Enticed #20: Special Guest Pt. 2

This is the second installment of chapter twenty of my adventures in the early 90s with a gay man about 15 years older than me who saw me as a near-reincarnation of his first boyfriend. Check my post history for earlier installments of the story of an older man’s toy.

When we finally were finished and Master had released me from the table he took New Master to his bathroom. I was sent to the guest bathroom to shower.

“Wait,” he stopped me. “You come with us, Slave. I want you to see me showering with another man. It’ll teach you more respect for your masters and help you learn your place.”

“Yes, Master.”

As they both stepped into the shower I took a position on my knees on the floor and watched my master lather up his friend just as he had done to me many times. They rubbed and stroked, kissed and licked for more than 15 minutes. They both jacked and stroked each other as their mouths explored.

I slipped a washcloth under me when I started feeling the sperm of two men oozing from my stretched asshole.

I watched them closely as the water rinsed their bodies. They were breathing heavily and their balls were constricted. I could see the pulsing and contracting of their muscles. My own cock was stiff and aching against the leather cock ring, as well.

Even with the water running down them, I could see lines of semen slowly pulsing out of their swollen heads. After pumping cum into me twice in less than 45 minutes, neither man had anything left but milky, almost clear semen. But, I could see their pleasure as they began to slow down.

“Slave,” Master breathed turning toward me. “Clean our cocks. What we have left is yours.”

“Thank you, Master.” I lifted up on my knees to guide his dying meat into my mouth. My own hard cock bobbed as I rose up.

It was wet and rapidly going limp. But, I could feel his pulse still faster than normal on my tongue. I tasted his thin, familiar semen and swallowed hungrily.

After a couple deep sucks on Master’s cock, I switched to New Master. He still was nearly half hard.

I swirled my tongue around his dark meat and used it to explore the space between my teeth and cheeks. All the while his rapid pulse and contracting muscles pumped his own thin semen into every corner of my mouth.

Thin as it was, the bitterness was only slightly subdued. I used my fingers to milk out as much as he could give me.

I didn’t release him until my black master’s cock was as limp as Master’s. I could feel my own dick pulsing and slowly oozing my pent up cum down its shaft.

“Now, go take a shower and get dressed for me,” Master said.

“Yes, Master.” I stood and left them taking my cum-covered washcloth with me.

Fifteen minutes later, I was clean – and empty of the cum both my masters had deposited inside me. As much as I wanted to, it was forbidden for a slave to handle his own sexual needs while wearing the collar. So, I had let my erection go untended.

I walked as sensually as possible into the living room in my pink lounge pants and nothing else. I had retrieved them from the kitchen while my masters still were in the master bedroom. The collar, cuffs, and cock ring, of course, were in place. I could feel the d-rings swing back and forth with every step. I had left the butt plug out since I already had been well stretched by my masters.

They were sitting on the couch facing each other talking when they noticed me.

Master moaned and had that familiar hungry, but loving, look in his eyes. New Master had a different reaction.

“Damn!” I think it was supposed to be a whisper. But, his voice came out at normal conversation level. He had to whisper just to have an “inside voice.”

“I take it this is what you meant when you told him to dress for you?” he asked Master.

“It’s one of the outfits I bought him last year when he all but moved in,” Master said. “He has the same outfit in several colors here and at his place. He wears them for me and for his performances. But, pink is reserved for me. There’s a shirt and thong to go with it. But, he knows when to wear them and when not to.”

The fabric of the pants was pretty sheer in the lighter colors. It was clear I wasn’t wearing the thong under the pink pants. But, the cock ring forced my cock and balls forward to create a pronounced and obvious bulge. It bounced and wobbled as I walked.

I approached them and dropped to my knees on the floor between them, my eyes down.

“Your slave waits,” I said.

“What does that mean?” New Master asked. “He said that before.”

“It means he waits for my - our - instructions or commands,” Master explained. “He waits for our pleasure, to tell him what we want.”

“Bring me a drink,” Master said. “Do you want another beer?”

“Sure,” he said. “But, take off your pants, Slave.

“I want to see him swing.”

“Yes, New Master.” I pulled the pants down as I stood up revealing the leather cock ring helping to display my half-hard cock and tight balls. I took the pants with me to the kitchen and dropped them in the same chair before I returned to the living room.

I carefully resumed my position on the floor between them before handing them their drinks. I lifted my cock and balls up above my thighs as I knelt on the floor, keeping them visible to my masters.

“I could get used to this, Blaise,” New Master said. His eyes hadn’t left my package from the time I entered the room until after I was settled on the floor.

“It’s something we’ve only recently begun experimenting with,” Master said. “A couple months ago I mentioned trying it out. The next thing I know he’s having me tie him down. Tying him to the table like that and all the leather were his ideas. He’d been using a collar as part of his domination show. But, - .”

“If I may, Master,” I interjected.

“Yes?”

“This slave will need another collar to keep at the Lodge so this collar may remain here under Master’s care. Your slave should have a proper collar for his shows. But, this one should be reserved for private service.”

“That’s a good idea, Slave,” Master said. “As much as I share you with others, I like knowing you want to keep our private time special.”

“This whole master and slave thing is all new,” Master continued talking to New Master. “I’m kind of digging it.”

I smiled though my face remained down-turned.

“I like it,” New Master said. “I wish I had my own slave.”

“I am yours, New Master. Your slave waits,” I said without looking up.

“I know you’re mine today. I mean I wish I had a slave like you at home,” he replied. “Especially a hot, white stud like you. I know a lot of gay brothers that’d love a willing white slave.”

“You honor your slave,” I said. “Master might share his slave occasionally.”

“There’s an idea, Bill,” Master said. “I told you about his shows. I’m used to sharing him with other men. I don’t have a problem renting him out. I could send him down one Friday afternoon. And, you can have him ‘til Sunday night.”

“Rent?” New Master caught that, sounding shocked.

“If I may, Master,” I said.

“Please explain, Slave,” he said.

“This slave - all proper slaves - are property,” I said. “This slave’s body, desires, free will, and even identity belong to Master. This slave is an object to be given, lent, rented, or traded as Master sees fit.

“Slave belongs to Master.”

“You’ve already seen his value and how eager he is to please,” Master said. “You’ll have a hard time finding another slave who enjoys serving like this one.”

Master was really getting into this.

“I suppose if he’s a slave, the idea of ‘ownership’ has to be considered,” New Master said. “So, what about price?”

“Six o’clock Friday to six o’clock Sunday is about – what, 48 hours?” Master replied. “What’s 48 solid hours of servitude, sexual and otherwise, worth to you – especially from a specimen as clean, fit, and eager as this one?

“And, you haven’t even felt his deep throat or had him in your ass yet. I’m telling you, he could go pro.”

“Should we be discussing this in front of him?” New Master asked. “ I mean, - .”

“He’s a slave, not a child. We can discuss anything in front of him,” Master said. “Are you afraid you’ll hurt his feelings?

“Slaves are servants. Slave feels only what I tell him to. Isn’t that right, Slave?”

“Yes, Master,” I said. “This slave lives for the pleasure of his masters. New Master already has seen this slave’s love of cock and cum.

“It would be an honor to serve New Master exclusively. Your slave waits.”

“Goddamn,” New Master boomed. “He’s really into it. Shit. Name your price. I have to check my calendar. But, I’ll call you Monday to set up a good date.”

“Slave, go get yourself a beer and come sit between us on the couch,” Master said.

“Thank you, Master,” I said as I rose.

“Do you have your butt plug in?” he asked.

“No, Master.”

“Go insert it first.”

I returned to the living room before the kitchen.

“Please, Master, your slave presents his plugged ass for your inspection.”

I turned around and bent over to show my masters the plug.

“Very good, Slave,” Master said. “Now, get all three of us a beer and sit between us.”

I disappeared without a word.

“A pink butt plug, too?” I heard New Master ask before I left the room.

When I settled back down between them both older men claimed a thigh. New Master’s huge hand was more than half as long as my thigh. He moved it up and down a bit, searching for my limp, but growing cock in its leather strap. He brushed against it several times. Each time he touched it I felt a twitch. After the second or third time the twitch and swelling became visible.

He then placed his huge hand on my cock and rubbed and stroked me slowly. Both my masters were watching his hand closely.

I was thrilled at the sight of his brown hand wrapped around my light red meat. While still mostly limp, it all but disappeared in his thick fist.

I watched him intently since I had to keep my head bowed even while on the couch.

My breathing was getting heavier by then and in a few seconds a bead of precum appeared at the tip of my stiffening cock. Then he stopped and pulled his hand away.

Master looked up at him, curious.

“I like edging my toys,” New Master said. “It lets them know who’s in control.

“I guess, that’s even more important with a slave. He needs to understand his master can do anything he wishes to him. And, I can stop anytime I want. For now, I’ll keep him like this until one of us wants him to cum.”

“How many times have you cum today, Slave?” Master asked.

“Never intentionally, Master,” I said. “Only from the pleasure I received from my masters’ cocks and from watching my masters pleasure each other.”

“So, you haven’t jacked off after everything we’ve done? You just came spontaneously?”

“No, Master. Your slave would never presume to pleasure himself without Master’s command or permission. Your slave is yours alone to pleasure,” I explained. “And, yes. Master knows his slave derives intense pleasure from pleasing him.”

“So, you’ve cum just from what we did to you without either of us touching your cock?” Master asked.

“Yes, Master. Master’s pleasure is my pleasure.”

They quietly left my cock to slowly throb away its arousal without release. My breathing slowly returned to normal, as well.

“Finish your beer, Slave,” New Master demanded. I had only a couple more swigs left.

“Now, go get us more drinks,” Master said. “And, show me that butt plug again.”

I stood, spread my legs a little and bent down displaying the plug that filled my ass for my masters.

“You know I like seeing all kinds of things in your ass,” Master said.

“Yes, Master.” I disappeared into the kitchen. “Your slave may find more interesting objects for my masters’ entertainment, if Master wishes.”

“Another time, Slave,” he said. “But, I’ll keep that in mind. It’s been a while.”

I headed to the kitchen and returned with a small tray for the drinks, a tube of lube, and three new hand towels. My ringed cock swung back and forth through the room. Master was recounting the time I had inserted a variety of produce in my ass for his enjoyment.

“What’s all this?” New Master asked.

“A good slave is always prepared for his masters’ potential needs,” I said. “Your slave brought special towels for his service with a specific design.”

Master took one and saw the Grecian key border in blue.

“Explain,” he said.

“The ancient Greeks were well-known as slave owners, Master,” I said. “And, many slaves specialized in sexual services.”

“Excellent!” Master said. “And, these are just for our use - .”

“These are used only when your slave wears the collar,” I explained.

“Perfect,” he said. “I like this a lot.”

“That’s a nice touch,” New Master admitted.

“Should your slave resume his previous position?”

“Yes. I’m not finished with you, Slave,” New Master boomed.

He returned his hand to my cock and balls when I sat down. I began stiffening again after just a minute of attention.

I was completely hard and straining against the pink cock ring when he pulled his hand away.

“Hold your bottle against your cock with both hands,” he commanded.

I jumped the instant the cold, wet bottle touched my steaming dick.

“Hold it there until you’re told otherwise.”

I complied, but it took just a few seconds for my cock to begin shrinking again.

“You may drink your beer now,” he allowed after several minutes and my dick was almost limp.

He immediately went back to caressing me, using the condensation from my beer as lube. The sensation of his large, warm hands on my cold, wet meat nearly made me moan out loud. But, I caught myself.

He worked me until he saw another drop of precum. Then he stopped again.

“Let the boy cum, Bill,” Master said. “This is getting ridiculous.”

“Fine.” He sounded disappointed.

Actually, I was enjoying the on-again-off-again attention. I was discovering a real pleasure in serving new partners - even if they were playing the role of master. I needed to take on more private clients.

“Jack yourself off for me, Slave,” he said.

I began to slowly stroke over my hard cock using the precum as lubricant. New Master had wiped off almost all of the condensation.

I rolled my bottle around the shaft again for more water. Both masters grunted quietly.

My breathing increased rapidly when I went back to stroking and massaging my wet cock. This was just like a private show with a new client. They always were more exciting and intense for me.

“Hold on, Slave,” Master’s hand was on my thigh. I had a brief flash of these two older gay men arguing over what they wanted their shared slave to do for them. I kind of liked that idea.

“Show your new master just how flexible you are.”

“Do you mean - ,” I began.

“Yes. On the floor, Slave. Give us a show.”

“For your pleasure, Master.”

I released the cock ring as I stood up and quickly snapped it around my left wrist. A minute later I was rolled over myself on the floor with my own hard cock in my mouth and my plugged ass spread for my masters.

“Holy shit!” New Master’s voice filled the house.

“I told you he’s amazing,” Master said with pride.

“May I, Master?” I asked plaintively.

“Yes, Slave,” Master allowed. “Suck yourself dry. Let your new master see you eat your own cum.”

After the treatment I’d been given over the last couple hours it took only a couple minutes to throb a hard, thick cum into my mouth. I felt the pulse from my abs to my balls and cock and from there into my mouth and throat.

I stopped after the first thick wad. I wanted to swallow my entire load, and I knew they wanted to see me do it. But, I also knew my masters would enjoy seeing me give myself a facial.

When I was satisfied that every drop had left my balls and cock I rolled over and resumed a position of submission on my knees before them. My face was covered in and dripping my cum on to my chest. I positioned my gooey, leaking cock and balls on my thighs.

“God, that’s amazing.” New Master’s mouth was open, his eyes wide in astonishment. “I’ve never seen anyone suck his own dick or give himself a facial!”

“Clean your face and eat your cum.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“Damn!” New Master boomed again. “He even eats his own cum!”

Once I had as much cum off my face as I could get without a mirror, I stopped and waited for more instructions like a good slave.

“Go clean yourself up properly, Slave,” Master said. “And, get dressed again. We’ll be getting dinner when you’re done.”

“Public or private, Master?”

“Private,” Master said. “We’ll stay here.”

I returned a few minutes later in the pink pants.

“Your slave waits.”

“We couldn’t bring ourselves to let you get fully dressed so we could leave the house,” Master said. “So, we ordered a pizza.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Come up here and sit with us again.”