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Enticed #22: White Slave Friday Night

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A Fascination Becomes Movie Material
This is part twenty-two of my adventures in the early nineties with a gay man about fifteen 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. A few days after exploring dominance and submission with an old friend of Blaise�s � and offering my services, Bill called and was ready to pay any price Blaise named to have me as his slave for a weekend. Blaise just pulled a number out of the air and Bill agreed to pay me $1,000 cash for forty-eight hours of slavery. Blaise didn�t even consult me. He knew I derived a special pleasure from being dominated and ordered around. He made the date for the next weekend I didn�t have a show. It was less than two weeks away and my excitement level skyrocketed. It was a Friday afternoon, just after 4 o�clock. New Master�s door was unlocked. When I walked in there was a note and a red leather collar, cuffs, and cock ring on the table by the door. There also was a length of chrome chain with spring clamps on either end. The note instructed me to take a thorough shower and put on the collar, cuffs, and cock ring. The chain would be attached when Master arrived. This collar was a rougher, thicker leather than the one Master had given me. It was two inches wide with chrome studs. It looked more like a punk costume piece than a submissive�s collar. But, it had all the attributes of a proper collar � the O-ring in the center front and the buckle and D-ring in the back. It looked uncomfortable and I had a sinking feeling it was meant to be. There also were four matching cuffs and a leather cock ring similar to the one I wore for Blaise. The note also spelled out the rules New Master�s slave was expected to follow for the weekend. Clothing was forbidden beyond the provided leather accessories, which were to remain on me at all times except in the shower. I was to remain completely silent all weekend. I could speak only when asked a question that required a response. I was expected to be silent even during sexual encounters. I also was expected to wear a butt plug awaiting me in the bathroom. I could sleep � when allowed � in Master�s bedroom. Before I read the next sentence I knew what was coming. Since a respectful slave never places himself on the same level as his master, when sleeping in the same room the slave was expected to sleep on the floor. I was forbidden under any circumstances to touch my own cock, balls, or asshole unless specifically instructed to by my master. I would follow all the previous rules I followed at Master�s house. I could never be on the same level as my master. I could eat or drink only when given permission. All my time belonged to my master. My body belonged to my master solely for his use. There also was the disclaimer that Master could change or add to the rules at any time. The last paragraph outlined the punishments that would be administered for failure to follow Master�s rules to the letter. Offenses would be punished by restraint, forced sex, and/or the use of progressively larger butt plugs. This was going to be an interesting weekend. I already was questioning the wisdom of becoming a stranger�s slave. A quick hour of play in my own home was one thing. This was going to be something else entirely. I took the note, leathers, and my bags to the bathroom. A hard plastic butt plug sat by the sink. It was red to match my leather bondage equipment and a bit larger and longer than mine, but wouldn�t be a problem. I also found a box of enemas. I had done one before leaving home. But, I did another to be safe. After my shower, I lubed up the butt plug and slowly pushed it in. The collar and cuffs were fairly tight and not adjustable. At first they were a little uncomfortable, but not so bad I couldn�t get used to them. I actually liked the look of the wider collar in the mirror and wondered if mine should be bigger. The cock ring was like most others, adjustable with snaps. I wrapped it around my cock and balls as tightly as was comfortable. I resisted the urge to explore Master�s apartment since it was after five already. I had no idea what time he would get home. I didn�t want to start the weekend with a broken rule. I had brought my own set of hand towels with a distinctive Grecian key border at either end. I set out two towels and a tube of lubrication in the living room and the master bedroom. I had several more sets ready if necessary. I sat by the door and waited about fifteen minutes before I heard someone coming up the steps. I quickly got into position on my knees with my eyes staring at the floor. �Good,� Master said in his booming voice. �You�re here. Slave should always be early and eager.� He was wearing khakis and a button-down shirt and dropped his keys on the table. �Have you read the rules for the weekend?� he asked. �Yes, Master,� I said. �Your slave waits.� �And, do you understand them all?� �Yes, Master. Your slave waits.� �Do you understand the punishments for breaking a rule?� �Yes, Master. Your slave waits.� �What are you wearing right now?� �Your slave is wearing the collar, cuffs, cock ring, and plug Master provided.� My eyes never left the floor. �Your slave waits.� �And, what are you doing right now?� �Your slave waits.� He squatted in front of me, reached between my legs and lifted my cock and balls in one hand and caressed my shaft with his thumb as my balls rested on his fingers. I drew in a deep breath. It was a very nice sensation. �You look good in red,� he said before standing again. He grabbed the chain from the table and attached one end to my right wrist cuff and ran it through the ring in my collar. Then he attached the other end to my left wrist cuff. The result was a restraint that prevented me from lowering my arms below my waist when I was standing. My hands just did rest on my thighs when I was on my knees. �What is this?� he asked a second later when he saw the towels and lube I�d staged in the living room. �Your slave has prepared Master�s home for any potential need,� I explained. �Towels and lube are available here and in Master�s bedroom. Master should not wait either for pleasure or for cleaning after pleasure. �Your slave waits.� �Excellent, Slave,� he said stepping out of my sight behind me. It sounded as if he left the room. I remained in position. A minute later I heard the shower running. Still, I didn�t move. Ten minutes later I heard Master return to the living room. �Why are you still waiting by the door?� he asked. �This is where Master left his slave without instruction or permission to move,� I said. �OK,� he said. �Go to the kitchen and get me a beer.� Since it wasn�t a question, I didn�t acknowledge his statement like I did with Blaise. I assumed silence meant silence. The restraint between my wrists and collar forced me to be creative when reaching into the refrigerator to grab a bottle of beer. When I stood and turned around, I noticed he was wearing only a towel around his waist sitting on the couch. I positioned myself at his feet when I handed him the beer. �Your slave waits.� �Did you bring your camera for your project, Slave?� �Of course, Master,� I said. �Your slave is eager to shoot Master�s special cock.� �Then, let�s do that first,� he said. He reached down and removed the collar and wrist restraint. �Is there a particular spot you want to do this?� he asked, now sounding much less imperious, more equal. One wall of his living room was dominated by curtained sliding glass doors that lead out to a small terrace. Since there still was plenty of sunlight at 5 p.m. in May, I flung open the curtains to fill the room with light. Bill dropped his towel and began stroking his black cock. �I assume you�ll want me hard for this,� he said as I got out my camera. �Of course,� I said. �But, if you want, I�ll take care of it for you.� �Hm, you aren�t on the clock,� he said. �I won�t make you do anything without the collar.� �Well, I really don�t mind,� I said. �I�ve been known to suck a few dicks on my own time.� His deep laugh filled the apartment, but he was already nearly half hard. �But, while we�re on the subject,� I continued. �What should I call you? I know when it�s just the two of us, you�re always just �Master.� But, what about when you and Blaise are together? I mean, I don�t want to keep calling you �New Master.� After this weekend you won�t really be new anymore. �And, I certainly hope I get to serve both of you together again.� �I don�t know,� he said. ��Master Bill� sounds a little informal, don�t you think?� �Definitely too informal,� I said, kneeling before him. The sun peeked around his belly. I wrapped my fingers around his crooked, thick meat. �What about �Black Master,� or �African Master?�� I suggested watching his meat curl in my hand as it filled with blood. �I kind of like the sound of both of those. �African Master� really has a ring to it.� �I don�t know,� he said, staring down at me. �Those sound kind of like something from an old Blaxploitation movie.� I gave him a long lick. �Aren�t we living a Blaxploitation movie this weekend?� I said before diving on his stiff cock. �I mean, you�ve got a young white slave with a taste for black cock awaiting your every command. Why not make the most of it? �You don�t know how much it excites me to be dominated by a big, black, African king.� I gave him another intense lick and suck on his swelling head. �You�re right about that,� Bill tensed and gasped. �Having a hot, young white boy as a sex slave sure does something for me. Maybe you�re right. I�ll have to think about it when you aren�t doing this to me.� �Don�t let me forget to give you the copies of my photo books I brought for you,� I said on an upstroke. He sucked air loudly as I began licking his swollen red head. He already was pointing upward so I lifted up on my knees to bob my head up and down rather than back and forth as I would for most other men. He watched me work his cock intently. When I deemed him fully hard, I grabbed his towel to dry my spit off him. �That�s pretty good, African Master,� I said. �You have an amazing piece of meat.� I positioned him near the sliding glass doors so the sun hit his unique cock from various directions, spinning him, turning him, nudging him, to get the light and shadow in just the right places. I shot his cock from every conceivable direction. I shot it silhouetted against the lowering sun. I shot it from below. I even shot down on it from his perspective. When it appeared he was losing his erection I immediately engulfed his cock and sucked and licked him until he was raging again. Then I got some shots of it with my saliva glistening in the sun. Bill�s dick was so different from the other cocks I�d shot, I burned through three rolls of film before I was satisfied. I was so intent on capturing my temporary new master that I didn�t realize my own cock was growing harder in its leather strap. I�d forgotten that I was completely naked except for the leather cuffs and cock ring. I�d even forgotten the plug in my ass. I set my camera down and dropped to my knees again. I engulfed his crooked cock before he realized what I was doing. �You know, I�m going to order you to do that in a little while, don�t you?� he said, peering down at me over his lightly haired belly. �Yes, African Master. But, I couldn�t let a perfectly good erection go to waste,� I said, his spit-wet cock on my lips. �You got hard for my photos. You get sucked dry in return.� �Besides, like I said,� I looked up into his eyes, �I�ve got a serious taste for big, black cocks � and yours is special. �You can put my collar back on if you want. I�m yours for the weekend with or without it.� I had my nose against his wiry pubic hair before he could respond. I worked him as professionally as I could, licking, sucking, swallowing. I swirled my tongue around his red head and sucked and smacked my lips loudly. It took just a couple minutes for his muscles to tighten and balls and cock to begin twitching and contracting in my mouth. I was off my knees and squatting like a baseball catcher to get my head high enough to fuck him with my mouth while he pumped bitter wads of cum into me. As usual, I didn�t release him until he was limp enough that he wasn�t pointing at the ceiling anymore. He was breathing heavily, bent over with his arms and hands down my back. I could feel his hot breath on me. Every breath was a grunt. I found myself rubbing up and down his thighs and ass as I let him empty himself into my mouth and catch his breath against my back. �Why the fuck are you a slave?� Bill asked as he stumbled back on to his couch. �Blaise was right about you. I didn�t ask you to do that. I didn�t order you to do that. That was one of the most intense - . �God, you�re good!� I grabbed his towel and wiped my spit off his wrinkled black cock. Then I wiped my own mouth and chin. I remained seated on the floor at his feet while we both caught our breath. �I�m a slave because I get off on this shit,� I admitted. �I like pleasing people and making them moan and squeal and cum. You�ve already seen physical proof that it turns me on to please others.� �That�s true,� he said. �You did cum on yourself just about every time you made Blaise or me cum. �It�s kind of a novelty for me. I mean, I�ve known guys who couldn�t seem to get enough. But, I�ve never met a white kid who liked black dicks like you. I�ve heard of them. But, I�ve never met one.� �I can�t explain it,� I admitted, already caressing his limp cock and balls again. �There�s just something about the color, the difference in sizes and shapes. And, the fact that I�ve only had three of them so far. I�ve seen plenty of white cocks. �Maybe it�s the novelty of it for me, too. At least, to some extent. I mean, I�ve only had so many black dicks.� �Well, I might be able to help you expand your horizons,� he said. �You said a master could share a slave if he wanted to, right?� �Yes, of course.� �I�ve already got a close friend of mine coming over tomorrow,� Bill said. �As much as you like cock, you should love this guy.� �Is it supposed to be a surprise?� �Yeah. I want to see your face when he gets here.� �Do you have any other friends you want to share me with?� I asked. �Actually, I do know a couple young guys who are interested in domination,� Bill said. �Are they interested in being masters?� I asked. �I don�t know what they�re after. I think they�re just curious,� Bill said. �Maybe they just like the idea of a white slave boy.� �I can�t wait,� I said, glancing down. �I�m getting a little aroused just talking about cocks and the potential for a black-on-white gangbang.� �Do you think you can handle four of us?� �Do you think the four of you can handle me?� I asked as I got up to take my cameras back to the bathroom. My cock was nearly half-hard in its leather restraint. �Damn,� Bill said, seeing me. �You weren�t kidding. You want some help with that?� �Well, if you want,� I replied. �But, like you said, you�re going to order me to make you cum again in one way or another sooner or later and it�ll just take care of itself then.� �Yeah, actually, I want another taste,� he said sitting up on the couch. �I remember you tasting unusually good at Blaise�s.� Bill reached out to me as I stepped closer. He grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled my growing cock to within inches of his face. �Do you want to do a different position?� I asked. �This is fine.� He already had my cock in his hand, stroking it softly. In less than a minute I was nearing full hardness and Bill engulfed me to the base. I gasped when I hit the back of his mouth and slid into his throat. My hands were on the back of his balding head immediately. I wasn�t pulling or holding him close. I just caressed his slick and stubbly head as he began a swallowing motion against the underside of my shaft and head. �I see where Blaise learned all his moves,� I breathed in a near-moan. Bill pulled me out with his lips tight over his teeth, making me twitch when my frenulum squeezed through. He gave me a long open-mouthed lick over the full length of my shaft. Then, his thick lips were kissed to my head, suckling me like a baby. I already could feel my abs tightening and my heart rate increasing. He spent just a minute wagging his tongue against the wrinkles of my frenulum before I broke loose. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him tightly into my groin, my cock banging hard against his throat. I started a rough, hard fuck of his brown face as my thick cum blasted into his mouth. He squeezed my ass cheeks tightly with his big hands. In seconds I was empty, panting, and sweating. Bill pulled back with a thick string of combined cum and saliva stretching between his bottom lip and my gooey cock head. He was breathing as heavily as I was. �If you could bottle that flavor, Son,� he said hoarsely. �That�s the best-tasting cum I � . There just aren�t words to describe it.� I bent down and kissed the top of his head, then rested mine on his catching my breath. �That was one of the best blowjobs I�ve had in a while,� I admitted. �We need to set aside some playtime just for us.� �That might have to be another weekend,� he said. Eventually, I stood up and grabbed my camera bag to head down the hall. �Should I just leave my stuff in the bathroom?� I asked. �Or, can I put it in the other bedroom?� �Just drop them in the other bedroom,� he said. �If I give you any time to yourself, it�ll be in there.� I dropped my camera bag and duffle bag from the bathroom in the bedroom and shut the door. Bill was laid out on the couch with his eyes closed when I returned. I set a clean towel on the couch beside him and a fresh beer on the table. I went over to close the curtains again, then knelt down beside him. �It doesn�t sound like I�ll have any time to myself,� I said as I dropped to my knees. I started rubbing up and down his thighs with one hand. The other went back to caressing his spent cock. �But, remember, if you�re going to have me deep-throat somebody, especially lying across the bed, take the collar off first so you can see the bulge.� �Oh! That�s right,� he said. �That was the hottest, freakiest thing I�ve seen. I�m glad you reminded me. �And, you know you�re going to be deep-throating somebody. That�s a hell of a show.� �Mmm. Please,� I purred. �I love it in my throat, Bill. You just don�t know.� I buckled the collar around my throat and lifted the restraint chain up for Master to attach. �Your slave waits,� I said, looking at the floor. �I�ll never get used to that,� he said, finally opening his eyes. After chaining my wrists to my collar, Master turned on the TV as I stared at the floor. His eyes, I assumed, never left the screen. �Back up a little, Slave,� he said a couple minutes later. �I can�t see your cock and balls.� I pushed back and lifted my package to make sure it was resting on my thighs. It was another twenty minutes before he spoke again. �Slave, get me another,� he boomed after setting his empty bottle on the table. �Stroke me, Slave,� he said as I settled on to the floor, �like you were before.� I lay my right arm on his thigh and lightly caressed his limp cock and ran my fingers through his wiry pubic hair. The short chain between my wrists forced me to lift my left hand, as well. I just let it rest on his other thigh. �Stand up,� he said. �Let me do something different with this chain.� Master then released the chain from both of my wrists and attached one end to my collar and the other to my cock ring. Then, while standing, the chain pulled my cock and balls up to an even more pronounced position in front of me. �Yeah,� he said, staring. �I like that. �Walk around for me.� I made a short circuit around the living room. My cock and balls swung and bounced before me. �That�s hot,� Master said. �That�s better than having your hands restrained.� On the floor again, I went back to caressing his thighs, cock and balls. Ten minutes later he�d finished the beer and demanded another. My sex bobbled and bounced through the living room and kitchen until I was on my knees again. I reached out to continue caressing his cock, but he stopped me. �Lick me now, Slave,� he commanded. �You say you like my interesting cock. Show me.� Moaning a little, I shifted to get between his knees and lifted up so I could reach his groin. I slid my hands up his thighs and softly wrapped the fingers of one around his fuzzy balls. I lightly tickled over the wrinkles of his dark cock with the fingertips of my other hand. I began slowly kneading his balls, pulling and stretching the wrinkled skin. I was careful not to squeeze them. I wanted only to caress and massage them. I lifted his limp meat with two fingers of my other hand and gave his frenulum a tickling lick with the tip of my tongue. I pulled back and slid my thumb up over the squinty eye of his red head. I lifted and stretched his loose skin up away from his hairy groin and moved in for a wet lick from his base to the tip before pulling it between my lips. I swirled my tongue around his noodle of a cock. I sucked it as I pulled back, stretching it away from its base. When it began to swell I started a gradual pull on his scrotum toward me. I slid his cock into my mouth, gliding it along my tongue with my jaw open. My African master groaned quietly. I pulled him out of my mouth to give him more attention with my fingers. I lightly traced over and around his shaft with my fingers, exploring every vein and slowly disappearing wrinkle. I began a proper stroke with my hand pulling the loose skin up and down sometimes over his swelling head. As his dick finally reached its full size, it fell to lay on his stomach. I lifted it with one hand, using a finger tip of the other to circle the ridge of his red glans before running up the wrinkles of his frenulum to his squinting eye and pushing a fingertip into the opening. Master gasped and jumped. I lowered the intensity of my work. Master needed the relaxation that slow, sensual play could provide. As I continued to stroke and caress him, I alternated a few licks and swirls and sucks. This went on for what seemed an hour. Master was more relaxed then than after the last time I sucked his thick cream into my throat. Finally, I couldn�t wait any longer. I slid my chained hands up his round belly and began a deep, loving massage of his thick meat with my hot mouth. His cock slid slowly in and out of me in a drawn-out, slow-motion blowjob. Master was quietly moaning with nearly every slow, deep breath. I had to lift up farther on my knees again to match the odd direction his black meat pointed. But, I was intent on pleasing my master. And, my own body was responding in kind. I began to notice the singular sensation of ever-tightening leather around my own cock and balls. The loving attention I was paying to Master was causing my own dick to swell with arousal. I truly did get off on pleasuring others. And the growth of my cock also increased the tension on the chain between my neck and cock. This might be a sensation to explore, I thought. �Stop, Slave,� he breathed quietly. �Let�s go to my bed. I want to see your whole body bouncing on my cock.� I released his cock and slid down to my knees where I belonged. I waited until Master rose and began to leave the living room before standing to follow him. I couldn�t take my eyes off his cock. It was fascinating to me how it bent upward and bobbed and swung as he walked. My own cock wasn�t fully hard yet. But, it bounced before me in a stiff arch protruding from its red leather restraint as the chain lifted it even higher when I stood up. The huge butt plug, on the other hand, was shifting and moving inside me as I walked. The sensation was forcing my cock harder as I made my way to Master�s bed. Master immediately sat on the side of the bed. �Go to the bathroom, remove the plug, and make yourself ready for my cock,� he said, removing my chain and leathers. I quickly replaced the plug with an enema and showered off. I was back in the bedroom as quickly as possible. Master was stretched out on the bed stroking his thick cock. I dropped to my knees by the bed, replacing my collar, cuffs, and cock ring myself. Again, I held the chain up for Master to attach. �Climb on top of me, Slave,� he said once my cock and neck were connected again. I grabbed the tube of lube I�d staged by Master�s bed and squeezed a little onto his waiting cock before I straddled his hips. I already had pushed some inside myself in the bathroom. I held Master�s cock in position and slowly eased down until I felt the cool lube on his swollen red tip. I lowered myself onto him slowly, allowing the pressure of his head against my sphincter to build anticipation for both of us. Even with the stretching of an enormous butt plug, Master�s flared head caused intense pressure against my abused hole. Then, instantly, it was in. Both of us gasped. I jumped a little. But the sudden release was a welcome ecstasy that forced my eyes to close, my back to arch and my head to fall back. I had to stifle what would have been a loud moan. My own cock was instantly hard and straining against its leather and chain. I continued to slowly, sensually take Master�s meat in. I wanted this to be just as sexual, sensual, and loving as my recent treatment of his cock. I wanted to give him a long, slow fuck as much for him as for me. As I continued to drop lower and swallow inch after inch of Master�s thickness, I looked down to his face and found a combination of ecstasy, lust, and surprise. He already knew I could take his full length. But, I assumed he was shocked by the level of sensuality a sex slave could bring to his bed. Once I finally bottomed out and felt his pubic hair against my smooth taint, I started to move my hips in a circle and forward and backward. I was forcing his trapped cock to shift and move within me. Every movement of my hips caused his meat to be squeezed or massaged in a different way. Occasionally, I lowered my head to give his dark red nipples quick flicks of my tongue. They already were hard. My new attention caused them to darken and redden exponentially. Then I started squeezing and releasing my sphincter around his black base. The combined sensation was one of milking my Master for whatever fluids he might still have. I continued squeezing Master�s cock as I slowly lifted up on my knees. I pulled up just high enough to feel his wonderful flare just at the edge of my sphincter muscle, just before that distinct pressure and pleasure, no farther. Then, I released the muscle and slowly slid back down, again filling my ass with my big black master. I repeated this slow, deliberate ritual over and over in a sensual, careful coupling. Most of the time my eyes were closed at the intense electric ecstasy. But, at some point, I felt the need � as all lovers do � to see the face of my partner. Master�s jaw was slack, his eyes glazed and distant. He looked to be in some kind of trance, completely enraptured with his white slave. My eyes then traveled down to my own chained cock. Thick white cum was oozing from my red, swollen head and running down the shaft and over my constricted balls. This wasn�t clear, thin precum. It was full-on sperm and semen, thick and white. It seemed I was cumming as slowly and sensually as I was fucking my master. Finally, I lowered myself to a kneeling position, my hands now holding me up on either side of Master�s near-comatose body. This new position aligned Master�s bent cock with my own receptacle and I began to grind back and forth onto his hard flesh. As I sped up, Master suddenly showed signs of life as he began whimpering with pleasure. Suddenly, the whimpers became rhythmic grunts and his hips began convulsing beneath and into me. In an instant I was filled with an intense heat and Master�s thrusting into me became violent and savage. I found myself grunting loudly as I pushed back against Master�s heavy hips and burning cock. Just as I felt his thick cum running out of my ass hole like water, my own cock erupted and shot thick wads of cum across Master�s belly and chest. He stopped moving as suddenly as he�d begun and I dropped down onto him, weak and spent. His arms wrapped my nakedness in warmth as his exhausted cock slipped from my ragged, loose hole. We both fell asleep just like that. I was on top of him naked and and leaking his heavy deposit of thick seed. I�d also covered Master in my own sperm. When I awoke an hour later my ass and thighs were sticky with Master�s drying cum. My cock, balls, stomach and chest were covered in my own familiar nectar. Master was snoring beside me, still naked and probably just as sticky as I was. I headed to the bathroom to shower off and clean myself out. I was nearly finished when Master joined me under the water. I quickly stepped behind him and lowered my gaze. I grabbed a towel and dried off before dropping to my knees beside the tub. �Wash me,� was all he said. His eyes were closed. After I had removed all my cum from his chest, stomach, and limp cock, I began caressing him again as usual. �Mmm. You�ve got to give me a break, Slave,� he said quietly. �I�m twice your age. Let it rest up for tomorrow.� A few minutes later, I was curled up on the floor beside Master�s bed wearing only my leathers when he stepped out of the bathroom. �I�m glad you know your place, Slave,� he said. �But, I want you in bed with me. Take off the cuffs and cock ring. But, leave the collar.� I followed his instructions and waited for Master to lie down before joining him. He rolled me over to face away from him and wrapped me in a tight, naked bear hug, my cock and balls cupped in one of his huge hands. I dozed off wondering what my second day of white slavery might bring.