Enticed #20: Special Guest Pt. 3

This is the third and final part 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 I did he reached over and removed the collar from my neck.

“Now, I can introduce you to my old friend Bill,” he said. “Bill worked at the paper when I started as a 19-year-old kid. He took a young gay kid under his wing and helped me understand the world and myself.”

“So, a lot like what you’re doing for me,” I said. My hand had naturally fallen onto Blaise’s thigh as we sat beside each other.

“Hardly,” he laughed. “We might have started out like that. But, you outgrew my wing within a couple months.”

“Blaise was a bit of a wild buck back then,” Bill said. “I had to reign him in a little to keep him out of trouble. And, back then being gay could get you into real trouble.”

“I can only imagine,” I said.

“So, where are you now?” I asked. “Where am I heading for my weekend slavery gig?”

They both smiled.

“I’m in Queen City now working for a regional magazine doing ad sales,” he answered. “I hear you’re a photographer when you aren’t doing live sex shows or slaving for this old man.”

“Yeah. I’ve been with the paper a couple years now,” I said. “I have some photo books available, too.”

Blaise jumped at that and brought out my books.

Bill thumbed through one as Blaise paid for the pizza. A minute later he was pointing out the photos I had framed for him to display around the house. Some of them were large prints of photos from the books. But, others were personal and showed my face. They would never appear in a book for public consumption.

I took that opportunity to explain my new project of shooting all the cocks I encounter.

“I wish I’d thought of it a long time ago,” I said. “I would already have a couple dozen cocks shot. But, I just thought of it last month. So, I’ve only shot about six guys so far.

“But, I’d love to shoot your unique shape. I just didn’t bring a camera with me. This was a total surprise.”

“I’m not sure about all the artsy stuff,” Bill said. “But, I’m game. You can bring your camera when you come down for the weekend. I’ll give you some time off to take all the pictures you want.”

Over dinner I explained how I met Ezekiel and that I had shot a couple books of him solo and of him and me together.

“So, do you have a thing for black guys?” Bill asked. “Or, is this some kind of - .”

“I genuinely like Ezekiel,” I said. “We get along great in every state of dress. In a way, I think I’ve taken him under my wing a little. He spends every Friday night and Sunday at my place and some of the Saturday nights when I have a show.

“I know what you’re worried about. At first, he was concerned about the same thing. I think I’ve proven to him that he’s more than just a token black feather in my cap.”

After the pizza was gone and we’d all had almost too much to drink, I put on the collar and made a couple trips to the kitchen with our trash.

When I was done I dropped back to my knees before my masters.

“Your slave waits.”

“Damn, he puts the collar on himself,” New Master marveled. “He really is a willing slave. You mentioned deep throat before.”

“Master, should your slave demonstrate on Long John?” I asked.

New Master gave us both a confused look.

“Slave does a deep-throat show where he swallows about 10 inches or so of a long double-ended dildo he named Long John,” Master explained. “It’s something to see!

“Slave, New Master might be interested in experiencing your skills first-hand.”

“Your slave waits.”

“Can you get it up again?” Master asked his friend.

“I bet he can get it up for me,” New Master said. “I don’t know if I’ve got anything to feed him once he does. He literally sucked both of us dry.”

“Slave?”

“New Master might enjoy his slave best with Slave’s head hanging off the bed,” I suggested. “New Master will experience the deepest possible penetration and, with the collar respectfully removed, be able to watch his big black cock as he fucks his slave’s white throat.”

“God, that sounds dirty as shit,” New Master said.

“Please, New Master, allow me to please you again.”

The three of us headed to the bedroom. New Master removed his jeans and shirt quickly.

“Remove your clothes, Slave,” Master said with force. “Slave should be naked any time his master is anything but fully dressed.”

I laid over the bed as soon as I was naked and positioned my head and mouth ready for New Master’s use.

He still was quite flaccid and began squeezing and shaking himself. He seemed either nervous or impatient.

“Allow your slave to help you, New Master,” I said, reaching up for his black dick. He stepped closer without a word.

I stroked his growing cock with one hand and massaged his balls with the other. I nibbled and licked along his wrinkled shaft as I felt it begin to grow. I realized I had nearly forgotten its interesting curve. Swallowing an upward curving cock, especially one of maybe eight-and-a-half  inches, might be a challenge.

I continued to massage and lick it even after he was rock hard. I was fascinated by this new and different toy. New Master’s breathing increased as he watched the wonder in my face.

Finally, I pulled him closer until his black balls were hanging over my face. I licked and sucked them like a starving man suddenly presented with juicy berries. My hands continued to lightly stroke and massage his dick.

As I pulled it down I ran my tongue along its length. I found that it was spongy enough to relieve some of its curve as I slowly slid it into my wet mouth.

His thicker meat filled my mouth more than any I’d had so far. His increased size was more arousing to me than any other cock I’d had in my mouth.

I gave him all my best moves. I swirled my tongue around his red head and boxed his frenulum with the tip. I tongue-fucked his hole. Finally, it was time for New Master to get what he came for.

I pulled him toward me and lunged toward him at once. His stiff, bent cock pushed down my throat easily. Actually, I was surprised how easily he slid in. Even as thick as he was, I had no problem swallowing his black cock into my throat.

I began swallowing and humming as I pulled and pushed him to make him fuck my willing mouth and throat.

In less than two minutes he was gasping and releasing small squeals. His larger size meant for a tighter, more sensual experience in my mouth and throat. I could feel his legs shaking violently. When I thought he was close I pulled him as deep as he would go. His black balls covered my eyes and my nose was filled with wiry pubic hair.

I continued my swallowing motion with his dick bulging my throat. It was giving me an unusual outward pressure, its curve pushing against my throat. I imagined it was much more visible as it glided in and out. I could feel his throbbing in my neck like my own heartbeat.

With a loud, booming grunt, New Master sent a blast of sperm down my throat. I held him tightly in place, swallowing with each spasm of his black flesh.

Even deep in my throat, I could tell his cum was thin and sparse. But, I thought it was a bit thicker than it had been in the shower.

He didn’t move for a long time. I held his wet, shrinking cock in my mouth as long as he would let me. I worked it around with my tongue and played with it, making him jump and twitch. Occasionally, a bit of thin semen would ooze out.

I sucked hard on it as he started to pull away, pulling against him. I pulled on his ass cheeks with my hands. New Master needed to understand how much his slave desired his cock.

“Damn!” he practically yelled. His loud voice was hoarse, his breathing heavy.

When he collapsed on the bed beside me, I quickly rolled off the bed to assume my position on the floor beside it. Full of his cum or not, I still was his slave and belonged on the floor. We both were breathing heavily. I still had some of New Master’s cum on my chin and my own hard cock leaked semen on to my thighs. Apparently, I also had cum without having been touched.

“Slave,” Master said. “Stand and show your master that you came just from the pleasure you received from sucking his dick.”

I stood up, but kept my face to the floor.

New Master sat up to me. There was a puddle of cum starting to run down my belly where my cock had been laying while I pleasured New Master. He wiped over my stomach and licked his fingers.

“Damn, he even tastes good, Blaise,” he said.

He leaned forward and grabbed my wrists to pull me closer.

New Master then lifted my half-hard cock and sucked it into his mouth. His tongue was hot and sucked me nearly as hard as Ezekiel did.

I caught my breath as he licked over my frenulum and felt a small burst of cum escape.

When he released my cock and wrists I dropped back to the floor.

“Your slave waits.”

“You don’t know what you’ve got here, Blaise,” New Master said. “That was amazing! I could see my cock moving in his throat!

“And, he cums just from doing it with nobody touching him!”

“I know exactly what I’ve got, Bill,” Master said, proudly. “You’ve done very well today, Slave.”

“Master’s pleasure is my pleasure,” I said, still staring at the floor.

He stepped behind me and unbuckled the collar.

“Your service for today is over,” he said.

“I’ll go take another shower,” I said as I got up. I leaned over and kissed Blaise.

After I cleaned up I saw that Bill was asleep on Blaise’s bed. It was only going on 8. But, I had taken a lot out of him. I headed to the living room to find Blaise.

“Your slave waits,” I said when I resumed my position at Master’s feet. I had replaced the collar, cuffs, cock ring, and butt plug. And, of course, I was wearing the pink pants.

“I told you you were done for the day,” he said.

“Please, allow me to serve Master alone while New Master sleeps,” I said.

“I would like that, too,” he said. “Bring us both a drink and sit with me.”

Twenty minutes later, our drinks were empty and Blaise was lying on top of me on the couch kissing my shoulders while his hands explored.

“Let’s get these pants off,” he said when he started kissing down my chest.

When I slid them off, Master found my cock stiffer than usual with the cock ring holding it tight. He rubbed the length of his hand down the shaft and over my balls. When he pushed between my legs he felt the butt plug in place.

“You don’t have to wear the plug all the time,” he said, “or even the cock ring. I’m good with just the collar most of the time.”

“The cuffs, cock ring, and plug all are symbols of Master’s ownership and control,” I said, looking up at my master. He was holding himself off of me. “The cuffs and cock ring allow Master to restrain his slave quickly and easily. The cock ring also gives Master the best possible view of his slave’s cock. The plug keeps Slave’s ass stretched and ready for use. It also reminds Slave of his place and position.”

“Do you mind wearing all that all the time?”

“A slave is property and has no preference,” I said. “This slave, in particular, wants to please his master and make this experience as much fun as possible.”

Master smiled at me, finally understanding that not everything I was doing was about rules.

“I understand,” he said. “Thank you, Slave.”

He unsnapped my cock ring with a jerk. I liked wearing the cock ring. It made me look good in and out of the lounge pants. And, the constriction kept blood down there that made me a little more sensitive.

But, it was a relief when Master released me just then. I was hard as a rock and straining against the leather.

I moaned just a bit.

Master immediately engulfed the entire length of my swollen red meat. His familiar tongue made me gasp loudly before releasing that air in a long whimper.

As he began working my dick, I picked up the cock ring he dropped on the couch and snapped it around my wrist. Then I pushed my fingers into his hair and thrust up to meet my master’s face.

In seconds, my cock was throbbing. My abs and ass were contracting. Master bobbed his head furiously.

I exploded in a tense, electric orgasm that shot heavy wads against the back of Master’s mouth. My breathing was coming in grunts and gasps as I emptied my balls.

It took several minutes for Master to release my cock from his mouth and kiss his way back up to my face. We both still were breathing heavily. But, our tongues found each other and couldn’t be separated.

Eventually, we settled down and Master lay his head on my chest. In minutes we both dozed off.

I woke to Master drooling on my chest. The clock on the VCR showed it was just after 10. We’d slept for two hours. There was no sign Bill ever got up.

Master stirred a minute or two later.

“God, I can’t believe we fell asleep,” he said, sitting up. “And, slept for two hours?

“When’s the last time we fell asleep on the couch?”

“Master has had a long day,” I said.

He immediately reached over and unbuckled the collar and kissed me.

“This has been an amazing day,” he said, running his fingers through my hair. “You really laid it on.”

“I loved every minute of it,” I said.

“Did  you really?” Blaise asked as we got up and began collecting bottles and my pants.

“Yes,” I said. “I really had fun. You know I like performing. With someone new in the house, it was just one long private show. But, I can’t believe how many times we all came today.”

We decided to leave Bill where he was in Blaise’s bed. I still had to get the butt plug out and clean up. So, Blaise headed to my room.

A few minutes later, I joined him naked in the bed that hadn’t been used in over a year. I was wearing only the pink cock ring I wore around my wrist as an outward sign of Blaise’s ownership.

“I love the idea of this,” Blaise said when he saw it.

We wrapped ourselves around each other and kissed for a few minutes before falling asleep together.

Sunday morning I had breakfast ready for my masters when they awoke. I was wearing a more subdued black pair of pants and shirt with my pink leathers.

They both walked into the kitchen in what served as pajamas and ate the eggs and bacon I had on the table. Once they were served, I dropped to my knees beside Master’s chair.

A few minutes later, my masters were naked together in the shower. I stripped down to just my leathers and bathed them both just as I’d done the day before. Each was bathed and rinsed, aroused, stroked, and sucked to mouth-filling climaxes. After I licked them clean, I dried them off.

They got dressed in Master’s room while I dried and dressed myself in the bathroom.

Just as New Master got to the door to leave I dropped to my knees in front of him.

“New Master, it’s been your slave’s deepest joy to serve and pleasure you this weekend,” I said, my eyes on the floor. “Please, honor your slave by allowing him to serve and pleasure you in your own home some day soon.”