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High Roller - Night 1 (Part 2)
The show at the head of the table had caused the rest of the men to freeze in their tracks, mouths agape as they watched me discipline the defiant slave. One quick glare straightened them out, and I ordered the defiant slave to get cleaned up.
Dinner was nearly over, but I was not yet satisfied. I nodded to Ricardo, who went into the kitchen and immediately returned with a very large bowl of ice cold strawberries and some scalding hot melted dark chocolate. I stood up and the slaves cleared the table. The cocky slave was about to take his place with the others, when I snapped, "What do you think you're doing? You were a chair and now you're going to be a platter." With that I commanded the rest of the slaves to lift the new "platter" onto the table and hold his arms and legs in place. He struggled a bit, but a twist of his nipples reminded him who was in charge.
The four strongest men held the cocky slave down while another two helped me up onto the table. I let the shy slave onto the table and told him to kneel over cocky slave's head. The cocky slave looked a little worried as I approached him, and even more so as I asked for the chocolate and strawberries. "If you get nervous, suck on him," I said, motioning to the shy slave who was now naked, with his cock and balls dangling only inches from the "platter's" face. I proceeded to mount the slave, resting my butt on his groin. Then the fun began. I took a large spoon and scooped up some of the melted chocolate. I moved the spoon closer and closer to his body, letting him feel the heat. Then I started to drizzle the chocolate on his nipples. His body buckled with the pain and ecstasy all at once. His mouth clamped down on the shy slave's package to mute his screams of pain and pleasure, and he began to suck. His body's arch pushed his enlarging penis against my ass and I jumped with a little surprise. To sooth the heat, I took one of the ice-cold strawberries and scooped up the chocolate on his nipples, feeding it to the shy slave. His body reacted to the sudden change of temperature much as it had with the chocolate, only this time his dick was fully erect.
Now it was time to have my dessert. I moved off the cocky slave's chest and knelt in between his legs, spreading them slightly. I took some of the chocolate and put it into a small bowl, and with a wicked look I pushed the bowl forcefully into the cocky slave's balls, coating them with hot, melted dark chocolate. I could see the shy slave react as the cocky slave sucked harder on his cock when I pushed the chocolate onto his smooth balls. I gripped his balls in my hand and rubbed the chocolate all over his nuts and dick, smearing the left over chocolate onto his chest. I ordered the shy slave to start licking the smeared chocolate off the cocky slave's chest, while I began to enjoy my dessert of chocolate covered banana with nuts. Between me lapping up the delicious chocolate in his groin and the shy slave licking his chest clean, the cocky slave couldn't last long and he let loose a huge wad in my mouth.
I continued to milk his cock while I now positioned myself, strawberry between my lips, to kiss the shy slave who was enjoying the surge of sucking the cocky slave's orgasm had brought on. Our mouths met and the shy slave came as he took the strawberry with his teeth, swallowed it down, and topped off with my mouthful of melted chocolate and cum.
By now, me, the shy slave and our "platter" were thoroughly messy. We stepped down from the table and I had the other slaves wash us with sponges.
Now that I had had my fill of food, and we were clean, I thought it would be a good time for some after dinner entertainment.
I was tired from kneeling on the table and I needed to sit, so I ordered Ricardo to bring me my special box. Ricardo returned with a dark black box.
I opened it up, and inside was a large, thick metal collar made of the coldest iron. At the top of the collar were a loop and a chain to yank the collar. Each man became visibly nervous and excited wondering whether he would be forced to wear the collar. But I knew exactly who would be my horse for the night: the defiant slave. I ordered him into a kneeling position, his firm ass resting on his ankles, and his head bowed. I hooked the heavy collar around his neck and whispered, "You are going to be my horse tonight. If you're nice I will reward you later. Resist and you'll regret it." He nodded. I ordered everyone except the shy slave to form a human road to the bedroom, those in the back moving to the front as soon as I passed.
And so the shy slave and I rode my horse across the "slave road", making sure to take an extra long time passing over the cocky slave, until we finally made it to my bed. "One of you will get to be fucked by me tonight," I explained to the slaves, "but it will be a difficult privilege to win. And win it you must. We will hold a competition between the slaves, a Greek, nude oil wrestling competition. The winner is mine." The slaves all began to smile and talk excitedly at the idea of competing for the privilege of being rammed by my rod.
And so they began to prepare for the competition. I reserved the shy slave, whose head lay on my lap while I stroked his hair lovingly, and the defiant slave, who was forced to kneel bedside the bed still collared. The men stripped down and began to oil each other up. It was truly a sight to behold: every man was a masterpiece of the male form, their muscles glistened intensely as the olive oil dribbled across every bump and ripple of their perfectly sculpted bodies. And of course their cocks were simply unbelievable: each man was cut, and endowed with sizes ranging from 4" soft to 9" soft (a state which was hard to maintain given that each man was having slick olive oil massaged onto his member by at least 2 gorgeous men)!
Their hairless balls were glimmering with oil and just screaming to be rubbed up against and held, if you could even manage to hold them.
Fully coated in oil, the first pair began to wrestle. The oil made for both comical and sensual moments. As the men tried to grasp each other, they slipped and fell on top of each other. Leg locks were nearly impossible, but that didn't stop some men from trying, resulting in slippery groins mashing into each other. It was only a matter of time before each pair was sporting a hardon from the oily wrestling, and all the better since the match had no rules. Some men tried grabbing their opponent's cocks, others tried twisting their balls, but the winner had the best approach: he flipped his opponent on his back and then pinned him with his rock hard 9" dick. I don't know who was happier, the guy who won, or the guy who lost, but got a great fucking.
And so the competition was over. The winner was a truly stunning exotic beauty. He was 6' 3" tall, with a picture-perfect body. His jet-black hair came down to his ears and was damp with sweat. His eyes were as dark as night, complemented by similarly colored light stubble on his sculpted face.
His chest was as firm and defined as could be imagined and he sported a six-pack that displayed his muscled, but not overly worked-out physique. His thick legs sparkled with the left over oil and his nine-inch rod was only beginning to soften and was kissed by a drop of pre-cum on his slit. I knew it would be a great fuck.
The winning slave reached for a towel, but I held up my hand to stop him and beckoned him to the bed. I dismissed the shy slave and the defiant slave and laid down on the large bed in anticipation. The rest of the slaves left the room and the lights dimmed as the door shut.
And there he stood at the end of the bed. The light was dim, the shining oil highlighted all his important features and a band of light lay across his face in just the right spot to show his beautiful slightly upturned grin. He climbed onto the bed and crawled towards me on all fours like some majestic horse. He now hovered above me, his hair dangling just a few inches from my face. His body was already hot, and became even more so as I moved my hands along the grooves of his chest.
I latched my legs around his and spread his legs, forcing him to rest his body on mine. As his lips pressed against mine in a sensual kiss, I rubbed my hands slowly along his back advancing towards the firm melons of his ass.
When I finally reached my prize, I gave his butt a very hard squeeze, pushing my nails into his skin slightly. He jumped in surprise, but I made sure he didn't stop kissing me.
Now our engorged dicks were rubbing hard together, slicked by the oil. I could have stayed in that position all night, but I knew it was time to give this hunky slave the prize he had won. "It's time for you to get your reward," I whispered to him as I pushed him a little away. He smiled and lay down on the bed.
I was now perched between the legs of this Adonis. I stilled for a moment to take in his unequaled beauty from bottom to top. His feet were large enough to suggest a strong masculine build, but the skin on the soles of his feet was a smooth as a baby's bottom. I kissed each of his feet and he giggled and writhed a little as I did. His legs were large and muscular, but smooth and inviting at the same time. I rubbed up and down the length of both his powerful legs. His ass was firm and tender, sculpted to perfection, with the slightest dimples on each cheek. I showered gentle kisses all over his ass. His back was strong and smooth, with a sleek and sexy line down the center. I licked along the crease of his back slowly from the base to the top. His shoulders and arms were rippled with muscles; staring at them was like looking at a beautiful landscape.
I now lay down gently along his length, stretched my arms out and intertwined our hands. I kissed his neck and ears, taking in his scent as our bodies pressed against one another. Before rising, I gently pushed his hair away from his ear and whispered to him, "Now you get what you've been waiting for."
"On your hands and knees," I commanded, and he snapped to the proper position. I took out the bottle of KY jelly Ricardo had placed on the edge of the bed and lubed up my stiff 6" rod and placed some on the winning slave's hole. I spread his cheeks and poised the tip of my cock at his ass.
"Relax, I'll take this slowly," I said as I began to push my way into his tight canal. I could feel him tense up a little as I continued to push further and further into him, but that only made me more excited and I continued. By the time I was about halfway in, he began to relax a little and his hole adjusted to my dick. Sensing that he was ready, I pushed the final three inches into him, my pubic hair now rubbing up against his ass.
He began to moan in pleasure as I slowly started pumping my cock in and out of his ass. The sensation was wonderful, his tight ass just gripped my penis and made me want to cum with each push in and pull out. Not wanting to forget my slave's own tool, I reached around with both hands and began to jerk his penis. The service I was giving his dick and the pumping of my tool in his ass was too much for the slave, and he began to spasm. This only increased the tightness of his ass and caused me to blow my load, but not without a loud scream first. We both collapsed onto the bed, exhausted from that great fuck. I leaned over and gave the winning slave a kiss on the lips.
By now it was late at night and I was tired and messy. I had the rest of the slaves return and wash me. I ordered them all to put on white shorts to prepare for bed, and I put on my silk pajamas. We all climbed into the extra large bed. Most of the slaves laid along the sides and bottom of the bed, but the shy slave curled up near my back with his arms wrapped around my waist, and I wrapped my arms around the defiant slave. And there we lay, as content as possible. The warmth of the shy slave behind me and the reassuring presence of the defiant slave in front made me smile just before I drifted off to sleep.
------------------------------------ Thanks to everyone who responded to the first part of this story, I really enjoyed getting your e-mails. Your encouragement and suggestions were great. This is probably my last installment of the High Roller series. It's a little too time consuming and, even though I still have some ideas for Mr. E and his sex slaves, I don't think I'll write another part unless I can find some place to do it commercially (ie: for money). However, I would still love to hear from you about this installment. Send criticism, suggestions, pictures ;), whatever you want to mrestory@hotmail.com. I hope you enjoyed the story and don't forget to write.