Sitting on the grass I notice out of the corner of my eye the two gardeners approaching. I stand up. They stop in front of me. They are both naked and body shaved, but very sunburnt rather than unwashed. In fact they are both quite attractive. The younger one about my age and build, but much more muscular with dark hair and green eyes. The older one in his thirties is taller and also very muscular with dark hair and eyes. I can't help noticing their long dicks hanging down between their legs.
"You must be the lapdog we saw spying on us yesterday," the older guy grins as he speaks. "I'm Chris and this is my fuckboy Ron. Would you like me to hose you down?"
"Please Sir, if you don't mind."
"Chris, not Sir please. Ron, go get the hose."
As Ron runs off, Chris turns me around by the shoulders and I feel his fingers exploring my hole.
"Bet the Master loves fucking this tight boycunt. Wouldn't mind having a go myself, but he'd flay the skin off my back if I did."
Next second and my back, ass and legs are being hosed off with icy cold water, but anything is better than the filth. I turn around and Ron hoses my front paying particular attention to my crotch area. I use my hands to clean my face and duck under the hose to wash my hair.
"That'll do Ron."
"What about his ass Chris?"
"Okay, go ahead. Bend over and pull your cheeks apart lapdog."
Ron sticks the end of the hose up my anus and I feel the water entering.
"That's enough Ron. Take the hose back."
Chris's fingers are again in my hole.
"Let it out lapdog, let me feel the water running out of your boycunt."
If that's his thing, who am I to disappoint? I let go and the water and Mano's spunk shoot out over his hands. I turn to watch. Chris is sniffing his hand just as Ron returns and also takes a sniff.
"Your ass smells better than a lady's pussy lapdog," laughs Ron.
They both walk away laughing. Well, at least they cleaned me up. I lie down on the grass and enjoy the hot sun drying my body.
"Are you crazy getting sunburnt like this? The Master will beat me as well as you for allowing it." Shouts Roxy.
He unfastens the collar and chain and drags me back towards the house.
"Can you take these tit grips off please Roxy, they're awfully painful?"
"That's the Masters privilege, not mine. The Master's invited guests this evening. I need to get you washed and prepared."
When Roxy has washed me inside and out and shampooed, washed and dried my hair, she points me to the living room.
"He's waiting for you."
Sir, in full evening dress and looking devastating, pulls me down onto his lap and immediately starts finger fucking me.
"Have you learnt your lesson baby?"
"I have Sir. I promise I won't be disobedient again."
"Excellent, but it doesn't mean you won't be punished again if only for my personal enjoyment."
"I understand Sir."
Sir starts fondling my nipple clips and I writhe and whimper in pain.
"Shall I take them off baby? It'll be very painful."
"Oh, please do Sir."
Sir removes the left nipple clip and I yell out in pain. He puts a finger in my mouth and I suck on it for comfort until the pain fades. I suck and gobble on his finger as he removes other clip. I'm now crying with pain and Sir leans down and kisses my tits in turn very gently and then sucks on them.
By the time Roxy arrives in a French Maid's outfit with our drinks I'm sitting being contentedly finger fucked while sipping my gin and tonic.
"When my guests arrive I expect you to help Roxy answering the door and serving drinks. If any of them want to handle you, kiss you or finger fuck you that is in order." "Yes Sir."
I realise I'm going to be naked in a room full of clothed men. What excitement! I'm going to be completely and, to me, enjoyably humiliated. Roxy answers the first ring on the doorbell and brings two handsome, but quite different tall men into the living room. One is in his late forties I would guess with a touch of grey in his hair and a trim moustache. The other guy is in his early twenties with close-cropped dark hair. Both are in eveningwear. For a moment they both grin as they watch Sir finger fucking me. Sir lifts me up slightly so they can see my hole, then pushes me off his lap as the doorbell rings again.
"Greet our guests and then go answer the door baby."
The older guy kisses me and probes his tongue into my throat while he's stroking my arse and feeling between my ass cheeks. The bell rings again as he pushes me away. The younger man kisses me tenderly on the lips and feels my hard prick.
"I'm Adam, he's Vic. Better answer that door."
Roxy arrives with drinks and I dash to open the door. Two more incredible looking guys in evening dress. One in his thirties is white, the other is black and probably younger than me.
"Hey! So you're the new wife. You're beautiful babe. Come, give me a kiss."
It's the younger black guy with a dazzling smile. He grabs hold of me and kisses me hard while his hands feel my tender nipples and shaven crotch. He lets me go and pushes me towards the other guy with jet-black hair and a handsome, rather Spanish look. He shakes my hand.
"I'm Juan, he's Grant."
Juan draws me close into his arms and kisses my lips before exploring my mouth with a long tongue. His hands slide down from my shoulders until he's cupping each of my ass cheeks.
"What a pity we're not allowed to fuck you Matt."
"I'm sure his husband fucks him more than enough," says Grant.
"Yes Sir, he does." I can feel myself flushing saying this.
"Show us if he spanks you too Matt," orders Juan.
I turn and show them my red bottom. They both give it a rub, put their arms around my shoulders and take me to the living room where they greet the others with kisses. Roxy comes in with drinks for Juan and Grant and a refill for Sir and myself. He seems to know what they all want.
"Where is my lapdog?" asks Sir.
I drop into his lap and his finger moves into my anus. He raises me on his lap so everyone can see him finger fucking me.
"I hear you have a Spanish stable dog," enquires Juan.
"Yes indeed and he's proving both a hard worker and a good fuckboy for my stable lad. But he can be naughty. Perhaps I can show you."
Sir presses a button on a remote control and the huge sixty-inch TV screen comes to life. It takes me a moment to realise it's a recording of the events in the stable this morning with me being dragged on all fours into the stable, tied up at the end of the stall and strapped by Fletch. My screams echo around the living room. Sir, Roxy and the guests watch with keen interest and applaud. Then Mano is grappling with me on the stable floor and I'm covered in filth as he sucks me and finally mounts me and fucks me hard. At the point where we collapse, Sir switches off.
"See what I mean? That dog Mano needs severe punishment. Thought of having him fucked by my gardener's Great Dane, but he'd enjoy it too much. I think a caning with us all taking turns might give us more pleasure. We'll do it later."
Roxy is doing another round with drinks for everyone. Sir is whispering in my ear.
"You were naughty too Matt, allowing that stable dog to fuck you."
"He's stronger than me Sir, I couldn't stop him."
"I know my pet, but you'll still have to be punished later. For the moment I want you to sit back and be entertained."
Sipping my drink and listening to all the clever conversation I am entertained, but is that all he meant? Looking around the room I notice Juan, Grant and Vic are sitting down while Adam sits at Vic's feet on the carpet and, like me, doesn't say a word. Perhaps he's shy. There's a lull in the conversation.
"Stand up boy," orders Vic.
Adam springs to his feet and stands with his legs apart, hands behind his neck and head bowed.
"Take off your jacket and drop your pants boy," commands Vic.
My prick twitches and Sir finger fucks me harder as Adam does as he's told. He resumes his stance and without underpants his balls and ass can be seen.
"Roxy, go fetch the horse," instructs Sir.
He is only gone a moment before returning with a leather-covered bench on castors with straps at the bottom of its four legs.
"Bend over the horse boy. You don't need restraints for the warm up," says Vic.
Adam docilely stretches himself over the horse. Vic lifts Adam's shirt over his back to reveal a lean, muscled body showing signs of previous punishment and a dark brown 'V' on his right ass cheek.
"Spread those legs slave," orders Vic.
Slave! Wow! This handsome guy is Vic's obedient slave, Sir whispers into my ear again as Roxy hands Vic a long thin cane.
"That 'V' on his ass was applied by Vic with a red hot branding iron. Think you'd rather be my lapdog wife than a slave sweetheart?"
"Oh, yes Sir please."
Sir hugs me close and intrudes a second finger into my boy cunt as Vic raises the cane. Grant sitting on the sofa next to us can see me being finger fucked and reaches out to stroke my hard prick. Wow! This is heaven. The cane swishes through the air and lands on Adam's naked backside. I wince.
Adam stays still. I can see a livid thin cane mark across Adam's ass cheeks as Vic raises the cane again. Six of the best. The classic punishment in English schools. When Vic lowers the cane. Adam hasn't twitched or moved an inch. Everyone claps to show their appreciation.
"Well slave?"
Adam heaves himself off the horse and drops to his knees in front of Vic. We can all see tears in his eyes.
"Thank you Master Vic. I am your slave Sir."
"In that case strip naked and sit at my feet," instructs Vic.
Vic sits down and sips his drink while his slave strips absolutely naked. He has a wonderful body, large nipple rings in each tit and his erect long cock curves to one side. He sits down at Vic's feet and kisses his shoes. Vic offers him a sip from his glass. Grant and Juan I notice have obvious hard ons in their pants. So has Sir and I can feel it jutting up under my bare bottom.
"He needs more than six Vic. Let me have a go," asks Grant with his wicked bright smile.
"Why not?" Vic agrees. "Get over the horse again slave."
Adam obeys instantly. Grant fastens his wrists to the legs at one end and his ankles to the back legs. Stretched out stark naked he looks fantastic.
"Roxy, get me a decent thick cane not one for little boys," shouts Grant.
Roxy goes out of the room and comes back with a selection of half a dozen canes to choose from. Grant looks them over and takes up a thick cane. He walks around and shows it to his victim.
"Kiss it slaveboy."
Adam kisses the cane.
"You ready to be a black man's slave boy?"
"Yes Sir. I am Sir."
"That's good white boy. Cause I'm going to beat you like a dog until you yell for mercy slave. Is that okay with you?"
"Whatever you decide Master."
Grant whips the cane through the air and it makes a shattering crack on Adam's arse cheeks. I shudder at the pain it must cause and Sir hugs me closer. I'm surprised a nice sort of guy like Grant is so viscous. Sir whispers the answer.
"Grant and Juan are two of the best known Masters in London. That's why I invited them."
Grant continues the beating until Adam is sobbing and then yelling with pain.
"Please Sir, I can't take any more Sir."
"You'll take what I decide white boy. Stop your whining."
"I'm bleeding Sir. I know I am. Master Vic stop him I beg you Master."
"Stop winging boy, if your ass bleeds, which it's not doing, so what," responds Vic.
I'm clinging to Sir and he's holding me close while continuing to finger fuck me. I can't believe a guy can take so much punishment. He's not bleeding true, but his arse is striped with bright red cane marks which are turning purple. Adam I can see is weeping and struggling in his bonds.
"Twenty. That's it boy," declares Grant and flops down again next to me and Sir. He seems as exhausted as Adam who lies sobbing over the horse.
"Did you enjoy that boy?" Grant asks me. "I'd love to beat you if your husband would allow".
"I couldn't take it like that Sir."
"So what can I do to you white boy? I'm not allowed to fuck you or beat you, what can we do?"
"He can suck your cock," I hear Sir saying as he pushes my head forward into Grant's crotch.
"That I would like," says Grant as he unzips and spears my mouth with his gigantic black thick cock.
I gobble on the black knob being pushed into my mouth and feel the length of his cock in my throat. Everyone in the room must be watching and I enjoy the usual feeling of humiliation about being used in public. Grant pushes me away.
"Thanks boy, now I'm ready."
Grant stands up, walks behind Adam, drops his pants and plunges his cock up Adam's rectum. Adam shrieks in pain and continues moaning and sobbing as Grant fucks him hard with a big dazzling grin on his face. Juan positions himself in front of Adam, drops his pants and briefs, grabs a handful of Adam's hair and thrust his huge cock into the slave's mouth. Now Adam's being fucked rhythmically front and rear. I watch with a twinge of envy.
"You'd like that wouldn't you baby?" Master whispers.
"I'm not sure Sir."
"Don't try and kid me, of course you would. Just wait until later."
It's obvious from their expressions that Grant and Juan are heading for a climax. Both roar like bulls as they near completion. Grant rears up.
"Take my seed slave. I'm breeding you good. Arrrrgh..."
Juan withdraws his great cock and shoots his sperm all over Adam's face. I notice Adam licking as much off his lips as possible and swallowing it.
"Time for you to be a good hostess Matt. Go and clean up those two cocks," orders Sir.
I run to Grant, kneel down and swallow his softening cock.
"Good boy, lick me clean. Suck up all those juices from the slave's ass. Now go and attend to Juan.
I kneel in front of Juan, lick the sides of his cock and then take it into my mouth and bathe it with my tongue. The taste of spunk as I swallow it is fantastic. Juan pushes me away.
"Don't forget your other guest," I hear Sir saying. "Clean up the slave's face too."
I look at Adam's face covered in Juan's creamy spunk. First I kiss his mouth and he responds by gently thrusting his tongue into me. I move on to licking every drop of Juan's creamy spunk off Adam's handsome face and taking it down my throat.
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Chapter 17
"Back here baby," Sir calls and I happily run back to sit on his lap and feel the familiar finger using my boycunt.
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