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Born – Chapter Eighteen
I lay with fag that night shell shocked. We were holding each other and kissing. Our dicks were hard against each other. Fag was having the time of his life because I never gave him this amount of affection. Regretfully, the position that we were in felt as if we were going to bump pussies. I could not get my dominant self to come forth. The ache of my skin from the tails whipping earlier reminded me of the fact that I am sub. I had been playing dom with Dad, fag, the slaves and in the kitchen. Phil had reawakened my true essence leaving me concerned for my life.
"Sir, what is wrong tonight? Your back is all red. What happened?" Fag asked.
"Phil took me. He whipped me. He fucked me. He made me his." I started to cry. I was happy that Phil had done everything to me. I was upset that this was going to hurt my relationship with fag.
Fag, being the ever practical queer he is, inquired, "Did you have fun?"
"Yes." I whimpered.
"Then what's the problem?" Fag pushed.
"The problem is that I told Phil I loved him. The problem is that I submitted and I can't seem to reclaim my dominant self. The problem is that I care deeply for you and I don't want to hurt you because I told Phil I loved him."
Practical fag to the rescue, "Sir, you are my top period. I don't care if we bump pussies and you never fuck me again, you are still my top. Telling Phil you love him is hardly a shock. Everyone knows that including Ben. You may be a lot of things; holding your cards to your chest is not one of them. You look at Phil all the time. You look at Ben too, but not the same way. With Ben, you just want him to work you over and see him naked. With Phil, you care."
"You also care about me. I can see where you would be in dilemma. I care about you as well, Sir. Love? Not sure about that. Wanting to be with you? Yes. Wanting this experience here on the farm with you? Yes. Love? Not yet."
"Sir, I am very practical." Fag took the words right out of my mouth. "This is a great gig for me. I get to be with you. I get to do a job I love. I have a roof over my head. I am fed daily. I get to see hot naked men run around here constantly. This is a hell-of-a-lot better than what I was doing before I met you. You go ahead and love Phil. I don't care. I want to be here. I want to be with you. Nothing lasts forever. I plan on enjoying this ride while it's happening. Now, fuck my cunt, Sir. Please." Fag said with a mischievous smile.
I rolled him on his stomach hard and jammed my raging cock into his cunt. "Yeah, bitch. Take me. Take your man. Take my fucking cream, cunt. That right, faggot. You're mine. You are fucking mine."
While my sex diatribe continued fag just kept saying, "Yes, Sir. Fuck me, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Please, Sir." You know the stuff fags are supposed to say.
I gave fag the biggest load ever since my balls had been building all day from my love session with Phil. I collapsed onto him rolling over on my side with my arms around him. We fell asleep that way. Damn, way too affectionate. I must have been so tired my shields were down.
The next morning I got up with fag long gone to work. I showered and dressed to get the slaves moving on their assignments. I fixed breakfast for Ben, Phil and me as per usual. We sat down to eat. Ben seemed to have a slight smirk on his face. Hard to tell, Ben was not displayer of his cards as I was. Phil was in his usual chipper mood, if not more so. We ate and discussed business and plans for the next event. Then, we were off on our separate ways for the day only to meet again for dinner or so I thought.
About two in the afternoon, I was finishing up some cream puffs to put in the fridge to set when Ben walked into the kitchen. "Come with me, boy." This could only mean one thing. I didn't even say `yes sir'. I simply followed. We didn't go to the dungeon. We went to Ben and Phil's bedroom. "Take my clothes off, boy."
Oh my fucking God. I was going to see Ben naked. He wasn't stripping me. I was stripping him. He was so big. I was about an inch shorter, but his width was two of me. I unbutton his shirt to reveal the most massive chest I had ever seen even on the Internet. There was a luscious matt of soft fur covering his entire chest and stomach. His areolas where huge sticking way out just like mine. I let out an audible gasp.
"You like what you see, boy?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Keep going, boy. There's more scenery for your eyes to behold."
I took his shoes and socks off quickly so I could get to the main event, his pants. I dropped them fast and he stepped out. Ben's cock was larger than I envisioned. The thickness was between a beer can and the end of a baseball bat. The length was 9" soft. His balls were huge hanging down like pears on a tree. I had only seen one cock on the Internet that looked similar to Ben's and I thought at the time it was photoshopped. Trust me, this was not photoshopped, this was live and staring right at me. Then, Ben stepped back from me a ways. He wanted me to feast. He wanted me to lust. He wanted me to want him.
"Boy, pull your pants down, turn around and lay your ass over the side of the bed. That's good boy. Take your hands and spread those ass cheeks nice and wide; open that cunt up as much as you can. This will be a stretch."
I had my pants around my ankles and my chef jacket pulled up around my neck. He never asked me to take my clothes off, therefore, I didn't. I felt his thick fingers lube my vagina. If I had a real girl pussy, I probably would have shot my juice right then. The noises I was making certainly reminded me of a bitch in heat. I heard the lotion applied to his massive appendage. Then I felt it. I felt the tip. I took my fingers and opened my pussy as wide as I could. The bulb passed my sphincter. Now the sailing would be smoother for the next several inches. I was moaning loudly. Ben was not making a sound. He was gentle, yet forceful. He kept pushing. I kept pushing out like a good professional bottom whore.
Further and further Ben went. Deeper and deeper his schlong straightened my bowels. Finally, he was there. Ben was all the way in me. He laid the full weight of his body onto mine. I thought I was going to suffocate. My lungs could barely move. But, what a feeling having such a mass of man enveloping my body and taking my vj. He started moving his hips making the hammer move back and forth. As he did that, he actually was putting more weight on my back. He didn't do a push up as would be typical of the top in this position. He rested his 1,000 pound chest on my back.
Then the bucking began. Ben fucked me with the emotion of a cowboy fucking his whore; wham, bam, thank you mam. I got the message loud and clear. The minute Ben came, he pulled out, put on his pants and walked out the door without another word. I laid there with my vagina stretched wider than ever. I could feel the breezes blowing into my bowels. My cunt dripped cum down my thighs the rest of the day as I worked. I loved it.
I found it interesting that Ben said so little that afternoon. He gave me the instructions about taking his clothes off. He told me what position to be in for the fuck. He fucked me and walked out without saying a word. This is how I realized Ben took care of the slaves. This is why the slaves were so docile. I hadn't figured out why they were so accepting. Ben had a way. Ben could hypnotize. This could even be the reason that I was working for them when my boss at the restaurant was so adamant that I shouldn't. Maybe I was already under his spell, yet not officially knowing it until today.
The attitude Ben displayed to me that afternoon changed our relationship forever. We were no longer friends. We acted like we were around others, but the friendship was gone. This single act made me understand that he was the Alpha Male. We still had the same business discussions. We still joked and carried on in our relaxed time. I never called him Ben to his face ever again. I always called him "Sir".
Phil knew what had happened by dinner because I was calling Ben `Sir'. Phil knew that Ben had displayed his superiority to me. This dampened the relationship between the three of us somewhat, but I doubt that Phil was surprised. Phil knew that he and I had a special something going on and Ben was not about to let it go unnoticed, even if Ben was perfectly cool with Phil and I have a relationship beyond friends and fuck buddies. Phil was Ben's husband. Period. This was the first time in my life that I had truly experience the hierarchy of an SMBD, Master/slave household. Yet, Ben was not finished with him demonstrating his place.
Several weeks past. Phil and I would get together about twice a week and make love. We were having regular sex on the bed in the dungeon. All this theatrical equipment and props were sitting there idle as Phil and I made love vanilla-style. Phil always topped me. I was always his bitch, but there was no whipping. There were no canes. There was no electricity or bondage. There was lots of kissing. There was lots of rimming. There was lots of cocksucking. There was lots of touching. There was lots of cum spewing. I could not get enough of touching Phil. I loved to just touch him. His energy was the brightest I had ever had from a top. The energy was the same energy I felt from fag. I was having the time of my life.
One day, Sir Ben summoned me right in the middle of instructing the slaves on their next task. "Sir, I'm not finished."
"It's ok, boy. They know what to do." Sir Ben gave the slaves a look that made his statement true. I envied the fact that he was so powerful. The slaves obeyed me, but I think it was more from Ben's hypnotic energy that from my skills.
Sir Ben led me to the dungeon. There hanging from the ceiling was a bound, naked Phil. His ankles were tied together with rope. His wrists were tied with his arms stretched high about his head. His feet barely touched the ground. Phil's cock was rock hard and dripping cum like I had never seen it before.
"Take you clothes off, boy." I did as fast as I could. "Come over here now. Face your lover." My dick was hard as a rock in anticipation of what was going to happen. Sir Ben tied my wrists together then raised them above me in the same position Phil was in. He attached the rope to the same hook. Then, he tied our wrists together. We were facing each other nipple to nipple, ab to ab, cock to cock, lips to lips, eyes to eyes. Sir Ben did the same to my feet.
"Kiss him, Phil. Kiss your lover. Kiss the boy that adores you so much. Make love to him, Phil. You are tied together."
Phil did kiss me and I kissed back. Phil had tears running down his face. I couldn't understand why. Had they had a fight? I don't think so. Had they had words? Probably. Our cocks were pressed against each other. I could feel Phil's pre-cum oozing onto my shaft and I his.
Next I understood why Phil was crying. I received the first blow of the whip. Being a pain pig, I moaned along with my scream.
"Kiss him, Phil!" Sir Ben demanded. "Tell him what you told me."
Phil was crying uncontrollably now and unable to say anything. The whip lashed across my back one more time as I screamed at the top of my lungs.
"Kiss him, Phil! Tell him! The longer you wait, the more he gets." Sir Ben said in the cruelest of tones.
"I love you, Jim. I love you." Phil was crying and the whip lay down around my buttocks forcing our cocks together. We were moving all around, but I was the only one getting whipped.
Sir Ben didn't stop as he implied. He kept the whip going until I felt the blood dripping down my back. Phil looked at me without talking saying with his eyes he was sorry. I understood his upset, but I was not upset at all. I enjoyed being whipped. I had not bled in a long time. And, I was with Phil, even if we were in Sir Ben's torture chamber. Now, I understood deeper what fag meant. I wanted to be with Phil under any circumstance, just as fag wanted to be with me.
Sir Ben finished this portion of his plot by throwing alcohol onto my wounds and dabbing the blood away with cotton in a mode of caring and appeasing. Sir Ben untied us both. He told Phil to go lay face down over a leather-covered table ass in the air.
"Boy, fuck him." Sir Ben ordered.
I did as he said. I didn't think about it. Sir Ben had me in his spell. I had only fucked two men in my life, fag and Dad. I had never thought of fucking a man that was my superior. I walked over with my hard ringed cock dripping in anticipation of going into the darkness of Phil's asshole. Phil was still crying and I still did not understand. I was too crazed with lust. Phil was my man. To be given the opportunity to fuck him seemed as if it was a gift from the heavens. I lubed my cock and his ass before entering into my man's bowels for the first time.
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Phil screamed at the top of his lung. "You bastard, Ben!"
Luckily, I was not thinking clearly at all. If I had, I probably would have lost my hard on at that moment. Instead, I just fucked and fucked Phil until I creamed my sub juice into his receiver. I leaned over to kiss him afterwards and he moved his face to meet mine with a sense of desperation in his need to kiss and be kissed. I whispered, "I love you, Phil."
When I pulled out I looked to my side to see Sir Ben naked, hard and waiting in line. "Grease me up, boy. Grease your lover up too, boy. He is going to need it."
I felt the massive mass in my hand for the first time. My cock immediately was hard again. I dropped to my knees taking his pear balls into my mouth. Sir Ben did not object even though I had failed to ask. After a few minutes of my attention he took his hand pushing me aside as I fell back onto the floor. Sir Ben appeared to walk over me as he took aim at Phil's flower.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Phil's piercing screech woke me up to the fact that there was more going on here than an intense sexual happenstance between lovers and friends.
Sir Ben was merciless in his invasion of Phil. He fucked him harder and stronger than anything I had ever encountered. Phil cried out in pain. He cried out in anger. He cried. Sir Ben was hurting Phil and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I just looked on as the two of them went at it. Sir Ben's orgasm was loud, roaring, lion-like. Phil came at the same time, which I was surprised by under the conditions.
Typical Sir Ben; he pulled out and walked out leaving Phil and I alone, naked and spent. I went running over to Phil grabbing him and holding him as he sobbed more and more. Finally, he stopped, looked at me and kissed me with desolation. He grabbed my arm, led me over to the big bed, threw himself face down, pulled his ass cheeks wide and said, "Please fuck me again, now!"
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