then continued with his explanation.

“The best way I can explain it is like this: Your situation has changed. Last week you were a free boy doing schoolwork. This week you..... are not. You cannot change the situation. You are not in control. I am.”

I gulped. This was brutal honesty.

“So, as I see it there are two paths before you. You can act like your situation changed against your will. In your mind you will fixate on the fact that you are a captive, that we are selling your body for sex against your will, that you hate me and all who come near you. If that’s how you feel, eventually you’ll do something about it. Probably something stupid. In that scenario, I will have to treat you as though we’re holding you captive and selling your body for sex against your will. That means spending more time in restraints. We’ll ensure you are paired with clients capable of defending themselves in case you fail to comply or become difficult. Those people tend to be bigger, stronger, and more capable of doing you harm. They are more willing to do you harm, too.“

“Now, the other path is agreeing to accept your situation whether it was your choice or not. If you agree to be a tame boy, you’re agreeing to be compliant without question. Agreeing to be tame doesn't mean you have to forget. You can still hate me with every fibre of your body if you want to” he smiled. “Tameness is agreeing - at worst - to put all that to one side, if you think you are able. At best it’s fully accepting that...... your life is better now than it was.” He said that last part in a way that really made me think. “You might have other reasons, too” he said.

“Other reasons, Master?” I asked.

Master tilted his head to one side. “That first night, with me. Did you want it? Did you enjoy it?”

I was lost for words. On one hand, I had enjoyed sex with Master that night. He had held me, been passionate with me in a way I never expected and had never experienced before. I had felt warm, secure and wanted, not just as a piece of ass for sale, but almost as a lover. But it sounded stupid when I said these things in my head and I still had a hangup about liking anything ‘gay’, at least out loud. After all, how did I know what a lover felt like? Wasn’t I really just a prisoner being used for sex?

Master must have read my mind. He said “At some point you need to be honest with yourself and forget how your grandfather brought you up. Unfortunately you don’t have the luxury of time to find yourself and I am sorry about that. I really am. If you hate me for the other night, if you did not enjoy our time together, if you felt raped...... it’s okay to say it. I won’t punish you for saying that.”

I didn’t though. As he said those words about hate and rape it was so clear in my head. It was neither of those things. I had to correct him. I had to own up. “But I wanted it!” I blurted out. “I liked it!” I turned bright red and hid my face behind my hands in shame.

Master Johns came over to me and took my hands. He lowered them to my lap and looked at my blushing face. “I enjoyed it too...... more than...... it doesn’t matter.” He said. After a short pause he said “The point is, if you can admit to yourself that you enjoyed our time together, maybe you’ll realise that you have enjoyed some of your clients so far, too? And if you have enjoyed them, maybe you’ll enjoy others? If you haven’t enjoyed everything, maybe you can at least take some enjoyment from them?”

I squeezed my eyes shut. I wanted so badly to admit that I had enjoyed so much of these new experiences, that I felt like I was living out a teenage fantasy, but my shame kept me from finding the right words.

“Let me tell you my ulterior motive.” He said. “I told you I was trying to look out for you. Well……. clients who go for tame boys are less likely to be rough. They’re less likely to hurt you. I can’t promise, you understand, because some clients enjoy the controlling aspect of what they’re doing…… but the odds are better. Far better.” He smiled as he straightened my fringe with his fingers.

“Something to consider.” Said Master. “In many ways you are already acting as if you were tame. That’s....... rare. It’s really very rare. Most boys...... well, most boys take a lot longer to adjust even when they choose this life for themselves. You have adjusted remarkably quickly, even if your over-active mind is telling you otherwise.” He went back to sitting in the armchair. “I guess you have had little in the way of love in your life. I...... I know what that’s like. Maybe your choice is this: do you want your clients to offer you the love and affection that perhaps you crave, or is the love you crave of a different sort and incompatible with your situation?”

I opened my mouth without thinking. “I am sure my clients don’t love me. They just pay to stick their cocks in me!” It was an angry statement that came from my frustration and confusion.

Master wasn’t angry with me. “Maybe you're right. Maybe you’re a commodity that they paid a very, very high price for. A platinum-priced whore” he said, choosing his words carefully. “But maybe this is how these people love. Maybe they look at you and feel something great for a short while, something you bring out of them that no-one else can. Maybe that’s enough. But if you’re tame, you’re agreeing to take whatever is given, no matter what. Think about it while I grab a breakfast tray for you.”

He stood and walked to the door. I opened my mouth and words came tumbling out. I had not thought about what I was saying, but it was true and for some reason I needed to say it. “I don’t hate you, Master” I said. And I didn’t. It was stupid and fucked up and I couldn't really explain how I felt. All I knew is that Master had been kinder to me, despite everything, than anyone in my life.

Master looked me in the eye and I saw sadness and pity in his eyes. I lowered my gaze and I heard him sigh. He said simply “I'll be back in fifteen minutes”.

I closed my eyes. I was so torn. I never asked to be in this position, but here I was. I knew I should agree to being a tame boy. I knew in my heart that it was the right path for me. I just didn’t want to be beaten or abused and I knew that no matter which path I took, there was always the chance that a client would want something of me that I didn't not want to give. The question was, could I just..... do it? If a client wanted to beat me, could I just stand there and take it?

I thought about my life, too. I had always forced myself to believe that I was okay, that things could be worse, but I always knew deep down that my situation was crappy. It seemed very strange to say that my life now was better, but it did actually feel better. I knew I couldn't just walk out of the door, but if I was honest I couldn’t do that before, either. But I was living out fantasies that I had held in secret for years. I did feel something for this big rough man who seemed so much more than I had first thought. And something odd was going on here. I felt like I was on the fringe secrets that I couldn’t get to the bottom of.

Already master was back. He stood over me, and asked one last time: “boy, are you tame?”

I looked up at him. I had stopped the tears now. I was as sure as I could be. In a slightly croaky voice, I answered “yes Master, I am tame”.

He smiled. He nodded. “Good.” He continued to look down at me for a long time, as if trying to decide something. “I would not have wanted to treat you any other way. I must be going soft, or maybe those big blue eyes have hypnotised me, too......”. He handed me the tray and watched me as I ate. Half way through he seemed decided that he wanted to say something. He cleared his throat and said “I want you to know, I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want you to feel like we’re doing this against your will - I know we are, in every way that counts” he added. “But genuinely, I want you to know that I will look after you.”

I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say. Master’s words just added to my confusion. How was keeping me captive and putting me to work as a sex slave the best thing for me? And now they had done that to me, why was he trying so hard to be friendly and make it easier on me? Was it just some ploy to make me like him and do what he wanted? As usual, a little voice in my head had answers to all these questions and more. Maybe you don’t know everything? Maybe he genuinely likes you? Didn’t he ask about whether you would be tame? He’s involving you, not just instructing you. I started to think I was going crazy.

He cleared everything away and stood ready to leave. Before he did, he said “Your first client will be after midday today. You will have another client this evening. Do you understand?”

“Yes master. I understand. Do I need to be aware of anything for these two clients, master?” I asked, caught somewhere between nervous and excited.

“Now that we have the measure of you, these clients are high rollers if they don’t look like they are. All your clients going forward will be wealthy and in some cases powerful people. The first client is a regular customer. Remember the things we have discussed. You will do well. Tonight there is a card game downstairs in this house. You will serve as the entertainment. There will be four or five men, older men, and they will want to play with you. They can be a rowdy bunch, but they’re mostly okay. You might feel shy, but you will be fine.”

I gulped. That seemed like maybe 6 clients, not 2!

“You will service your first client here in this room. I will give you a nightshirt to wear. This man generally likes compliant young boys, so play on that. The nightshirt will seem very old fashioned to you but be assured it’s what he likes.”

I waited a moment before asking, “and tonight, master?”

“Tonight you will wear just underwear, which I will provide for you. These men will almost certainly strip you naked very quickly anyway. They will want to see you and to play with you. Clothing will simply get in the way.”

* * * * *

I sat on the bed dressed in a white linen nightshirt. It was like something from a Charles Dickens novel, lacing up at the front from chest to neck. It was long, right down to my lower leg. It had a frilly hem and the same frilly pattern at the neck. It had long sleeves and was very loose fitting. I was naked underneath.

I was terribly nervous again. This was my first client since Master and I had spoken. I didn’t know what to expect. I had been playing through different scenarios for half an hour at least, each one worse than the next. My cock and balls had shrivelled to nothing because of my nerves. I do let know why I felt so different, but the conversation with Master, and the promise I had made, was playing on my mind.

I heard footsteps on the stairs. There were muffled voices. I think one was my master. The voices stopped but footsteps got closer. I already knew that my master would not be here and that I would be alone with the client, so assumed he had shown the client where to go and was now returning to whatever he did downstairs.

The door opened and a large man stepped through. He looked at me and smiled broadly. “Hello boy” he said. “Come here and say hello to an old fat man”. He seemed nice enough. He was smiling and his eyes were gleaming. He was about average height, with a fat belly and big fat red cheeks. He had big hands and fat fingers like sausages. He was dressed in a shirt that seemed quite like my nightshirt, and a pair of saggy tracksuit pants.

“Yes, sir” I said as I stood immediately and went to him. He pulled me close, catching me in a massive bear hug. He wasn’t a tall man, but he was looking down on me. He raised my chin with a hand and kissed me on the mouth. While he kissed me he opened his mouth wide, forcing my lips open and pushing his tongue in to explore. He kept one hand on my face, while the other slowly moved down my back to my ass. He groped my buttocks, letting his hand slide into my crack, squeezing and pressing through the light fabric all the time. I could feel he was getting hard as he kissed me. I decided this wasn’t so bad, and I let my mouth fall open and I kissed back. I had never been kissed like this before and I liked it once I had let myself go a little.

Eventually the man pulled away, a line of spit breaking as we broke apart. He licked his lips and rubbed his groin. “Such a good boy to greet me that way. And so pretty and soft. Prettier even than they said you would be. How are you boy?” He asked, showing no embarrassment about the erection in his pants.

“I am very well sir” I answered brightly. I wanted to be good here make this guy turned on, so I took the opportunity to add a little. “I am so pleased to see someone with such a bright smile. Thank you for coming to see me, sir” I said, trying to look as shy as I could.

“Ho ho!” The man laughed. “Excellent. Excellent! “. He took a half step forward and placed his hand on my cheek. He adjusted my fringe, and ran a finger down the bridge of my nose. He let his finger drop off the tip of my nose to my lips, where he pushed it inside my mouth. I let him, letting my jaw hang slack for him. He took his finger away and I pouted, so he smiled and brought his hand back up and stuck in his thumb instead. I sucked it, alternating between a hard suck and a wet, sloppy lick with my tongue.

While I sucked his thumb, the man ran his other hand up and down my side. With each pass he got lower and lower until he was at my bottom. Instead of grabbing my ass again, he moved to the front to fondle between my legs. He was gentle and he knew how to get a reaction from my body. I was hard very quickly, which he seemed to enjoy.

“I don’t often say this, but you are going to be worth what I paid. I have never seen such a pretty boy. So soft and such good manners. Come, I am tired from all those steps and I need to sit myself down on that bed over there. Will you come and keep me company? Maybe we can find some games to play?” The man had quite a high voice but it was thick with sex when he spoke.

As he withdrew his thumb from my mouth, I smiled. “Of course I will come and play, sir” I said. “You know I would do anything for you” I knew I was ad-libbing and I flushed red, embarrassed at what I was saying. The man seemed to like that even more. He put his arm around me, his hand firmly on my bottom, and we walked to the bed.

“Help me just take these old things off” he said. “So that I can sit on here and be comfortable”. He kicked off the sandals he was wearing on his feet and then he started to tug at his pants.

I got down on my knees in front of him and helped to pull down his tracksuit pants. He leaned on my shoulder as he stepped out of them. He was wearing loose-fitting boxer shorts underneath. I took the initiative and I started to pull them down, too. I knew I wasn’t supposed to speak unless spoken to, but I figured this guy might be easy going if I stuck to what he wanted. Master mentioned role-playing and anticipating client’s desires, didn’t he? This client seemed to want to pretend that we were friends. I plucked up the courage, knowing it might get me a slap: “I’ll take these too, sir, so that you can really relax” I said. I said it quietly, partly trying to be sexy, partly because I was worried about how he’d respond.

“Good boy” he said to my enormous relief. “It will save us a job later, eh?”

“Shall I help you with your shirt, sir?” I asked innocently.

“No, no. Come now, I don’t like to show off all my body.” He seemed to be irritated now. I had never met this guy before. How was I supposed to know that? I thought for a second and guessed that maybe he was embarrassed because of his size or something. I decided that I would try to get him back in the right frame of mind, but I realised that I was knew to this and everything I said risked creating a problem.

“I am sorry sir!” I said, looking at embarrassed at my error as I could. “I just can’t help myself around you. I do so love the feeling of a warm, naked body against mine, sir, that’s all sir”. I took his cock in both hands. It was above average sized, I guess, but very symmetrical with a long head like a snake. Although this man had folds of fat, his cock stuck out nicely and it was easy to get to. I stroked him a bit, and kissed the head. I could see a tiny blob of precum forming, so I stuck my tongue into his peehole and gently licked. Very, very slowly I pushed my head forward, letting the cock part my lips. I sucked hard, creating a vacuum in my mouth as I took him all the way down to the base, swirling my tongue the entire time.

It seemed to work. He was smiling again. He tousled my hair and played with my ear. “Come, no offence taken. Help me up onto the bed so I can sit and we can play”. I pulled back from his cock and helped him to climb onto the bed. It had been pushed back to the wall. There was no headboard but he was able to sit upright with his back to the wall. His legs were halfway open and his shirt rode up, leaving his hard penis on display. It wasn’t anything like as big as Master’s, but it wasn’t small and looked good standing out there. I was fascinated by it.

I was at a bit of a loss now. I didn’t know what to do next and I wasn’t sure how far I should push speaking when I hadn’t been asked a question. Fortunately the man came to my rescue and he grabbed hold of my arm and pulled me to him. I was on my knees beside the man, and he pulled me in for another long, deep kiss. I ran my hand up his leg while he forced his tongue into my mouth. My hand edged closer to his ever-hardening cock. He was kissing me harder and harder and it was making me incredibly horny.

I reached the top of his chubby thigh and softly fondled his balls and his cock, copying what he had done to me earlier. With each stroke he kissed me more passionately, our mouths wide open, our tongues exploring each other.

After long minutes of kissing and touching, he took me and pulled me closer. He turned me around and lay me so that I had my back to him, between his outspread legs, my head laying on the rolls of fat at his belly. He reached down with both hands, running them all over my body. He touched my nipples, caressed my belly, and fondled my cock all through the fabric of the nightshirt. I was harder than I think I had every been. He gradually grabbed folds of fabric, pulling my nightshirt up higher and higher, above my knee, my thighs, then finally revealing my penis. He stopped playing with the nightshirt and ran his hands between my legs. He prized them apart, encouraging me gently to open my legs and bring my knees up to improve his access to whatever he wanted in my groin.

I moaned very softly. It was an involuntary sound full of pleasure. I liked this guy. My nerves had gone completely now.

The man pushed me up and forward and I complied once again. He pushed me until I was full on my hands and knees, looking away from him with my bottom pointed at him. He took my legs and with surprising strength he lifted me, pulling me further towards him, my face now flat on the bed and dragging along the bedsheets. He stopped when his face was between my legs, with mine between his.

His tongue flicked around my cock and my tight balls. He used his hands to spread open my ass and his tongue burrowed deep into the crack to lick my anus. I took this as my cue and I grabbed his cock and starting sucking.

His tongue was amazing. It seemed so strong. He seemed to be salivating around my hole to make it wet and then he pushed forward with his tongue. He dove deep, burying it right inside me and wiggling it around. I must admit, I loved it. I almost came there and then and I had to dig my fingernails into my wrist to stop myself.

In return, I took all of his cock in my throat. I found it was easier to do this when distracted, just like I was in the shower with Master. I just focused in on the this man’s tongue licking around the walls of my anus, his mouth french kissing my bottom. He seemed to like me deep-throating him, his fat body thrusting upwards as much as he could. I alternated between sucking him and licking his shaft, and then sucking his balls. I hadn’t done that before so I was extra careful not to suck too hard. I wanted to return what this guy was doing for me.

After what seemed like ages of amazing sucking and touching he pushed me off him again. He positioned me over his lap, face down. He brought the hem of my nightshirt up exposing my bottom. His hands were everywhere now, rubbing and caressing my buttocks, my legs, the small of my back. He pressed his thumb to my asshole and, lubed by his spit and opened by his tongue, he easily pushed into me. He was gentle and slow, burying his thumb all the way in and exploring. The feel of it was so sensuous and erotic. He was as great with his hands as he had been with his tongue. He learned forward and allowed more spit to dribble into my hole, which he rubbed around like some kind of massage oil. He did this several times, rubbing me, fingering me, taking pleasure in touching me all over.

“Come here boy” he said, and I got up a little and allowed him to move me into position again. He had me straddle over him, facing him, and he pulled up my nightshirt so that it was around my waist, holding it there with both hands. He pulled me in and kissed me again, that same open mouthed, long slow kissing that we did before. While we kissed, he moved me closer, positioning me so that I was on my knees, bent forward just a little, hovering just above his erect cock. “Please don’t hurt me, sir” I said. I felt weird saying it but it had worked with the rough guy from yesterday. I hoped that playing a little with this big sexy man would turn him on more.

He took one of my buttocks in each hand leaving my nightshirt to fall down a bit. He gently lowered me over his erection. I know he heard what I said because he gave a slight smile and his eyes lit up. As he lowered me, he fingered my hole, which was wet with spit and felt open and relaxed and ready for him. I was desperate for his cock in that moment and not ashamed to admit that to myself.

I came down with his cock head right in the centre of my anus and I kept lowering myself. His head split through my opening slowly. He wasn’t as big as my partner from my first day and nowhere near the size of Master, so it didn’t feel like I was struggling to take him. The best part was, I had some control. I was lowering onto him, not him fucking hard into me. I was able to tease him, allowing him almost in, then raising my ass up slightly. Then I dropped down a bit further, letting him in more and more each time until eventually I settled onto his lap, his hard cock fully burrowed comfortably inside my bowels.

All this while we kissed and licked and writhed in each other’s arms. I was getting brave again, enjoying this experience. This guy was alright. He wasn’t hurting me, was gentle, and I was enjoying milking his cock with my ass. my cock was harder and bigger than I had ever seen it. I broke away from our kiss and looked him in the eye. I said to him “Will you come inside me please? I have never been fucked like this before. It’s amazing! Please sir!”

As I expected, it was enough to tip him over the edge. “Only if you come too my boy” he said to me, his voice so husky now. He cried out as he grasped at my shoulder with hand and he fondled my cock with the other. He pushed me down, impaling me as deeply as he could on his throbbing erection. I leaned into him and kissed him as he painted my insides with spurt after spurt of his cum. Each time he throbbed, I pushed down again, kissing him deeper every time. Half-way through him coming, the pulsating inside me creating a shockwave of pleasure. I came too in sticky spurts that soaked my nightshirt. He made soft gutteral noises like an animal as he continued to come over and over. Eventually he was spent. I sat there on his cock and we kissed, caught our breath, and kissed a bit more.

“You’re such a good boy” he said to me as he ran his hand down my back. “You say the nicest things.” I giggled a bit and kissed him again. “I don’t mind telling you that I have never, not ever, come like that before. My god, how amazing”

He groped around my ass, feeling his cock still buried inside me. It was going soft quickly. I shifted my weight a little and his now flaccid cock slipped from inside me with a wet sound. Cum and juice ran from my ass freely, so I moved off my client and lay down beside him so as not to get too much mess on him. “Thank you, sir. It was easy to be a good boy for you. You’re very good at this and I very much enjoy having you inside me, sir” I said said. And I could scarcely believe it, but I really meant it. I felt like a whore, so naughty but so nice! I was spent. I wondered if all clients could be like this. If they were, I’d be fine.

The man smiled. He leaned over and kissed me a few times, patting my bottom with his hand. “Quite remarkable” he said. “I will tell your master that you were......the best I have ever had. Honestly.” he said, trying to find the right words.

“Will you be coming back to see me again, sir” I asked. I quickly added “I hope you don’t mind me asking and speaking without being told, sir. It’s just......”

“I don’t mind. Let me guess. You like that I treated you well and you’re worried that not all clients will be as......gentle?” I looked a bit shocked and embarrassed by that. He continued “I know. This is not my first time. I know you've had only a few clients. Yes! I know! Your master informed me. But I must say, you made our time together so much more than it usually is. I didn’t feel like I was taking you. It was more like......”

I took a big chance and interrupted him. “More like we were two people having amazing sex?” I said with a grin that went from ear to ear. I quickly remembered that I needed to add “sir”, which I did.

He laughed, a genuine sound. It made his eyes sparkle. “Yes, that’s how it felt. It’s been a very long time since anyone was so kind to me”.

“I don’t usually make return visits. I don’t like to get too attached. With you, though, I might make an exception. We’ll see. You served me well today and I’ll not forget that. I hope you get lucky and all your clients treat you with the kindness your soft little body deserves. I must go now”.

With that he rolled off the bed, seemingly much more capable of moving his bulk around than he let on earlier. He quickly dressed, and shuffled off down the stairs. I lay back on the bed and let the cum dribble from my ass. I reached down there to feel myself. The inside was a tiny bit sore again, but not bad. Everywhere down there was wet and sticky. I had a warm feeling all around my groin and bottom. I just felt nicely fucked and I didn’t even mind.

I lay back and drifted into a snooze.

I woke to Master calling me. “Boy!”

I sat up and immediately regretted it as I was sitting in a puddle of cold goo and mess. Master was standing in the doorway.

“I let you sleep as you’ll need your energy later tonight. You did very well with your client. That’s good as he is very influential. Be warned: not every client is so easy and you might find tonight somewhat tougher.”

I nodded. “Yes master. I understand. I’ll do my best, master”.

Master smiled warmly. “I know you will boy. Your client tells me that he is considering asking for you again. He never does that. If he pays another call you will have earned a reward. Now get yourself cleaned up. Wear these tonight. You may watch TV until I fetch you.”

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I sat once again on the edge of the bed, dressed only in tight-fitting briefs. There was no label, but I guessed they were a size too small. They had a colourful pattern of geometric shapes in reds, blues and greens. They were little kid’s underpants really, I thought.

I was nervous again, for although I had serviced one client today and enjoyed it the prospect of 5 men all at once - I just did the know what to expect or what to think.

Master appear in the doorway and nodded that I should follow. For the first I was going downstairs. I followed, feeling very aware that I was walking around this familiar house dressed only in very small briefs. I had goosebumps partly as I was cold out of my room, partly because of nerves.

Master led me to the ground floor. I noticed the front door was now heavily bolted and padlocked and I wondered whether that was to ensure I couldn’t escape. I put it out of my mind as I followed Master to the door to the living room. He opened it, ushered me through, and closed the door behind me leaving me to deal with whatever I found.

The living room was an average size. It had big, shuttered windows at the front and rear, a small fake fireplace on the same wall as the doorway into the room with old threadbare sofas along the opposite wall. At the rear of the room was sturdy old dining table with odd dining chairs scattered around it. The front was the “comfortable” space, with rugs on the floor in front of the fireplace. The fireplace was grandfather’s pride and joy. It was an electric fire made to look like a real fire. It was cheap though, so it just looked tacky. Much like the rest of the room, I thought. I wasn’t often allowed to be in here. Grandfather often played poker or other card games with friends at the table, so I was mostly told to disappear to my old box room on the first floor or into the kitchen.

I looked around and immediately flushed red. Four older, gray-haired men were seated at the table playing cards and they all stopped talking and turned to stare at me as soon as the door closed. I was standing there in just my tight fitting undies, not really knowing what to do. All I knew is that these men wanted me in a sexual way and right now I just felt like a shy kid.

One of the men whistled long and low. “Every bit as he was described, dontcha think boys?” He said. There was a round of affirmative noises and nodding. There was a pause as they seemed to eat and drink me with their eyes before the speaker, who seemed to be kinda in charge, waved me to him.

As I approach the back of the room I could see that these men were quite elderly. Dirty old perverts, I thought to myself. They were obviously fit and healthy, but all of them must have been 60 or 65 at least. They had the look of retired nightclub doormen or security guards.

I went to stand near the man who had waved me over. Every eye in the room remained on me the whole way which only increased my embarrassment. I stood with my hands in front of me, a natural attempt to cover myself a little bit. The man reached over and swatted my hands, making me drop them to my sides. I shifted uncomfortably on the spot.

“Ho ho, boys” he said, some humour in his tone. “He’s a shy one. We’ll have to be careful we don’t break him none” he said.

“Give him some liquid courage” one of the others said quietly, barely looking up form his cards.

“The first man pushed his shot glass across the table to be closer to me. “All in one” he said. His voice seemed threatening to me. I understood there would be consequences if I didn’t drink, so I took the glass of some foul-smelling brown liquid and tossed the contents down my throat. It stung my throat and I almost puked it right back up. I had to cover my mouth with my hand and swallow a few times. The men laughed and the first man turned to me. “Come and sit next to me and we’ll think about what games we should play” he said as he pulled out the chair next to him. As the chair moved ok under the table I could see that a small dildo was suckered onto the seat. Clearly I was supposed to sit on it.

I slowly put my hands up to the waistband of my underwear and started to pull them down. The man swatted my hands away again, and briefly shook his head. “No. Not yet. Just sit” he said.

I was confused. I had to sit on a dildo chair but not remove my underpants.....? By this time everyone was ignoring me, just getting on with their card game. I approached the chair and positioned myself to hover over it, leaning with my forearms on the table and my legs kinda wrapped behind the chair legs. As I got into this position the man reached over with one hand and pulled the crotch of my underwear to the side. He gripped my buttock and pulled so I knew he wanted me to sit.
I slowly started to lower myself down and in a second the head of the dildo was at my anus. The rubber wasn’t lubed so I would have to rely on the job I had done earlier, pushing lube into my ass and keeping some for my ring. The tip of dildo pressed against my anus, which soon started to part like lips as the the rubber penetrated me. As soon as the tip started to go in, the man stood and pushed down hard on my shoulders. I couldn’t hold my position. My weight shifted and I impaled myself on the rubber cock, all the way in with no stopping in one go. My cheeks met the seat of the chair and I sucked in air to stifle a cry of pain. I silently thanked my lucky stars that it was a small dildo.

The man laughed and sat back down. “Comfortable?” He asked.

I tried to ignore the shock and pain. “Yes, sir. Thank you sir” I said as politely as I could.

The man went back to playing cards while I sat next to him impaled on the dildo. I dared not fidget too much, but I wasn’t comfortable. The man eventually lost another round of whatever game they were playing and he sat back to let his friends continue. He ran one hand up and down my spine. He gripped the back of my neck with his thumb and finger then ran two or three fingers very gently down my back to the waistband of my underwear before running his whole hand up again. His hand was rough and warm and it gave me goosebumps, although I wasn’t cold any more. If anything, with the fire on, I was too warm in here.

The fourth or fifth time running down my spine he didn’t stop at my waistband. His hand flat to my back, he took his hand beneath the waistband and into my underpants, cupping my ass which was sticking out in just the right way. He remained in place for a few moments before exploring my ass, running his hand over both cheeks and finally circling and then touching my anus which had engulfed the rubber cock. His fingers felt rough around my slightly stretched hole, but it wasn’t a bad sensation. He rimmed me with finger looking for a way in. After a minute or two he pushed the tip of a finger inside me with the dildo, pulling at my hole and stretching it out from the back. That made me flinch.

He ran his hand around to my front, now pushing me back into the chair and making me lean back. The dildo shifted and moved slightly further into me. The man played with my cock under my underwear, idly passing the time. To him, I was an object of entertainment while he wasn’t playing cards.

After a few minutes of silent touching, the man’s friends dealt him back into the game. As he sat forward, he did something to the suction base of the dildo and it came away from the seat of the chair. He pushed me forward again and he tucked the base of the dildo into my underwear.

He took another shot glass from one of the other players and handed it to me. “Drink this down” he said. “And then go fetch us all drinks from the trolley over there, boy. Don’t let your stopper fall out or I’ll be cross with you. Don’t spill anything either. “ he said.

Before I got up I took the shot glass and brought it to my lips. I couldn’t drink the whole thing in one go this time so I gulped half, shuddered, and then downed the rest. I had no experience with drinking this sort of thing and I found it disgusting.

As I stood the man held out his hand, two fingers extended toward my face. “Before you go” he said. I sucked them clean.

I went to the drinks trolley under the window. I clenched to keep the cock from being pushed from my ass, but it seemed to be ridged and wasn’t going to move easily, so I didn’t have to worry too much. The biggest problem was moving around normally with a dildo lodged in my insides. That brought new sensations and made me feel weirdly sexy.

I brought the trolley to table and politely inquired what each man would like to drink. Fortunately the drinks orders were easy as I wouldn’t have had any idea how to make anything complicated. Two bottles of beer and two whiskeys with ice. The first man grabbed the whiskey bottles from the trolley before I could pour and each man took his drink and left me standing there. I wheeled the trolley back under the window, and went to stand again next the man who had instructed me. By now the dildo was starting to slip a little, but my tight underwear and my clenching was keeping it from falling out completely.

The men all took mouthfuls of their drinks. One of them, the man on the other side of the table with a beer bottle, spit his mouthful back into the bottle. He looked up at me with a stern expression on his face. “This is warm” he said. The other men all made a show of shaking their heads and making low “ohhhhh” noises and chuckling. I flushed bright red, not knowing what to do or say.

The man stood up, and with both hands planted on the table he leaned forward. “Closer” he said. I went to the edge of the table, nervous about what might be coming next.

“Closer” he said again, so I leaned a little over the table toward him on the other side.

The man reached over the grabbed both my arms, pulling me so that was laying across the width of the table. The first man behind me was suddenly there, holding my hips. The man holding my arms sat back down, still pulling me so that I was pinned down, bent over the table. He leaned forward so that his face was barely an inch from mine and said angrily “do ya think I look like a guy who drinks warm beer?” He sneered at me. I was shaking with fear now, my mind reeling.

“N-n-n-no sir. S-s-s-so sorry sir.” I stammered, barely able to breathe because of how tightly he was pulling me across the table. “Should I fetch you a cold drink, sir?” I asked, trying hard to make things right.

The man behind me grabbed my underpants and pulled them down past my bottom. I had stopped concentrating on clenching, so being bent over and with no fabric to stop the dildo falling out, it slid from my rectum and dropped to the floor.

The men all made another show of saying “ooohhhhh” and “ahhhh”. This was obviously part of their game, but it frightened me.

“Now, what did I say about your stopper?” The first men asked. “Do you treat everything you’re given with such a lack of respect? Kids today!” He paused and I realised I should answer.

“No sir. I’m so sorry sir. Please, let me put it back in sir?” I said.

The man laughed a little. “Let see if we can find the right place to put everything and make it all alright” he said, he tone a bit softer. I relaxed a little. Maybe tensions would get calmer.

The second man, who was still holding me, said “trouble is, at my age it’s fucking hard to see straight” as he he slid the bottle of beer across the table to be caught by the first man. Another man got off his chair and bent to pick the dildo up off the floor.

The second man leaned in further and out of nowhere he pushed his lips against mine. He was clean shaven, but by this time of the evening he had rough grey whiskers that were like sandpaper around my young mouth. He shoved his tongue into my mouth and roughly administered a very wet, unpleasant beer-flavour kiss. I immediately felt something being shoved into me from behind. The object was hard and it hurt me as it was slammed home, breaking through my ring. The man holding the object stopped pushing it into me and started shaking it roughly backward and forwards. I could feel liquid seeping into my rectum. The man had shoved the end of the bottle of beer into my ass and was now shaking it to flood me with beer. It felt warm but sharp and prickly. The man started pushing the bottle again, shoving the whole neck in. I didn’t like it and I wondered when the man would stop pushing. Was he going to shove the whole bottle into me?

The man kissing me moved back. ‘“Open” he ordered. The fourth man stuffed the dildo into my mouth. It was covered in ass juice and fluff from the carpet and I gagged.

“Oh dear” said the first man. “We’ve gone and put things in the wrong place!” Everyone laughed loudly, so much so that the fourth man had a coughing fit. I lay as still as I could across the table, a beer bottle half-way into my bottom and the dirty dildo hanging out of my mouth.

One of the men took the dildo and tossed it away. Another grabbed the bottle and pulled it out. My ass closed containing most of the drink, but my underwear and legs were already wet with spilled beer. I really needed to go and empty out!

The first man pulled me upright. I stood in front of him and kept my eyes down, not looking him in the eye. I was about to speak, to apologise, to ask to use the bathroom, but he beat me to it. “Drink” he said. He handed me the bottle, now less than half the liquid remaining. I had already had two shots of scotch and I knew this brand of beer was strong. More to the point, this bottle had been up inside me and in the process of shaking it I guessed that some of the liquid in the bottle had been inside me too. And I really needed to go use the bathroom!

I had no choice. I took the bottle and took a swig. It was a horrible bitter taste and I almost gagged at the thought of drinking beer mixed with my own ass juices. I coughed and held the bottle out, ready to hand it back. “Finish your medicine” said the man. My eyes went wide. I dared not hesitate too long though, so I returned the bottle to my lips, closed my eyes and downed the remaining liquid. I thought for a minute that I was going to be sick, and I managed to hold it down and hand the bottle back to the man. “Thank you sir.” I said. I felt a little bit dizzy, but it seemed to clear when I blinked and shook my head. The men laughed.

“Go over to the rug. Get on your hands and knees so I can see your ass while I play.” I started to adjust my underwear. It was pulled up at the front, but pulled right down at the rear. “Leave them” he ordered. “Stay in that position until I lose a hand. Do not spill any of that beer from your asshole or you’ll be sucking it out of the carpet”.

I gulped. I left my underwear half down and went to the rug in front of the fireplace. I got down on my hands and knees and gingerly stuck my ass out. I clenched like I had never clenched before.

I must have been in that position for more than a quarter hour. I was so desperate to empty my bowels that if I had to stay there for much longer I’d have lost control. It was torture. Fortunately the man lost, and called me to his side.

The man looked me up and down and nodded approval. There’s a slop bucket in the corner there..” he said. I looked and there was an old steel pale in the corner. It looked the the rusty old thing that grandfather kept out back. “Go and use that” he said.

I must have looked confused because the man added “slop bucket? It’s for unwanted drink? Unless you want an assful of warm beer....?”

Out loud I said “thank you sir for your kindness”. Inside I was screaming. They wanted me to go an empty my bowels in a bucket in the corner? I waddled to the bucket, pulled my underpants further down, and squatted over the bucket. Red faced and near to tears with embarrassment I evacuated the beer, wiped myself on some tissues placed by the side of the bucket, and then stood again. My penis and balls were shrivelled but I wasn’t sure if I should pull up my underwear. Again, the man made my instructions clear just before I had to ask.

“Here” he instructed. I walked back, my underpants still half down. He pulled them down further, caressing my legs as he did. They fell down to my ankles. “Turn” he said and I did. “Touch your toes. I need to see that you cleaned up ok”. I bent over and touched my toes, painfully aware that my ass was spread out in front of him.

The man cleared his throat and spat into my crack. He moved the spit around with a finger and then pushed the digit into my passage. He went right to the knuckle, moving the finger around and roughly probing the walls of my ass. He took it out and ordered me to turn around again and stand. He shoved the finger into my mouth, wiping it around on my tongue.

“You taste any beer?” He asked.

“No sir, it’s all gone. Thank you sir” I said.

“Have a swig of this to take that taste away: he said, handing me his whiskey bottle. I took a sip and coughed. “Again, do it properly” so I did, taking a bigger gulp than I had intended. The man chuckled, then said “You can kick those to one side,“ pointing to my underwear. “I don’t think you’ll be needing them.” Another man, one of the quieter ones, turned and said “I like looking at his boy pussy anyhow”.

I stepped out of the underwear and kicked it over by the bucket as instructed. I stood naked, my hands clasped in front on me trying to cover my modesty. I was already hot and the alcohol was starting to make me feel even warmer. I felt dizzy on and off.

“Right, get your sweet ass back here” the first man said. “Good news is, I have another stopper for you. Bit bigger than the last one. Trouble is, my wife used this one to practice sucking cock and she left her lipstick all around the base, filthy whore that she is”. I looked at the chair. There, suckered onto the seat was a proper cock-sized dildo. This one had a thin wire that was trailed across the table to a little control box that the second man was holding. Sure enough, there was a ring of lipstick right around the base of the thing.

“Now, I’m gonna need you to wipe that lipstick off. Don’t you dare let that stopper out until you’re sure - sure, mind you - that you’ve wiped it all away. You unnerstand?”

“Yes sir. Thank you sir.” I said as I sat on the dildo and went to work sinking down onto it, allowing it into my ass. It was more difficult than before. The dildo was bigger than the last, and the lube around my ring and in my ass had been flushed away. I was still a bit wet down there, but I knew it was going to hurt a bit getting this thing inside me.

I finally managed it. The men had gone back to playing cards and were all but ignoring me now. I tried to wiggle a bit, trying to make myself more comfortable while also trying to ensure that my bottom rubbed away the lipstick mark. Suddenly I felt a buzzing sensation followed by a sharp, painful shock and I cried out. I thought maybe I had broken through my insides and was in real trouble.

The man opposite me laughed. “Sorry ‘bout that” he chuckled. “It’s supposed to vibrate for added pleasure” he said. “Trouble is, it’s broken. Probably a loose connection.” He smiled again, his teeth stained yellow from nicotine. He pressed the button again as he did so sending a small electric shock through my insides. The trouble was, the shock was far more painful in my insides than it would have been if it has been on my skin. I squealed and tried to jump up, but the dildo was stuck to the seat and my muscles were too clenched form the shock so I didn’t go anywhere. It was a sharp stinging pain that took a few seconds to wear off. It wasn’t a terrible pain, not like the shock device the boss man had used on me the day before, but it was very unpleasant and it hurt.

They all laughed at that. “Maybe you should really wiggle that pussy of yours to get rid of the lipstick?” The first man said. I started to move around, and I bounced up and down.

The second man pressed the button again. And again, and again. I was in tears of frustration by the fifth time. Again and again he sent shock through my bowels, enjoying my tears and my desperately wiggling around. Finally he held his thumb above the control box for me to see, and then slowly pressed down. I writhed so much that I dislodged the dildo from the seat and slid off the chair onto the floor. Thankfully, the thing slipped from inside me. It ended up on the carpet.

I lay on the floor not daring to move yet, trying to hold back my tears. I started to think what the men might do next if this was their warm-up routine. I didn’t want another dirty rubber cock in my mouth, but nor did I want something even worse in my ass.

The first man eventually chuckled, and bent down to help me get to my feet. The third man said “Don’t mind Ed. He’s got a twisted sense of humour. Go and lay yourself down on that couch over there and let that wear off. “ the men immediately turned back to dealing another round of cards, while I gave a cursory “yes, sir, thank you, sir” and started to move to the the grubby sofa. “Don’t thank me yet, i’m going to want to fuck you in a minute” he confirmed. I sat down and started to lay back.

“Other way is best for me” said the man without even looking up from his hand. I lay down face down, still recovering from the shocks. I didn’t want any of these guys to fuck me because I thought they were horrible, but the conversation of earlier with Master Johns was ringing in my ears.

The men played a couple hands before one of them declared he was out for the next. He stood and wandered over to where I lay. I heard him unzip his jeans and I could sense without looking around that he had got his cock out and was stroking it while he watched me.

“Make yourself ready, you little slut” he said. I didn’t know exactly what he meant, but I took the opportunity to dribble some saliva into my hand and reach back to finger myself. I wanted to be as slick and as open as I could to prevent this guy from hurting me. I doubted he was going to take it slowly. “Oooh yeah” he said. “Now shove in two fingers”. I dribbled a bit more saliva and pushed two fingers in, moving them around and forcing them apart to spread my hole as much as I could. The man was masturbating as he watched.

“Can you get three in there? Looks like a tight little pussy. Tell you what, if you can get three in I’ll give you a prize” he said, chuckling to himself. I pushed three fingers together and did my best to shove them into me. After only a few seconds the man pulled my hand away. I guessed what was coming before it happened. The man lay down on top of me, still fully clothed but with his cock out. He rubbed himself backwards and forwards on my naked body. He cock got harder and harder until it was fully erect, searching back and forth for a hole to bury itself inside. After several thrusts he managed to get his cock right between my cheeks. Several more thrusts and he found my hole. He pushed hard and rough, splitting me open. My face was buried in a cushion which muffled my grunt as his cock head entered me. Then it was out almost as soon as it was in. The man cursed, cleared his throat and spat into his hand. He wiped the spit and mucus around my crack, mixing it with my saliva. He wiped the excess on my shoulder and on the sofa before he resumed humping on me.

As before it took his a few thrusts to get near the mark, although this time his hard cock was coated in slippery spit. I wiggled my hips to try to get him lined up but he was either not paying attention or he was too stupid to realise. A few more thrusts and he found my hole again on his own. He thrust forward a further time, this time sure in the knowledge that he was going in. My anus gave way and this older guy stuck his penis inside me and began fucking away at me. He sawed into me, the spit lube quickly wearing away so that his thrusts were uncomfortable as his weight bore down on me. He just fucked into me. It probably only took him a few minutes to reach the point of no return, but it felt like ages. Eventually he grunted and spewed cum inside me, thrusting a couple more times for good measure.

He rolled off, slapped my buttocks hard, zipped up his fly and returned to his seat at the table.

The next man got up and came over to me. He bent down, parting my cheeks with one hand as he examined my asshole. He stuck in a finger, then two, and twisted them around inside me. “Shit” he said. “How come I get sloppy seconds?” He also unzipped his trousers, and let them fall down to his ankles. “Fucking nice cunt though. Still tight. I love these young cunts”. He mounted me, lining up his already hard cock against my aching hole.

The first guy to fuck me was pretty small. If he hadn’t been so rough it would have been ok. This guy was much bigger, perhaps as big as Master Johns. He shoved himself at me. There was no waiting. No checking to see if I was ok. He just dove straight in and immediately starting thrusting his hips at me, humping me in long heavy strokes, slapping my ass with every thrust. I cried a little at the painful entry and the rough treatment but I really didn’t want to show it, so I buried my face in the cushion.

This man humped and humped. The last guy’s cum was now my only lube, easing the passage of this big, hard cock as it withdrew so the head was almost out and then forced its way back in. Each time I was shoved into the sofa, the breath knocked out of my lungs. He shot his load into me unexpectedly and then lay still for a for minutes. I could not move. I could hardly breath. I wondered if the man had died or something.

Finally the man staggered to his feet. He stretched, reaching up like he’d just got up first thing in the morning. He made a satisfied noise in his throat, standing there with his cock semi-hard and his trousers around his ankles.

“What do you say?” He asked.

“Thank you sir” I said in a quiet, timid voice.

“Well that’s ok boy, you can take my cock in that sweet little pussy of yours any time” he said, smiling broadly. “Now, get that sweet ass over here and clean me off. I can’t go home stinking of boy-pussy, can I?”

I rolled and half-fell onto the floor, and crawled to the man. Resting back on my haunches I took his cock in my hands. It was smeared with cum, both his and the last guy’s. I knew, because cum was now drooling from my open hole onto the rug. I held my breath and dove in, sucking and licking his penis clean as quickly and efficiently as I could. I half-expected him to get hard and come again, but as Master Johns said, not many men could do that right after shooting. Instead, his cock become completely flaccid while I sucked the mess away.

He pushed me to one side, apparently finished. He pulled up his trousers and went back to his seat.

The other two had been watching. They had their cocks out and they were both stroking them, leering at my naked body.

“Get here” said the first guy. I stood and walked over. He grabbed me and shoved me toward the table. He pushed me up onto it, knocking cards and drinks off onto the floor. I was on my back. He spun me so that I was across the width of the table, and pulled me by my legs to him. The other man grabbed my hair and pulled my head toward him. He shoved his cock in my face. “Suck” he ordered. It was hard to get hold of it as I was at the wrong angle, but I managed it and started sucking.

The other guy at my feet gave me an instruction. “Lift your legs” he barked. I did so, pulling my knees back and exposing my boy pussy, as these men called it. He held onto my knees, shoving them apart to the point that it hurt in my hips and stretched the skin at my groin. He drove forward and fucked his penis right into me.

As I lay there on my back, my legs in the air and spread wide, one cock in my rectum and another in my throat, I wondered when it would all end. This was nothing like earlier with the fat man. This was rough abuse and I didn’t like it. My head was getting woozy and when I closed my eyes I felt dizzy. I wasn’t sure what was happening.

Then things turned worse. These two men didn’t want to finish quickly. The man fucking me withdrew. He pushed my legs over so that I was turned on my side, my knees still bent up almost to my chest. He slapped my ass hard several times and fingered me a little. “Hand me that empty beer bottle” he said. Someone handed him a bottle which he started to push, thankfully neck-end first, up inside me. I wanted to cry out, but I still had a cock in my mouth.

The second man also withdrew. “Some drink seems like a great idea” he said. He grabbed another bottle of scotch off the trolley and took a long swig. Then he grabbed my head by my jaw, turned my head so that I was looking up at him. He squeezed my jaw firmly, digging his thumb into my cheek. My mouth opened and he poured the strong liquor into my mouth, filling it to the brim. He placed his hand tightly over my mouth and, having placed the bottle back on the table, he pinched my nose hard. I had no choice but to swallow. The heat from the Scotch in my throat stung. It was foul stuff. Once again I thought I was going to bring it straight back up, but the man had placed his hand over my mouth and nose again so I couldn’t. He did this several more times with shots of the drink, cackling like a maniac all the time. He’d make me take a mouthful of scotch, then a mouthful of cock. One of the other men was helping him now, holding the bottle and emptying its contents into my mouth while the other forced it down my throat. They alternated between pushing scotch into me, and making me suck their cocks and lick their balls. This went on for a while.

The other man spent the entire time feeding the bottle into me, pushing hard and really fucking me with it. Then he would take a break, and shove his hard cock in there, fuck me for a few strokes and then return with the bottle. Each time the tightness of my anus prevented him from getting more than the neck of the bottle inside me, which seemed to greatly frustrate him. Each time he pushed a little harder and I realised that his technique was designed to eventually loosen me up enough so that he could get the whole bottle inside me. I was terrified of doing anything to break the glass and slice my insides so I remained as still as possible and tried to take the abuse. It wasn’t a big bottle and I figured he could probably get it inside me eventually unless he got bored first.

I started to feel weird. The strong alcohol was getting into my system. I didn’t know how much scotch a person should be able to drink but I must have had almost a quarter of the bottle by now. As I had not drunk much before today and I had never actually been drunk, it felt like too much already. I was getting oddly sleepy and I was feeling weak, like jelly. My arms didn’t want to work any more.

The man drained the last drop of scotch himself and pulled me further toward him by my hair. I was on my back now, my head over the side of the table. Two of the men grabbed my legs and bent them right back until I thought my hips would pop out of their sockets. The fourth man was still down at my rear fucking my with the empty bottle. As I was pulled over onto my back and my legs were raised, he had a good view of my cock, my balls, and what he was doing in between my ass cheeks. He pushed real hard and for a second he almost had it. I could feel the resistance in my anus weaken and the bottle came close to sliding past the neck and all the way in. I must have clenched at the last minute, more of a natural reaction than anything, or his hand slipped and he lost his grip. The man knew it too and he got up onto the table to get a better angle.

The man nearest my head turned and sat on my face. I didn’t the have any energy or strength to struggle, so his hairy old ass was planted directly around my nose and mouth. He reached back and pulled his cheeks apart. “Yeah baby boy, kiss my ring” he said. “Get that little baby tongue right up in my hole you fucking faggot” he said as he pushed down on me.

My neck hurt from being bent over the table and my legs hurt from bent so far back by the other men. All of the muscles in my ass were painful now, either aching or just plain sore and raw and the alcohol was making me feel dizzy and hot. I tried hard to stick my tongue out and lick this man’s anus as he ground his rear end into my face. As I focused on that I lost focus on my ass. The man shoved so hard with the bottle and when he hit what little resistance I had left he just kept up the pressure. He had a great angle now and was able to put almost all of his weight on the bottom of the bottle. Suddenly something kinda popped and with excruciating pain my anus opened right out and the bottle slipped past the neck. The body of the bottle was sliding inside me, filling me in a way I had never been filled yet. My anus was stinging like crazy and the muscles around my hole made me feel like I was being fucked by a car.

The hard, unforgiving tip of the bottle was pushing against my insides. It wasn’t exactly painful, but it was really unpleasant and it made me feel sick. The fire around my hole was intense. I was certain that I was seconds away from splitting my hole and bleeding out all over the table. Still the man pushed until the bottle must have been about half way inside me. I thought he might never stop, pushing it until my anus closed around the base of the bottle. I’d never be able to get it out!

The other man had stopped grinding his naked ass into my face. With everything going on I could barely stick my tongue out, let alone really pleasure him. He turned and shoved his cock in my mouth instead. He was hard, and he spared nothing as he rammed the head of his penis into my throat. He just fucked away, in and out. I had so little energy and was now so drunk on scotch and adrenaline that I seemed not to have any gag reflex any more. I felt detached, as if I was watching this stuff being done to me from a distance. I decided I didn’t much like alcohol.

The other guy saw his friend fucking my face and shouted “yeah! Swap!” He slid over the table, leaving the bottle lodged in place. The two men swapped and there was barely time to take a deep breath between one penis leaving my mouth and the other hitting the back of my throat.

The other guy climbed up on the table. He grabbed the bottle and pulled in out of me in one go, a painful and gut-wrenching experiencing. He immediately thrust his own cock into me. It barely touched the sides after the bottle. “Oh that’s better” he grunted. “A proper soft boy pussy now”.

Both of these men fucked into me, getting into a rhythm so that they both pushed and pulled at the same time. I was pinned, my legs held back and high, my arms useless. I thought I might pass out and found myself mind drifting. I was brought back to reality when both men pulled out, and swapped ends again. Suddenly the cock that had been fucking me for however long was buried deep in my mouth and the other guy had climbed on the table and was pushing long, hard strokes into my bottom.

They both shot cum into me at almost the same time. The man in my ass ground his cock deep inside me causing me even more discomfort. The other guy pulled out and sent his seed all over my face.

After a brief period where they both finished off and pulled back, I was left on my back on the table. I was covered in scotch, cum, and ass juices. I had lord-knows what leaking from my rear and I was drifting off into oblivion thanks to my rape and having been fed far too much alcohol. Being drunk like this was a weird feeling and I didn’t like it. I felt like I had no control. I wanted to reach back and just hold my bottom, put my hand over my aching anus. I wanted to check it was ok and I was sure it would never close properly ever again. But I couldn’t. My arms just didn’t want to move and the muscles in my legs were so stretched and aching that I couldn’t do anything but lay there and leak.

The men were all whooping and back-slapping as they dressed and made ready to go. The first man came back over to the table. He had been the one to push the bottle into me. He grabbed my legs and pulled me around so I was now laying lengthwise along the table. He grabbed me around my middle and manhandled me onto my side, bringing my legs up and kinda curling me into a ball. I ended up loosely hugging my knees, hoping that he would just go and leave me alone.

He brought the scotch bottle close to my face, rubbing it around my nose and mouth. “You see what happens when you can’t keep your stopper in, boy?” He said, his voice low and gravely. “I’ll bet you liked all that liquor, eh? Took some drink in your ass, some drink down your throat, eh? Making you feel all warm inside now, I’ll bet”. He grunted out a sort of laugh. “Here, have a taste of your guts you little slut” and he pushed the neck of the bottle into my mouth. “What do you say slut boy?” He asked.

I could hardly focus now. With the bottle firmly pushed into my mouth a lisped a “thank you sir” as best I could.

“Good. Let me remind you to keep your stopper.” He said. He reached down onto the floor and picked up the original, smaller dildo, holding it in front of my face. It was covered in fluff and hairs from the filthy carpet. He popped off the sucker base with his thumb and, holding the bottle in one hand so it remained in my mouth, he reached over me and slid the dildo into my ass.

“If you have your stopper, you can’t get fucked, see?” He said, as if all this was quite logical. “Maybe you need some help keeping it in. Let me do that for you”. I was drifting again and my vision was moving in and out of focus. Even so, I felt him push the dildo into my ass. When I thought he would stop, he didn’t. I tried to struggle a little, but he just rammed the bottle into my throat. It bashed on my teeth and I stopped trying to move just as my anus closed around the end of the dildo. The man continued to push with a single finger, ensuring the whole rubber cock was shoved right up into my rectum. He pulled his finger out and wiped it on my face. My insides felt full again and I wanted so badly to push this thing out of me but between the pain and the aching of my muscles and the weird jelly feeling I had everywhere from the scotch, I couldn’t find a way to do it.

The man groped me a bit, touching my cock, playing with my ass and anus. He leaned in close and whispered in my ear “Fuck me, you’re a cute little pussy boy. I’ll get in trouble for getting you drunk but I’ve alway wanted to get a bottle into a little boy like that. When I’m having a stroke later I’ll think about how it slid into you. I got a great view from back there. If I was twenty years younger I’d take you all night.” He made a feral sound in his throat.

The man left. He walked around the table and before he joined he friends filing out of the door, he gratuitously slapped my ass maybe ten or twelve times. It was hard and designed to hurt.

“There” he said as he walked away. “Now you’ll remember to keep your stopper when you’re told to, you soft little cunt”.

I didn’t hear them go or the door close. By that time I had blacked out.

I woke to the sound of Master Johns calling me and shaking my shoulder. I took a moment to assess my surroundings. I was in the bedroom on the top floor, in bed. It was light in the room and I could already see the sun in the window in the roof, so it was late in the morning.

I moved a little and immediately regretted it. My legs ached, my head pounded, and my mouth had a disgusting taste in it. For a moment I felt very nauseous, but it passed, and I sat up.

“Yes, sir” I said. “Sorry sir. I mean Master!”

Master chuckled. “Nothing to be sorry about. Here, drink” he handed me a tumbler half-filled with a fizzing drink. “It’ll take the edge off your hangover.”

I took the offered drink and despite how revolting it was I gulped it down and sat back against the wall. “Hangover.....?” I asked, quickly adding “sir” on the end and then wincing as I remembered that was wrong. “I mean Master” I said. Last night was flooding back to me. My brain seemed to be working in slow motion.

Master chuckled softly. “Yes. Hangover. Your last client sitting was a little...... challenging? They made you drink far more than they should have. I am guessing you have little or no experience with hard liquor as we spent several hours with you last night helping to keep your head down the toilet. I can’t really hold you responsible for that.”

“I am sorry master, maybe I should have done more to object?”

“Quite the opposite. When we spoke, you agreed to be tame. Last night you showed me that you can be compliant no matter what. That’s good. I will be honest, that choice of client for the evening was something of a test. Both clients were extremely happy with your services and were, once again, surprisingly vocal about that.”

I was astonished at that. I thought the men last night hated me, the way treated me. I told the Master that.

“Not at all. These people all have different ways of satisfying their urges. The group last night are known to enjoy a little rough play but their bark is worse than their bite. Usually there is a fifth man who keeps things a little more.....ah...... in check? However, they overstepped the mark and they broke the rules. Your job is to comply. My job is to uphold our covenants. Be assured, there will be a fine for getting you drunk. I will personally see to it that there are very stern words for leaving a toy inside you. I have removed that, incidentally”.

I flushed red at that, horribly embarrassed. I had forgotten. I could not imagine how Master Johns had removed the dildo from my bottom, especially if I was semi-conscious and vomiting. It must have been messy. I stammered, but couldn’t get any words out. I wanted the floor to open up!

“I can’t hold you responsible for that either” he said, and smiled. “On the contrary: you complied and you submitted just as you should. I watched the recording with interest with our master earlier this morning. You were restrained beyond what I thought you could manage, given your lack of experience. I was pleased. My master was pleased too”.

“Thank you master. I am sorry you had to deal with me last night. I hope I didn’t cause any difficulty”. I said. My head was starting to feel a little bit more normal and I was beginning to believe that I wasn’t going to die before lunch. I ventured a question, hoping beyond hope that Master would allow it, and not strike me for rudeness. I didn’t think my head could cope with that. “Did you say you watched the recording, Master?”

Master smiled again. “Almost every time you are with a client will be recorded, at least here in this house. These recordings are for management. They help in any dispute. For example, we were clearly able to see you were fed alcohol that was clearly beyond your limit, beyond most people’s limit actually, and that a toy was left inside you. Both of those things were stupid and against our rules. They will be dealt with.”

I remembered the beer bottle and wanted to ask more about these rules. “May I ask, did you see what the man did with the bottle, Master?”

The Master looked up, perhaps trying to decide how much to humour me, or whether he should answer at all. He thought for a minute, then said “Risking alcohol poisoning or internal damage breaks the covenants that we have. It could potentially permanently harm you, which you know we have forbidden. I want you to be aware that the bigger problem was that we might have had to seek medical attention which would risk exposing our organisation. Everything else that our client did last night was well within what we consider reasonable. As I told you, some clients will be rougher than others.” He was matter-of-fact about it.

Master studied my face for a moment. He seemed to be reading my mind. “There are parts of last night you did not enjoy. Take the drink out of the equation. I know that/s hard to do, but would everything else have been so terrible? How would you feel today? Would you even be thinking about last night if you didn’t have your headache, belly ache, and the fact you feel terrible? You know, how you feel today is why I no longer drink much! The occasional smoke is my only vice.” He winked and grinned at me, “Well, aside from the occasional cute boy, of course”.

I smiled at that. His wink and his grin gave me a warm and fuzzy feeling.

I sat back and thought about what Master had said. Some clients would be easy to work with, others would be rough. Just as Master had said in the first place. I weighed up whether I would have promised to be “tame” if I had known what rough play actually looked like. I considered what went on last night. Yes, I was stiff and sore, but I figured that most of how I felt was due to the drink, which I now knew wasn’t permitted. The rest of it was tough, and there was some pain and discomfort, but I had coped with it. It was in the moment, nothing lasting. I wondered whether it would have been so bad if I hadn’t been forced to drink like that. I wondered if I could have controlled the situation a bit better if I had been sober.

I looked at Master and said “thank you for taking the time to explain everything to me and for looking after me. I understand Master.” I wanted him to keep looking out for me. I wanted him to think of me as a good boy.

He reached out to touch my cheek, cupping my face in his hand. “You’re sweet as sugar and I could fuck you right here and now......... but you need a shower and to brush your teeth before I’m going anywhere near you!” He smiled, patted my face, and made to leave.

At the door he turned back to me. “Last night raises an interesting point for us to think about. When I say you did well, I really mean it. You were pretty hot stuff, even if you can’t see it for yourself. I think that’s why those good ol’ boys got a bit rowdy. I have only ever experienced someone like you once before…… Get yourself clean. I will send up food that you must eat so that you regain your strength. I will also send another glass of that stuff in a couple of hours. You will have one client today, but not until this evening.” And then he was gone.

I really, really did not want to see another client. I had hoped that I would have the day off after last night, but it was not to be. I guessed I was lucky to only have one client. As I made myself get up and get ready, I thought about what Master had said. With kids my own age I had been a long ways from ‘hot stuff’. There was something about this sexually experienced, big tough man - my Master - calling me hot stuff that made we want to do anything for him.

By late afternoon I felt so much better. I still ached everywhere when I moved and I still had a slight headache, but the nausea had passed and despite the rough sex, my bottom didn’t feel any worse than it had for a couple of days now. At least I remembered to use the ointment. I felt that I was getting used to regular anal sex, that it was becoming part of my daily routine. The more I thought about last night, the less it troubled me. Well, except for the fact that I never wanted to drink ever again.

Master had sent me a t-shirt to wear, and some girl’s panties. The t-shirt was white, cut off above my belly button and too wide and baggy for me so that it didn’t sit well. It kept falling over one shoulder, which I guessed was the point so I just let it hang off me. The panties were like little girl’s underwear, skinny briefs in powder blue cotton. They were tight on me, riding up around my ass and barely holding my cock in place. I felt silly wearing them at first, but I had no choice. I put them on early as it seemed better than walking around naked. I wished someone would give me some clothes for when I wasn’t with a client and I wondered what I had to do to earn them. I didn’t have a mirror so I couldn’t see what I looked like, but the words ‘hot stuff’ kept coming back to me. I had to admit, I did feel quite sexy in this outfit.

Time passed slowly. Eventually Master gave me a ten minute warning and I readied myself, sitting on the end of the bed in my t-shirt and panties. I was told not to lube for this one, which made me a bit nervous, but I was more confident this time than I had been with any other clients so far. I tried to stretch out a bit to make some of the aches and stiffness go away, but in the end i figured I would just have to tough it out.

The door burst open and a small thin man darted into the room. He was smartly dressed in trousers, shirt and tie, and polished black shoes. He saw me, raised his eyebrows, and started to undress, kicking the door closed behind him. He seemed in a hurry, like he had somewhere to be. I didn’t speak as I had not been spoken to.

The man kicked off his smart trousers and boxer shorts. He stood before me in only his black socks, his good-sized cock swinging between his legs. He had dark hair on his arms and legs and a thick bush of public hair. His cock and balls seemed out of proportion with the rest of him. It was hanging down but getting harder by the second.

He crossed the room to me, took me by the shoulders and pulled to a standing position. He stared me in the eyes as he ran both hands over my shoulders and chest. Every movement was quick, like a sped up movie. He was exploring my smooth body quickly and efficiently. He pushed me down so that I was laying on my back on the bed, my legs still hanging over the side. He pushed my legs closed and lifted them up, placing one of his forearms behind my knees to hold them back. I was now curled up like a ball with my legs bent back. This little man rubbed my ass through my panties with his free hand, his movements pulling the back of them down a little. Every movement was still quick and urgent as if he had no time. He pushed my legs back further and grabbed the back of my panties with his free hand, pulling them down my thighs just enough to reveal my bottom and balls.

He sank to his knees still holding my legs back and he buried his face between my ass cheeks. I held my legs to help him out. His flicked his tongue around my anus and the place between that and my balls. He spent a few minutes rimming me and using his tongue to lubricate my hole with spit and mucus. He made noises like a pig as he ate me out.

The feeling was great. Even his tongue was darting everywhere quickly, sometimes rimming me and sometimes shooting forward in quick movements, breaking through my anus just a tiny bit. When he stood I was a bit disappointed as I liked the feel of a wet tongue around my hole.

By now his cock was hard. It was standing fully upright, head almost touching his belly. He maintained pressure on the backs of my knees with one arm while he used his other hand to push his cock down, lining it up with my hole. He slowly pushed, driving the cock forward until the head was almost in. He pulled out and went forward again, gradually opening me up while coating his penis in the wetness that surrounded my anus. He did this several times, now slow and sensual instead of super quick. It was a nice way to have a cock pushed into me and it helped me to relax and enjoy it. I didn’t know whether he was getting used to me, or maybe getting me used to him. Whatever his reason I was thankful he took the entrance slowly and I moaned softly each time his head popped through my sphincter.

After a minute or two dipping into me he just plunged forward and fucked, his ass moving back and forth really quickly like a rabbit.

I didn’t really feel much after he was inside me. I was a little sore inside from last night, but surprisingly not badly. The man’s penis was a good size but his fucking action was.... well, it was rubbish. The man had no interested in me whatsoever after he got his cock into me. I was just a sexy young boy available for a quick, illicit fuck before he went home to his wife, or something like that. I felt kinda disconnected from it. It wasn't a hard fuck and he wasn’t hurting me, but nor was it pleasurable or sexy. He was just fucking, shoving his cock in pulling it out and shoving it in over and over. Mostly it was just the cock head and a bit of the shaft that went inside me. It wasn’t even going all the way in. I was disappointed because the first bit was so nice. I had a feeling he would leave me wanting more.

After a few seconds of fast humping he started making noises. Mostly just “nngg nnggg” kind of nasal grunting. He threw in few phrases like “So. Tight” and even one “Virgin. Boy. Hole.” that almost made me laugh out loud. Each word was punctuated by a breath. Even if I was bored, he seemed to be having a really good time.

I let out some soft moans like I had seen in the porn movies I had watched, trying to make him feel like he was good or that he was pleasuring me, too. After just a few minutes of him holding my legs back and pumping he made a weird noise in his throat. He whipped his cock out of my bottom and shot his load into my panties. He wiped his cock on them and stood away from me, looking at what he had done. He looked guilty, if anything. He quickly dressed and while he did so I remained in the same position, holding my own legs back and keep my most private area on display for him in case he hadn’t really finished yet. When he had dressed he stepped closer again. He rubbed his hand around my ass he felt the fabric of my cum-soaked panties. Then he turned and was gone, the door slamming behind him.

I rolled forward and stood. That was it? I thought. Weird! I reached back and down to check on my hole. There was no blood and it felt ok. If my muscle aches and headache would wear off, I’d feel alright. As I expected, I was left feeling like I could have gone on for longer and enjoyed a good fuck.

I removed the cum-soaked sticky panties and left them on the floor, scooched back onto the bed and lay back, my legs dangling over the edge but not quite reaching the floor. I lifted my arms above my head and took stock of my situation.

A couple of days ago I was a virgin and unsure about my sexuality. Since then I had been stripped, touched, and raped. I had been pressed into service to pay my idiot grandfather’s debt to some porno gangster. When you put it like that it seemed terrible. On the other hand, I was coming around to the fact that I liked a man’s cock. A couple of times I had really wanted to be fucked. Thinking back to the rougher sessions turned me on, too, something I was still less comfortable admitting. I was beginning to wonder if i had been born to be a little gay slut, which for the first time made me smile.

The door opened again and Mister Johns came into the room. I moved to get up as a sign of respect, but my muscles gave way and i groaned, rolling onto my side. Master chuckled. “Stay where you are, boy” he said.

“Master” I responded.

“That was fast. I know he usually gets right down to it, but I think that’s a new record. He must have really fancied you. “

“He was..... certainly fast, Master” I said, not really knowing what to say. Could I say a client was a crappy fuck?

Master got up onto the bed and rolled me onto my front. He squirted lots of warm lube into my ass crack and began to work it into me with two fingers. I was surprised but happy. It was a lot of lube, and he had taken the time to warm it up. I wondered if I was going to take another cock this evening.

“I thought you might have been disappointed by your last client” he said as he massaged my buttocks, my inner thighs, and my scrotum. “I was was hoping you would be, actually”. He worked his hand to my anus and began inserting two fingers, twisting them around. With his other hand he squirted even more lube. He continued to finger me and it was delightful. I pushed my ass back to encourage him to go deeper. “I hoped that if he finished quickly, I could take you” he said. I kept my legs closed but I pushed by bottom up even more to meet his fingers. My eyes were closed and I moaned in real pleasure as he pushed into me, up to his knuckles, and very gently moved them around inside me. “But I thought, if I’m gonna take this ass, I want it to be good.”

I was genuinely surprised at where this was going. Master Johns seemed to be looking out for me for some personal reason that I had yet to understand, but I imagined that mostly was because I was doing as instructed and giving him an easier life. I knew he could have me any time he wanted. We both knew this was a master and servant relationship. I was a captive and while I might have chosen a certain path, I had no choice in what I did from day to day. But this was something more.

“And I know that guy doesn’t cum inside, so it won't even be sloppy seconds....” he said in a quiet voice.

Master had now had two fingers pushing and probing deep into my rectum. With the excess of warm lube it felt great. With the other hand he was gently caressing my scrotum and the base of my penis between my legs. He slid his fingers out of me and turned me onto my side. He popped a thumb back in my ass and bent down to kiss my penis. He ran his tongue around the tip, swirling it around and lapping up my precum. He sucked the head of my cock, engulfing the whole thing in his mouth and expertly massaging me with his tongue while his thumb pushed deep inside me, stretching me and relaxing me at the same time.

Doing it like this, with so much lube and so gently, made the experience incredible for me. I was pushing my bottom out for Master, but trying to push my cock forward too! I wanted to help him get the best angle for his thumb, his mouth, his tongue......

Then his mouth was gone, which was disappointing. His thumb, too, slowly and delicately withdrew. And then his big, hard cock was at my entrance. He scooped me into a ball on my side, bringing my knees further up toward my chest and placing my arms around them, making me hug my legs. He rested his hands on my hip as he got into position on spread knees at my rear and he slowly pushed forward.

I was relaxed, dripping in lube and so ready for this. His cook head slid into me, meeting only the slightest resistance. I was tight, of course, but I felt elastic under this man’s attention. The head filled me up but I knew there was more to come.

Master began to rock gently and slowly backwards and forward, his thick shaft delving a little deeper with every forward motion. He maintained a grip on my thigh and my buttock, resting on me and using my leg as a handle to better grip me. As my anus became more and more used Master’s girth, he picked up speed. As he did so, he explored further with one of his hands, still holding fast to me with the other. He learned forward and into his thrusting, running his rough, warm hand over my body.

I felt that electric feeling building, his penis reaching something within me that no-one else had. I wasn’t touching my cock and nor was he, but I knew it would make me come and soon. I writhed as much as I could in this position, moaning involuntary at the pleasure. He grabbed my face, turned me to him and kissed me. His tongue flicked into my mouth and teased my tongue. We were both breathing heavily now, almost panting into each other’s mouths as we maintained our kiss.

The intensity built by the second. I cried out, ecstasy taking hold. The sounds were lost in my throat, stifled by his lips on mine. All the while his lubricated shaft slid deep into me, then out, then back again. His hardness caressing my anal walls and filling me up. It was wonderful.

He drove forward even faster, then suddenly he was almost out, then a long hard stroke. And again. And again. He kissed me harder, and I moaned again. I couldn’t stop it: I came hard, every muscle in my abdomen pulsing as I spewed my juice over myself and the bedsheets. I don’t think I had ever come so hard before. The sensation of my pulsing anus gripping his cock was enough and just as I was reaching the end of my orgasm, he thrust forward one more time and ejaculated over and over. I could feel him throbbing inside me and I could feel every shot of his cum.

For the briefest of moments I felt guilt at having come without permission, but I realised just didn’t care. Master knew what he was doing. And if he didn’t.......well, I still didn’t care. I could not have stopped my orgasm if my life had depended on it.

We broke our kiss. We needed to breathe. We were panting, sweating, and weak from sex. He very slowly pulled his penis from me giving me another new sensation as my ass closed slowly around him. He lay next to me, spooning me, and he pulled the covers over us both as we lay in each other’s arms.

“Thank you” he whispered. I went to respond, an automatic thing after just a few days, but he pressed a finger to my lips to silence me. I would have said “thank you” back. I would have called him Master and showed him that I knew my place. Maybe I would have apologised for coming. This evening he wanted a lover, not a slave, and he didn’t want to hear any of it.

I didn’t really understand all this. I just knew that what just happened wasn’t being “fucked”, it was more than that. It took me to another place and I knew he’d come with me - literally!  We both feel asleep on top of the bed sheets. I felt warm and secure and exhausted. 

To be continued.....