Taken

I woke bright and early. Master stretched lazily next to me. I started to get up but he pulled me back down.

“Don’t go yet” he said, stroking my chest. “I want to hear more about this cute guy from yesterday. Last night you very rudely fell asleep before you finished telling me about him.”

Late last night we had both woken up to go pee. After we had gotten back into bed, I had mentioned that it had been a wonderful day and Master started asking questions. I mentioned my noon client and the fun we had. I must have fallen asleep before we finished talking.

“What’s up, Master Jonno” I said. “You jealous?” I giggled as he tickled me for my insolent behaviour.

“No, of course not.” He said. “Well, maybe a little. I want you to be happy though. This guy is Craig St.John, right?”

I rolled onto my side and gave Master all the details of what happened yesterday. He asked a couple of questions as I spoke but mostly he just listened. I finished the tale and said “so, what do you think?”

Master stroked my hair. “I think that young master St.John has a serious case of the hots for you, my young friend” he said. It made me go a bit gooey inside when he called me things like ‘my young friend’. I didn't think I would ever get used to that. “I have met Craig a few times. He’s a smart, attractive lad with prospects. You two would make a horribly cute couple.” I punched his arm lightly. “Just do me a favour, ok?” He said. I nodded. “Just take things slowly. Don’t get your hopes up too high and then you can’t be let down too far.”

I frowned at Master, genuinely concerned for a second. “Is this another one of those ‘trust me’ things, where you know something that I don’t?” I asked.

Master chuckled. “Nope” he said. “I think you pretty much know that Craig’s father is head of one of the most powerful families in the country. You aren’t stupid. You can guess that comes with certain complications. Also Craig has been in his fair share of scrapes over the years and hasn’t exactly been the picture of maturity. If he’s truly growing up and has his heart set on you, that’s a good thing. I can see why his father would be pleased by that.”

“By family, you mean crime family?” I said.

“Hmmmm,” he mused. “It’s a very old family and their wealth comes from crime originally, sure. Like a lot of us they are becoming more and more legitimate and I guess they’d prefer that people didn't refer to them as a criminal enterprise. That said, they still know everything that goes down in this city. They are very well connected.”

“But.....?” I asked. There was always a ‘but’ with Master.

“You’re not experienced in matters of the heart. I just don’t want you to get hurt if it doesn't all work out.” He said. He glanced over at me, not wanting to look me fully in the eyes.

“Awww” I said “you big softie. You do care really.”

Now he did look me in the eyes. “Yes.” He said simply. I have him a kiss on his cheek. He laughed, pushed me away, and then rolled me over away from him.

“What?” I said, laughing now too.

“I’m done with you. I just remembered that last night you referred to your time with Craig as the ‘best sex you’d ever had’. If you’d prefer some skinny twink to tickle your fancy, I'll see myself out!” He had that silly lopsided smile on his face.

“Don’t worry old timer,” I said, grinning. “You’re still pretty good for your age!” I giggled.

“Why, you.......!” He came at me, laughing, and beat me with a pillow. I laughed, trying to get away.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” I cautioned him. “You’re still in the top two, and I'm a dirty whore who’s always eager for more!” We both laughed and lay back on the bed, taking in the early morning sunshine and just being close to each other.

After several minutes he turned to me with a serious expression. I frowned. Now what?

“Hey, smarty-pants,” he said. I responded with a ‘uh-huh’. “You’re not a whore, ok?”

I sat up cross legged. I tilted my head to one side. I was totally fine with all this. He didn't need to spare my feelings. “It’s okay.” I said. I shrugged. “And I'm pretty sure that’s what it’s called when a person has sex in exchange for money!” I was smiling, trying to show him that I really was okay.

“No. ‘ Master responded, still serious. “We are whoring you out. You are not a whore. You’re just doing as instructed and we didn't give you any choice in the matter. There’s a big difference. The word ‘whore’ comes with connotations that..... well, that’s not you, okay?”

I rolled forward onto my knees and leaned over him. I kissed him. Looking him dead in the eyes I said “I get it. I’m sure one day you’ll fill me in on whatever secret you have been keeping from me. Until then..... I'm doing just fine, Master.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I thought I told you you don't have to.....”

I interrupted him. “Call you Master?” I said. “I seem to remember that you told me I didn't have to call you Master unless we were around others or we were in bed and I wanted to.”

He grabbed me, pulled me in for a long and passionate kiss, and he squeezed my bottom. “I’m sorry.” He said as he broke the kiss.

“That’s ok. Not your finest work, but we can practice!” I joked and I kissed him again.

He got a sour look on his face. “Not the kiss, you idiot boy!” He said. “I mean I'm sorry. We made a mistake getting you into this. We thought...... it doesn’t matter. We should have found another way, that’s all. I’m apologising, godamit!” He was almost cross which surprised me a little.

“Hey,” I said softly. “I don't know what the fuck you’re talking about, remember? I don’t know what you’re sorry for or why I should care. Stop apologising to me unless you’re going to tell me the full story.” I looked at him and caressed his face. I didn’t want to down this path again. I was in too good a mood. I wanted to keep the mood light. “I am fine. I’m okay. I am where I want to be right now, you big oaf! My only worry is what happens next and I am trying real hard to put that out of my mind!” I smiled at him.

He chuckled a bit. “Ok, ok” he said. “I just..... well, I'm just telling you how I feel, ok? And don’t worry about your future my friend. I’ve got you covered.”

I laughed. “Well, I wasn’t worried until you said that......” he tickled me and wouldn’t stop until I begged him. He just kept telling me this is what a smart mouth gets. Truth was, I was having an awesome time. I wasn't even sure I wanted to hear the ‘full story’. I didn't ever want to return to my old existence or even think about it. I hadn't missed my grandfather one bit. I didn’t know if I could call any of these people my ‘friends’, but they were the closest thing I had to friends in my entire life. When Master called me something other than ‘boy’ it just lifted me.

“Hey, my hunky jailer” I said when he finally let me go. “I need to shower and get ready. Don’t I have a client today?”

He chuckled at me. “Hey, my cute jailbait” he said, smirking at his own little joke. “Yes you do, at mid-day. I’m coming back to see you later though. I intend to show you that Fucking Craig Fucking St. Fucking John is not a better lay than me!”

“Hopefully I won't be too tired to accommodate Master” I said with an impish grin.

He chuckled some more. “Oh you’ll accommodate me, boy!” He said in a fake stern voice. He slapped my bottom then squeezed it. “I’ll lay out your....er....costume for your client and then I have to go.”

“Costume.....?” I said

“Let it be a surprise,” he said with a stupid grin. “But you might want to keep it for later. Oh, I'll have Connor lay out some evening clothes too. I’m taking you out for dinner.”

I raised my eyebrows. “I’m allowed out to play?” I asked.

“You certainly are.” He said. “Under the very close supervision of your Lord and Master, of course”. I snorted at that.

I got out of bed. I needed to get ready and messing around here with Master Jonno wasn’t getting me anywhere. I got to the door, changed my mind, leaned on the doorframe and pushed my ass out. “See you later, then” I said, and I sucked on a finger.

Master was kicking off the sheets and scrambling to get out of bed. “Maybe I'll grab a shower before I go!” He said, his cock already at half mast.

I rolled my eyes as I walked to the shower. I shouted over my shoulder, in my best impression of Master’s voice, “worst damn Master in the history of sex slaves”. I giggled and ran for it.

Thirty minutes later Master had gone. He had caught up to me in the shower, lifted me and pushed me into the corner of the cubicle. With warm water running over our bodies he fucked me hard against the wall, my legs wrapped around him and our mouths caught in a perpetual kiss. I came without even touching myself, Master’s big cock touching that special place inside me that sent hot electricity through my entire body. We soaped each other, washed, and he kissed me farewell and disappeared downstairs wrapped in a towel.

I sat on the bed in my usual spot, my own towel wrapped around me. For the first time in a long while I had nothing serious on my mind. I was content to just sit here for a few minutes and remember that big tattooed man sliding his cock in and out of me.

There was a knock on the door. Mister Conner entered with an arm full of clothing on coat hangers. He placed a set of clothes in my wardrobe and told me they were for later and then carefully laid out my ‘costume’ for today.

“What is that?” I asked.

“I believe it’s a sort of French maid’s outfit” Mister Connor replied. “Today’s client has been waiting a long time to see you. He is something of a novelty among the service personnel. As I understand it, they’re all happy to spend time with him. Master Johns ran out of time to bring these up so I said I'd do it.”

There was another knock at the door and two men carried in a bench. It was quite long, low, and padded across the top with a closed in base like a cabinet. It appeared to have several drawers and some metal loops along the sides.

The men left and I looked inquiringly at Mister Conner.

“Ah yes,” he said. “You are to wear you costume - no underwear, just what’s here - and lay on your back on the bench for when your client arrives. He usually asks that his boy is already restrained. He has been made aware that you have no restraints and we offered to place bucklers on you, but he declined and said he would manage.”

I had a momentary pang of worry at the thought of being restrained. Mister Connor saw my face and he smiled. “Don’t you worry” he said softly. “I probably shouldn't tell you this, but Master Johns has issued a general communication that if any client so much as lays a finger on you in anger, he will personally deal with them. It is fair to say that Master Johns has something of a reputation. No-one is going to tangle with him, that’s for sure.”

I smiled. That made me feel much better.

“There’s a very big difference between angry Master Johns and the Master Johns who left here this morning. He seemed very happy. I think he was even whistling at one point!”

I laughed. “We....er.....” I started.

Mister Connor held up his hands and interrupted. “You don’t need to explain to me. I was just pointing out how nice it is to see Master Johns so happy these days. It’s nice to see you happy, too, young man.”

“Thanks, Mister Connor.” I said. “I really appreciate what you do for me.”

He laughed. “Oh, you’re priceless!” He said. He got up, bid me a good day, and left.

I looked over the costume for today and glanced at the bench. This was going to be different, I thought.
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I looked at myself in the mirror inside the wardrobe door. I was wearing a black stretchy mesh sleeveless crop top that only came down an inch or two below my nipples, a black suspender belt and stockings which came to mid thigh, with no underwear. I had a black bolero style satin jacket that laced up the front and that also left my midriff uncovered, with a white frilly collar and shoulder caps. My midriff was naked and I had a very short black skirt that matched the top, complete with white frilly hem.

The skirt barely covered anything, but the outfit was undeniably cute. I took off my watch and put it away, closed the wardrobe door, and went to lie down on my back on the bench. I had one more piece of clothing to put on: a black eye mask that would blindfold me. I was a bit worried about being blinded for this client, but I guessed that if Master and Mister Connor thought it was okay then it was okay.

I lay back on the padding and fixed the eye mask in place with an elastic strap that went around my head. There was a little shaft of light coming from under one eye. It was comforting so I did not adjust the mask. I focused on breathing, and waiting.

Eventually the door opened. There were some soft footsteps and the door closed again. A man cleared his throat and set down a bag of some sort.

Gentle but firm hands took my legs and placed them one either side of the bench with my feet touching the floor. This left my legs slightly open and I knew that the skirt had ridden up leaving my cock on display.

The man took something from his bag then knelt by one of my feet. He held my foot in both hands, gently massing the sole by pushing both thumbs up toward my toes through the thin fabric of my stockings. It was a surprisingly sensuous feeling and he managed to do it without tickling me. He moved his hands to my calves and massaged there, too, before finally winding a soft cord around my ankle over and over, creating a cuff that he attached to a metal loop on the bench and locking my leg in its position.

He repeated the same thing with my other leg and by the time he had finished massaging my foot I had an erection. There was something about being touched like this while everything was on display that was a real turn on. Both of my legs were now locked in place, knees bent, my feet flat on the carpet and my legs spread either side of the bench. I was curious as to where this was going. It was nice.

The man came to my arms next. He massaged all along them, gently touching almost to the point of tickling. He pulled both arms above my head and bound them with the same soft cord, wrists together. He took out his cock and took control of my hands, making me touch him and play with him. After a few minutes I went to grasp the shaft of his penis but he pulled away. He moved my arms so that they were above my head, elbows bent, and he fastened my wrists to the end of the bench. As he finished he adjusted my mask, cutting off the little bit of light that was coming through.

He unlaced the jacket and let it fall open and he ran his hands over my midriff. He started by gently massaging, working his way up to a firmer massage that was almost like a medical exam as he explored how my muscles would react to his touch. Then he used his fingernails to scratch across my skin. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, but it was incredibly sensitive and sent my muscles into frequent spasms. He moved to my thighs and followed the same pattern. Every time he touched me he came close to touching my cock or balls, but never quite going there. It was agonising teasing. I just wanted him to touch me, to grasp my shaft. He took his time, never rushing.

He lifted my skirt and pushed it up to my midriff so that I was fully exposed. He poured warm gooey liquid over my hard penis and balls. He left it to run slowly into every crevice. I could feel little rivulets runnings through my public hair, down between my legs, and sideways over my stomach and down my side.

He grasped my scrotum and massaged. It was a firm touch that came from nowhere. Again it was not enough to hurt me but I certainly knew he was there. He smeared the warm lubricant around, massaging it into my balls and then up the base of my cock. The areas that he had touched began to feel warm. I realised that there was something in the liquid that was reacting and warming me. It was getting warmer. Almost hot.

He grasped my cock with both hands, pulled my foreskin back and massaging all around my head and the tip. He poured more of the oily liquid directly over my cock head and repeated, paying special attention to that sensitive area just under the head. The sensation was now very warm. It didn't hurt and in fact it was pleasurable, an always-on kind of heat that was wrapped around my balls, my penis, and especially the sensitive skin on my cock head. My blood was really pumping and my cock incredibly hard now. This was pleasure, but there was no respite from it.

My cock started to pulse with my heartbeat and I thought I would come any second. The heat made it feel like something was always touching me and on top of that, this man’s hands were like magic in the way they massaged, fondled and played. Before I could come he grasped my cock head very firmly in one fist, squeezing the blood out of it so that my erection subsided. He moved his hands away, waiting for a full minute, and then he poured more of the liquid and returned to massaging my scrotum.

The warmth returned, perhaps even hotter now and making me squirm. The man’s fingers and thumbs were everywhere, around the back of my scrotum almost to my anus, the base of my penis, in my pubic hair. I was pushing up from the bench in an attempt to get him to touch my cock and jerk me off. Finally his hands were there and he gently touched me, working up again to a firm masturbating action. Again my cock started to pulse and I was sure that I would have to come this time. Precum was literally drooling from the tip of my penis. Once again he gripped the head of my cock and squeezed. I moaned in frustration. God, I thought, let me come!

He did this twice more, taking me to the very edge of coming and then stopping me in my tracks. I was breathing heavily and sweating. I was moaning and squirming around caught in a kind of sexual daze. The heat around my cock and balls was now quite intense and I could feel precum pooling on my belly. I felt like I was being pleasured into madness.

Suddenly there was a cold wet towel roughly rubbing at my groin, soaking up the oil. It was an instant passion killer, but almost immediately his hands were back. I heard him rubbing something in his hands before I felt them. It was a sticky, gloopy sound as if he was washing them with liquid soap. He placed his hands around my cock and firmly massaged again, this time from the head down. The feeling of heat was already dissipating but now there was a feeling of intense cold that built quickly. My balls contracted and the head of my hard cock seemed to fill with blood almost to bursting point. He smeared and massaged this new stuff around my private parts, right down to my anus where he used a single finger to coat me in this new cold gel. He brought me once again to the very edge. Then, as before, he gripped me tightly and prevented my orgasm. I could hear him wiping his hands and then everything was quiet. The cold sensation down there was incredible and my cock was already growing hard again. I was pushing up, trying to fuck the air. My hole was throbbing too, the cold sensation creating an itch that I desperately needed this man to scratch. I was moaning loudly, an involuntary reaction to the sensory overload and the perpetual teasing. I felt like crying with the frustration of everything being switched on all at once. God, this man knew how to tease!

After several minutes of silence only broken by my squirming and heavy breathing, he was at the other end of the bench. He slid a finger into my mouth and explored. Then two and then three. They massaged my tongue, the roof of my mouth, and my cheeks. His other hand started to play with my neck, running fingernails up my neck to behind my ears and then back down again. I tried to suckle on his fingers, but every time I sucked he took them away only to start all over again. Eventually I just lay with my mouth open while he did what he wanted to do. It shouldn't have been a turn-on, but with my cock getting almost painfully cold and throbbing with hardness, my anus cold and pulsing and ready to be fucked, and his fingernails on my neck, I was on the verge of coming again.

He pulled his fingers away and grasped my cock again. Again my erection started to subside and again he left me in silence and darkness for a full minute before he was licking my thighs. He licked and sucked and touched me all the way up to my scrotum, but not quite touching it, and then back down to the tops of my stockings. I moaned. I wasn’t sure I could take it any longer. I was literally aching to come. My balls were so full and my scrotum so tight that I could feel things down there that I had never felt before. One more time he grabbed the head of my cock and stopped me. I groaned loudly.

The silent minute went by and my cock was already hard. Suddenly his mouth was on mine, kissing me deeply and passionately. His tongue was deep inside my mouth, exploring just as his fingers had done. He was a fantastic kisser. His lips were full and wet and his tongue action was incredible. With each rotation he had less time to play before he had to grab my cock and stop me from spewing my cum everywhere. He must have had some sixth sense about it.

I squirmed and moaned, breathing in short, shallow breaths that were making me light-headed. “Please….” I said, begging him to let me finish. He placed his hand over my mouth and very quietly said “shhhhhhh. Soon.” From that point on I couldn’t form words and simply lay there making involuntary animal sounds.

The wet towel was there again. It didn’t take away the cold sensation completely but it did lessen it. There was no time to adjust as almost immediately the man straddled my face and placed his cock in my mouth. I sucked him for all I was worth. My cock was again throbbing and I was fucking the air again, thrusting up with my hips as much as I could. I was just hoping he would let me come, or finish and leave so that I could deal with myself when he was gone.

It was not to be. I almost cried as he grasped my cock again. I tried to push up to jerk myself off in his fist, but he placed another hand on my hip and prevented me from moving. I was desperate. My god, this guy was almost torturing me with pleasure!

The time between him having to take hold of my cock in his fist and squeeze must have been down to thirty seconds now, maybe less. My breathing was shallow and ragged. I knew that before long I would simply come. I had to. It was inevitable.

He pulled a cord at my ankle and freed my leg, and again on the other side. He pushed my legs back exposing my ass and smeared warm lube around my anus which counteracted the cold. He probed just the very tip of a single finger into me as he went. He smeared, massaged, played, and fingered me. I would get used to a finger, then he would withdraw it and return to my cock. I’d be ready to come and he would grasp the head of my penis and place his thumb inside me. I didn't know whether I was coming or going - actually that's not true, I knew I wasn’t coming but I knew I would explode if I didn't come soon!

I squirmed again and pulled on my arm restraints which were starting to make my arms ache. He leaned over me and pulled on another cord to release my arms, but left my wrists tied together. In a very soft voice he said “if you try to touch yourself I will tie your arms back again”. I groaned loudly again. God I needed to touch myself!

He shuffled forward on the bench. His erect penis was at my entrance now. He applied just the slightest pressure, pressing forward and incredibly slowly pushing against my well lubricated hole. Both of his hands were on my cock. I was keeping my legs spread and pulled back by force of will. I needed him to fuck me, to touch me, to bring me off! The teasing was too much!

My anus was parting to let him in and my cock was harder than it had ever been in my short life. He took his hands off me and pushed harder. His cock slipped in, the lube and intensive fingering having opened me up and relaxed my sphincter. I let out a long breath, the relief of being filled up inside was amazing. I had never been so desperate for a man to push himself into me. I had to have it. My muscles were literally aching for him to fuck into me. I felt like an animal.

“God, please fuck me” I said and it came out as a whisper. The man pushed my legs right back and crouched over me, quickly building his rhythm until he was pumping his cock into me. I was moaning loudly now over and over and over. I tried to be quiet but I could not help it. “Please....please....please...” I was saying. The cold sensation around my cock and balls combined with the hot pleasure of this man’s expert fuck action was killing me. I would have done literally anything at that point if he’d just allow me the pleasure of release. My whole body was on fire with urgent, passionate, hot lust.

Then he slowed right down. He let my legs down so they were spread over his lap. He pushed all the way into me and then grasped my cock in one hand. I groaned thinking he was going to squeeze again and stop my orgasm which was so close, but instead he pulled my foreskin back, pulling it down as I pushed hard up, his fist gripping me tightly but not squeezing me until I was soft.

The sensation of the cold, the hard cock in my ass which was throbbing with heat, my foreskin being pulled back and my cock stimulated like this...... it was all too much. I saw stars and then I was there, that point of no return where the scales tip and there is no stopping it. A tidal wave of wave of oxytocin and testosterone flooded through my body. Having been so close so many times in the last hour, my mind was now detached and I experienced the whole thing in incredibly detailed slow motion. A huge well of pleasure overflowed in my groin. It built with increasing speed, its radius pulsing out to reach as far as my navel and thighs. Everything got hotter, my skin was on fire and ultra sensitive. I pushed up with my hips, every fibre of every muscle straining to push my cock up, line it up, get it ready, and I cried out in an animal, throaty growl. Then suddenly everything contracted. The vast pulsing wave zoned into that small place behind my scrotum and a split second later I shot cum like I have never come before. Huge spurts of the stuff shot over my head as I orgasmed. As I came the man thrust forward and ground into me. I could feel the quick pulses along his shaft as he shot his load inside me, my sphincter pulsing and contracting around his cock with every one of my ejaculations. I cried out again, still shooting spurt after spurt. I thought I would never stop. I lost count of how many times my balls pumped another spurt out through my cock. Everything ached, but it was an intense, pleasurable ache.

Then it was over. I was totally spent, absolutely nothing left to give. A wave of the most blissfully sleepy tiredness flooded through my chest like the drug. The man took a long deep breath. He leaned over me and kissed me. He whispered in my ear “Thank you. You certainly are gold standard” before he kissed me again. I tried to respond, to thank him, to say anything, but my head was a scrambled mess and I had forgotten how to form words. He pulled out of me, his long shaft sliding with another incredible sensation from my tight passage. He got up. There was some shuffling and suddenly the door was opened and he was gone.

I ripped the eye mask off but it was too late, he’d departed. I looked down at my cock which was a throbbing purple colour. I had cum leaking from my ass and my stomach and costume were covered in large splats of my own juices. I even had it in my hair. I didn’t know anyone could come so much. Every muscle in my body felt like I had taken part in a marathon.

I got up and went to my bed, my wrists still tied and my legs wobbly. I got up onto the fresh sheets and lay back. I should have gone to get showered and cleaned up but I couldn’t move yet. I was utterly exhausted. This man had kept me on the edge for almost an hour and then emptied me all at once. I lay back and was asleep in seconds. I dreamed of mysterious men touching my cock and only woke much later as I came again, this time in my sleep. I looked down at the small pool of cum on my midriff. I noticed that the cord on my wrists had been cut and I looked around to see that everything was clean again. Everything apart from me.

I hadn't had a wet dream in a long time. I lay back, spread eagle on the bed. My god, that was amazing. Master would be disappointed though as I wasn't about to wear this sexy outfit until it had been laundered. It was quite literally covered in my cum.

I felt tired but refreshed for some sleep. I needed to get up and get showered. I needed the water to soothe my muscles, especially the ache in my balls. I shuffled off the bed and all through my shower I wondered how the hell someone learns to do that to a person.

----—————

I was showered and ready to get dressed for my evening out. I selected some especially skimpy black briefs from my private stash and pulled out the hangers that Mister Connor had left in my wardrobe. I was a bit surprised to find a tailored black tux, a fitted white shirt with a wing-tip collar, and a bag of matching accessories including braces, cufflinks, and shiny black shoes. This all looked very expensive and I started to wonder what Master had in store for me tonight.

The shirt and tux fitted perfectly, as did the shoes. Everything was slim-fitting and modern and I loved the way I looked. I had never had anything like this before. I got to the bow tie and stalled. I had never tied one and had no idea what I was doing, so I pocketed it and hoped that either Mister Connor or Master would be able to help.

I don’t know how long I spent looking in the mirror, but it was a long time. I just couldn't believe that I was standing here in these expensive clothes that were clearly made to measure. I started to think about what was going to happen next in my life. I worried that just as I got comfortable with my sexuality and my situation, everything would be ripped away from me and I'd be back where I started. As usual I knew I should care more that I had been taken and pimped out, but by this point I didn’t. Since my situation had changed, especially after my encounter with the Prince, everything had been..... well, it had been great.

I ended up taking my shoes off and sitting in my usual spot on the edge of the bed. As always when thinking about the future, I was spiralling into a depressed state. Maybe it was the lack of energy from this morning’s session, the low after the extreme high, but I couldn’t get my mind back on the here and now. Master had said to trust him but he always said that. What if I was just being used? What would I do if all this just went away? Master had told me he was sorry that he got me into this. What if his solution was to get me out of it? Was I so entrenched in this life as a sex slave that I could think of no better life for myself? Did there have to be a better life than this? Why?

I had gone down a rabbit hole so I was near to tears when Master strolled into my room. He had a broad grin on his face and was obviously in the same great mood that he had been in this morning. He took one look at my face and his grin disappeared.

“Hey, what’s up?” He said, frowning. He came to sit next to me and put his arm around me.

I shook my head to clear it. “I’m just being silly,” I said. “I was looking at myself in this expensive outfit and I got thinking about my future and what happens next and......” a big tear rolled down my cheek. “......and I just wondered what I'm gonna do and I don’t know and.....” I trailed off. I didn't know what I was saying anymore and I was fed up with being such a fucking crybaby.

Master hugged me close. And stroked my hair. “What are you so worried about?” He said softly.

I looked up at him and took a deep breath. “I don’t want to go back to my old life.” I said. “I know I shouldn't be happy here, but I am.” I sounded miserable and whiny even to my own ears.

Master squeezed me. He turned me by the shoulders to face him. Looking me direct in the eyes he said “You are not going back to your old life. You're just not.” He shook his head earnestly. “I'm in your life kiddo. At least, I’m here all the while you want me. As for the rest, well you are going to have to trust me. And yeah, I know..... but you are.”

“You’re not going to dump me because you feel you made a mistake getting me into all this?” I asked, looking up at him.

“No.” He said and he seemed sad about that. “I think we've opened Pandora’s box. There’s no going back now.” He smiled and hugged me again. With my head pressed to his chest he continued. “I know you have had no-one to rely on as you grew up. You’re too used to having to rely on yourself. I get it. But just this once, take a leap of faith.”

It was hard to remain moody and depressed in Master’s arms. I pulled away from him. “You asking?” I said, forcing a smile.

“Yeah, I'm asking, kid” he said and he smiled back.

“Okay then. I can do that.” I said.

“You still want to go out? We can stay here if......?”

“No. Of course I do. You went to all this trouble!”

Master smiled broadly. “Good” he said. “You deserve a night away from here.”

I got up and smoothed down my suit, put my shoes back on, and got Master to help me with the bow tie. I asked where we were going but he wouldn't tell me. We left the house and got into a large chauffeur driven car. The excitement of a night out began to kick in and I left my worries behind.

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We were outside the top hotel in the city having just been dropped off at the kerbside. There were crowds of people everywhere on both sides of the street. Some were beautifully dressed people being dropped off out of shiny limousines and making their way to the hotel entrance, while others stood watching the spectacle and taking photos. There were celebrities and stars here interspersed with regular people. Wealthy people, I guessed.

The entrance to the hotel was covered in a huge red and gold canopy and a bright red carpet snaked from the entrance bordered by a matching rope barrier.

I stood by the edge of the sidewalk suddenly anxious. There were more people here than I had seen in a long time, maybe ever. Master chuckled to himself in that way he had. He stood in front of me, brushed off my shoulders, straightened by jacket and bow tie, and touched my cheek. “Don’t tell me mister smart-mouth is nervous of a party?” He said.

“I wasn't expecting a red carpet event and a million people!” I said, a little bit exasperated.

Master laughed. “You need some party experience. Stick by my side and you’ll be fine. Oh, and don't call me Master in here. Call me Jonno. Or else.” He moved behind me and pushed me forward toward a blacked-out window of the hotel. “Look at that” he said, pointing to our reflections. “I meant to say this earlier but you were having an emotional breakdown,” I rolled my eyes. “You look amazing. You’re going to be the hottest guy here by light years. I’m lucky to have you on my arm tonight.” And he grinned from ear to ear.

“Thank you” I said. I had to admit, even I thought I looked pretty good in this tight fitting tux. I turned from side to side to get a good look.

Master put he arm around me and hugged me from behind. “We’re going to have some dinner, have a little fun, and then we have a suite booked for the night. We'll need to be back at the house tomorrow morning as you have a personal briefing for the company party.”

“Cool,” I said. “By the way. What am I tonight?” I just wanted to know whether I was here as an escort, a friend, a distant cousin...... I didn't mind, but it made sense to know my place.

“Tonight, you’re my boyfriend. That okay?”

That sent a warm thrill running through me. Yeah, that was okay. I smiled and my cheeks flushed red.

I had a sudden thought. “Hey, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but how does a naughty slave master in charge of an illegal sex ring get tickets to something like this? Isn’t this just for the famous and very wealthy?” I smirked at him. I was amazed to see that he flushed a little red and looked uncomfortable.

“What’s up?” I asked. “Either you stole the tickets or you’re embarrassed at what I called you.....?”

His awkwardness passed and he laughed. “The latter, smart-mouth” he said with a wry grin. “I never got used to that...... well, that kind of terminology. It doesn’t sit well with me, that’s all” he finished with a shrug.

“Hey I was just kidding, you know that, right?” I said, suddenly concerned that I had pissed him off.

“I know. And you’re right even if you were just joking. Sometimes I just need to get over myself! Anyway, let’s just say I’m not famous.” He took my hand and walked ahead, pulling me along. I suddenly realised he was telling me he was the other category, ‘very wealthy’. I gulped and followed.

We made our way to the red carpet. I loved that he kept hold of my hand the whole way, in front of everyone and with not a care in the world. Within a few minutes we had reached the grand ballroom. We were offered champagne by a smartly dressed waiter who looked me and Master up and down. He placed a hand on my arm and said “you just call me over any time you want more, darling”. My eyes went wide. The inference was clear and I wasn't used to openly gay people around me. Master lowered his hand and squeezed my bottom.

“Get used to it, kid” he said. “You’re going to get hit on a lot tonight. Especially looking like you do!”

“There a lot of gay people here?” I asked. “Like, openly gay?” I was somewhere between intrigued and shocked. In the back of my mind I just kinda thought that we would be the only ones, me and my Master.

“Of course. As many as straight, almost anyway.” He smiled down at me. “Like I said, not everyone has the same views about you and me as your grandfather had.”

I looked around with fresh eyes. I noticed a couple kissing at the bar, two young men who just didn’t care who was watching them. There was another couple in a larger group, a younger man with his arm around his boyfriend, totally open about their love for one another. The more I looked, the more I smiled. This was a real awakening for me. I had heard what people had said to me, but seeing and experiencing it was something else. Hey, maybe it was ok to be gay after all! My spirits really lifted. All at once I felt like everything was alright with the world.

We had a great evening. We had a nice meal, we drank champagne, we danced late into the evening and we mingled with the great and the good (and bad) of this fair city. I was considerably more popular than I wanted to be. I started the night quite naive and engaged in conversation with anyone and everyone. By the end of the night I was attached to Master like a limpet, the only defence I had against the string of men of all ages who wanted to flirt and who wanted my number. I had a conversation with Master about it. I asked him what I should do as I didn't have a phone and I wondered if I should just make one up. He laughed at me and told me it was my room number they wanted. I shouldn’t have been so shocked at that given what I had been doing for several weeks, but I was unused to being the centre of attention in this way. And that was putting it mildly.

By midnight I was exhausted. I’d drunk a little too much champagne and I was hot and sweaty from dancing my ass off. I slumped into one of the booths that circled the dance floor and Master came to join me. My bow tie was undone and hanging down, my shirt undone further than it should have been.

“You had enough for one night?” Master asked.

“Yes and no” I said. “I’m loving it, but I'm out of juice!”

Master smirked. “Oh no!” He said. “Just so I’m clear, what juice are we talking about?”

I pulled him in for a kiss. “I think I have enough juice for a thank-you” I said in his ear. He helped me up and we wandered off toward the elevator. The waiter from earlier intercepted us.

“I get off in ten” he said “if you two boys need any help.....?” Once again the inference was pretty clear.

I looked to Master. I wondered whether he’d go for it. I didn’t really want to play around tonight but I had a sudden realisation that I was still the slave in this relationship and if Master wanted.... well, we’d be a threesome. Master looked at me then turned back to the waiter. He stepped into him, cheek to cheek as he squeezed his bottom and whispered something in his ear. I took that to mean he was coming with us, but he smiled, said “well that’s okay but you be sure to catch me next time, right?” And he wandered off.

“Oh, we will,” Master called after him.

I smiled at the big man. “Thanks” I said.

“That’s ok. I don't feel like sharing tonight either.”

“Either?” I asked.

“I can read you like a book. Besides, I see you’re tired out. There will be plenty of time for playing around. You’ve got years of parties ahead of you.” He grinned as we boarded the elevator. I didn't know whether that was a reference to my earlier angst or just a throwaway comment and I didn't ask. All I knew is that it left me feeling good.

We walked along the corridor to our room. It was a classy hotel and I didn’t feel entirely comfortable in places like this. It was a long way from how I grew up. That feeling intensified as Master opened the door and we entered. This was no ordinary room, it was a huge suite. It was all on different levels with floor to ceiling windows looking out over the bay area. Between where we were standing and the bed on the far side of the room was an enormous hot tub sunk into the floor. It was like a swimming pool. My eyes were wide.

Master picked me up in his arms. He raised his eyebrows, kicked the door closed behind us and said “that tux was custom made and it was very expensive.” I smiled. I guessed it had been. He continued. “And it was very naughty if you to ruin it” he was grinning now, while I was frowning in confusion. I hadn't ruined it? In fact, I had been super careful with it. I wanted to keep it!

Master took two steps forward and without warning he dropped me into the pool. I screamed. My head went under and I came back up coughing and spluttering. Master was crying with laughter. I stood up in the bubbling water, wet through, my mouth hanging open. “I...... I........ what......?”

Master stripped off his jacket and shirt quickly and kicked off his shoes before wading into the water. He grinned at me again. “Oops, that was clumsy” he said. He started to strip me. He got my wet jacket off and threw it to one side before swiping the braces off my shoulders and unfastening my pants.

“You complete bastard!” I said, finally finding some words.

Master responded by literally ripping my fitted shirt open, sending buttons flying. He yanked my pants down and moved in for a kiss. His mouth was wide and his tongue was deep into my mouth in seconds, his hands on my shoulders, squeezing and pulling me close. He moved to my ear to nibble my earlobe and lick down my neck. He bit me lightly on the neck making me flinch, then he was back on my lips and kissing me with force. He was passionate, bordering on rough.

He kissed me some more then turned me around. I still had my shirt on and my pants were down by my knees so I couldn't easily move. It didn't matter. Master was so strong that he just moved me. He pushed me to the side of the pool and pulled the shirt off my shoulders and half-way down my arms, locking my arms at my side. I couldn’t move in the tight wet fabric. He lifted me slightly, pushing me and bending me over the side of the pool and he grabbed my black briefs and pulled them over to one side. He dove in, his tongue lapping at my entrance while his hands held my cheeks apart and his thumbs caressed the edge of my anus. I closed my eyes and gave in to the pleasure.

Master’s tongue pushed into me. He was on fire tonight. He wanted me and he was taking what he wanted. He pushed with his thumbs and stretched me out, thumbs, tongue and mouth working on me relentlessly. I tried to get up at one point to change position but he pushed me down and held me in place. Master had never been this way with me before and it sent a thrill up my spine.

Suddenly he was standing and bending over me. He was kissing my neck, using his body to keep me in place as he undid his pants and pulled them down. I could hardly move anyway with my arms pinned to my side and my legs stuck together by wet, half-removed clothing.

Then his cock was at my back door. He thrust forward and took me, not waiting, not gentle. It knocked the breath out of me and it hurt just a little bit as his big cock rammed past my sphincter, but I loved it. He was humping me in short, quick bursts while he lay over me, kissing and biting my neck and ears. I was pushing back, desperate to be fucked. Master reached down and grabbed each of my thighs and lifted me slightly so that my ass was sticking out as much as it could be. He switched to long thrusts, pulling all the way out and then forcing back into me. He built up speed, screwing me like never before.

I thought he would come but he pulled out, grabbed me and turned me around again and kissed me deeply. He reached around and inserted a couple of fingers while he held the back of my neck with the other hand, his tongue deep in my mouth. Then he pushed me back. He roughly yanked the shirt off my body and pushed me to sit on the edge of the pool. He took my legs and lifted them, removing my pants as he did so. He literally ripped my underpants off me and then he was back at me. He lifted my legs so high that I had to lay back on the cold tiled floor and he rammed his cock back into me. He hugged my legs tightly against his body and he fucked me.

I moaned a little and he slapped my bottom hard. I don’t know why but it was a huge turn-on. I moaned again and received another slap. By now now my cock was hard. It was still a deep purple for the edging I received earlier and I couldn't believe I would be able to come again today, but I knew I was going to.

Master waded out of the water. He picked me up and threw me on the bed face down and stuck his face between my cheeks and lapped at my hole again. He got his tongue right inside me. It was big and strong and felt terrific. He scrambled up my back and mounted me, once more shoving himself into me and pounding me from behind. He grasped the back of my shoulders and raised himself up, his weight on me. He shifted his hips to bring my bottom into a slightly more upward position, and then he really fucked me. I could hardly get any air and was left making breathy noises as Master slammed into me over and over. We had never fucked like this and I just wanted more. I felt like his little slut and I loved it.

He slowed and I thought this was it, but I was wrong. He flipped me over in one quick movement and lifted my legs and hooked them over his shoulders. Once again he was at my entrance, but this time he looked me dead in the eyes as he teased the head of his cock around my anus. Then he shot forward, his entire hard penis inside me in one go. He ground into me making me complexly full, touching places inside that no cock had yet touched. He pulled out, then back in, then out again. Over and over he teased my hole and then fucked me full of cock. I was hot, sweating, and quivering.

He leaned forward with an open mouth and kissed me hard. His tongue darted in and out of my mouth as he ground his lips against mine. He reached back and slapped my bottom again, and again, and again. The sensation of being roughly taken, being sharply slapped, and having this man’s mouth force me into long wet kisses was almost more than I could take.

Then he withdrew. He rolled me onto my side and got behind me and we spooned. Gently now, and slowly, he inserted himself into me. His hot breath was on my neck and he snaked his arm to where he could cover my mouth with his hand. He grabbed my hip with his other hand and rocked backward and forwards.

His cock was caressing that special spot inside me and he knew it. I went to touch myself but he caught my hand and brought it back down to my hip.

Master’s fucking was long, slow and sensual now. He changed angle with almost every thrust, knowing that drove me crazy. I made soft moaning noises every time he was on that special place and that’s when he changed to avoid it. It was killing me. My balls were tight and my cock standing right up. Then he changed tactic again and sought to touch that place. I moaned louder and louder and his thrust become longer, harder and deeper. I cried out, the sound muffled by his big hand across my mouth. He pushed hard and ground his pubic hair into my ass and that was the end for me. I spewed cum everywhere until I ached. As I finished coming Master changed his position. He flipped me back onto my front, spread my legs wide, and went for it. After several big, long strokes he shouted out loud and filled me with his hot cum. I could feel his shaft pulsing inside me and I felt the molten heat of his juices.

I was panting and so was Master. He collapsed on top of me and we lay there for a while, our hot and sweaty bodies still joined together. Eventually he rolled off me and his hard-hard cock slid from inside me. I felt cum running freely out of my hole and I reached back to touch myself. I was hot back there and I felt wonderfully used.

Master slapped my ass hard and came in for a kiss. We embraced for a little while, just holding each other and kissing and touching. He swatted my hand away from my bottom and replaced it with his own, running a finger around my anus and inserting just the tip of his finger, sampling the heat and the softness and the wetness.

Suddenly he was on me again. I was confused at first, but he was rock hard again and while I lay on my back he was already filling me up, his cum lubricating my passage. He fucked into me a few times and then flipped me over again. He got me up on all fours, slapped me, and entered me as he knelt behind me.

This second fuck didn’t take long. He took hold of my hips and screwed into me. I pushed back, surprised and delighted that he was up again, while he rutted like a teenager. I think I was being quite loud now and Master was too. He pulled me back with his arm across my check so that I was kneeling up and leaning back on him. His cock was lodged inside me and he took hold of my own cock with his free hand.

“No” I said, really not sure I could come again. I was hard because his cock was creating such waves of pleasure inside me, but my penis had been abused today and it was tender and my balls were close to implosion. He didn't listen though. He jerked me off until I cried out and shot a tiny amount of cum, all I had left. He pushed me forward again, back onto all fours, and he fucked me hard until he couldn’t hold it any longer. He pulled out and shot all over my back.

Both utterly spent, we crashed down onto the mattress to breathe and cool down.

After many long minutes of recovery I shifted position to look at Master. “Fuck, where did that come from?” I asked. It had been truly amazing but I wondered if I would be able to walk tomorrow!

Master propped himself up on his elbow and kissed my lightly. “So,” he said “number one or number two?”

I was confused. Was he numbering the positions now? I rolled onto my back and looked up at him. “What are you talking about, Master?” I asked. I knew he loved it when I called him master when we were in bed.

“Am I in the number one position or number two?” He asked, now grinning like an idiot. “Better that young mister St.John, or second fiddle?”

I laughed. “I think I might have to reassess after that performance.” I said. “A night out with high society, vintage champagne and a truly fantastic fuck.....?” Yeah, you’re in the lead again. “But I'm taking points off for ruining that dinner suit. I liked that!”

Master laughed now. “I’ll buy you another. But it’s your own fault. You looked damn hot tonight and watching you get mauled by all of society’s gay men has been making me gradually more horny all night. Sorry if I was a bit rough though......”

“No need to apologise” I said. “It seems I quite enjoy being taken roughly by the man of my dreams. I think I need to give my balls a week off though!” We both laughed at that.

Something dawned on me. “I just thought” I said. “I have nothing to wear tomorrow. And no toothbrush. And nothing else either.” I sat up, suddenly concerned but amused. “You might have to smuggle me out in some laundry or something.”

“Such little faith in your lord and master” he said, still lounging back on the bed and truly comfortable and relaxed, his arm behind his head. “If young sir would care to check the wardrobe, you have two changes of clothes and a selection of underwear just in case I need to use you again. In the adjoining bathroom you have a full set of toiletries including some exclusive cologne..... which I have just realised you can't use because you have your party briefing tomorrow and you can't turn up smelling of expensive stuff like that. Sorry!” He sniggered.

“Well, it seems Master thinks of everything” I said. I lay back down and scooched over to rest my head on his chest. “Even if Master forgets that I am a slave and am not permitted to wear expensive cologne.” I laughed. “But Master is getting old and forgetful, so we must forgive Master”.

“I have created.....” he started, and I joined in “the worst sex slave in history!”

“I must be awful” I said. I kissed his chest and ran my hand over his muscled torso, tracing one of his tattoos with my finger. “I mean, you keep fucking me. You’ve fucked me more than any client. I just assume I'm so bad at it that you’re just desperately trying to train me!”

He grabbed me, kissed me, and held me in his arms and we simply lay there. We were both tired. As we started to drop off to sleep, completely oblivious to the wet and dirty sheets, Master said “No, you’re great. Not long now”.

I closed my eyes. It had been a long day, but a good one.