"This next turn off, is it the one you said?" Rollo asks.
"It is. Then the next left and follow it until we reach the bridge. Then we're home."
I feel the car making the turn and continue my duties. My jaw's aching. Not that I'm complaining. What could be better than lying half-naked on the floor of a car sucking slowly on a Master's penis while he smokes a cigar and flicks the dead ash over me? I sense the car slowing and turning. Through the side window I glimpse a high stone archway and black iron gates closing automatically behind us. Master Sinclair opens the door.
"Out boy."
I scramble out and stand in just my leather jacket and boots taking in the surroundings. Having seen the stone arch I'd expected to see an old stone house, but this is more a 1930's brick built mansion on two floors with a red tiled roof surrounded by a well tended garden with lawns and an outer fringe of tall mature trees. I can see the tiled roofs of other large houses off to either side, but they're too far away to endanger privacy.
"Bring my suitcases boy."
I stagger under the weight of the two cases and follow Sinclair and Rollo into the house. A curving oak staircase leading up to an upper floor dominates the large hall. Master Sinclair picks up a leather-padded mallet and strikes a brass dinner gong hanging in a carved frame at the side of the staircase. The sound I imagine resonates throughout the house. As we stand waiting Sinclair lights up a cigar. A door to one side opens and three guys, quite obviously slaves, enter the hall and run to kneel before Master Sinclair with their foreheads down touching the polished oak floor.
"My slaves you will share Rollo. Allow me to introduce them. On your feet Col."
Col is in his early twenties, a few inches taller then me, strikingly handsome, brown eyes, brown short cropped hair, muscular build and shaved armpits. He's very sunburnt and wears only very short denim cut-offs revealing part of a well-rounded butt and the bottom edge of shaved testicles. On the right cheek of his arse is a healed round scar similar to my own unhealed cigar burn.
"He's the outside dog. Looks after the garden and swimming pool and cleans the car. Needs constant fucking. I spank him most days. Go and bring the metal cutters boy and be quick about it."
Col runs out of the door. I watch him go hoping that he might fuck too.
"Stand up Raj."
Raj looks to be Indian in his early thirties. About my height and build with a pretty boyish face, dark eyes and long wavy hair. He wears what appears to be a very short white skirt with, if I'm not mistaken, the tip of his brown cock showing below it.
"This one's my inside lapdog. Cooks and some light cleaning. I have two other slaves who come in to do the main cleaning. He's a top-notch cocksucker. Lift up your sarong boy."
Raj lifts the sarong to reveal a shaved cock and balls and a round scar on his right bum cheek. His cock, even while half soft, is way out of proportion to the rest of his body and hangs halfway down his thigh.
"Show your new Master your party trick boy," Master Sinclair instructs.
Raj lies down on the floor, lifts his legs over his head and takes his own cock into his mouth. He starts sucking and his cock increases immensely in size as it hardens. His eyes upturned like a puppy's, gaze at Rollo. Rollo grins and I experience a twinge of jealousy as I realise he'll want to fuck this other girlie boy.
"Right, back to the kitchen boy."
Raj stands up and tries to drop the sarong over his engorged cock without much success. He turns and dashes through a door behind the staircase.
"On your feet Viv."
This slave must be about fifty. A little under six feet tall, a good sunburnt body going to seed with a slight paunch, shaved armpits, receding grey hair, a handsome, kind face and soft blue eyes. Such a big man looks quite ludicrous wearing only a pair of lacy pink women's panties. On his right arse cheek is the now familiar dark red scar.
"Last, but not least, my utterly servile major-domo Viv. His full name's Vivian. Sort of family name aristocratic father's pass down to their sons. As you may have noticed I shorten all my slaves names to a maximum of three letters. I became Viv's Master when I was only twenty-two. He was thirty-seven and very generously made over this house and all he possessed in exchange for being my dutiful slave for life. He's still a good fuck, firm arse, feel it Rollo."
Rollo squeezes Viv's backside then slips his hand down inside the panties to probe the slave's hole. Viv closes his eyes in gratitude for being so intimately examined. Roll uses his other hand to cup the old slave's cock and balls.
"Yeah. Make a nice fuck I reckon." Rollo removes his hands, grinning at Sinclair.
"And rather like our little Ian here, he's never happier than when being humiliated. Am I not right boy?" He blows cigar smoke into Viv's face.
"Yes Master." Viv's accent sounds even more upper class than his Master's.
Col slips back into the hall from a side door. He has a pair of heavyweight metal cutters in his hands.
"Now, very carefully, cut off Master Rollo's collar and cockring. Then the same for our new slave Ian," Master Sinclair orders.
Col starts work on Rollo. Sinclair watches keenly.
"I only use collars when I have visitors or when I take a slave out in public. Cockrings very rarely," said Sinclair. "If you agree Rollo, I think Ian as the junior household slave should be subservient and obedient to the other slaves and assist them with their duties."
"He'll love that," says Rollo as he rubs his neck following the removal of the metal collar.
We all watch as Col expertly snips through Rollo's cockring and it drops off to reveal a band of black hair. I brace myself as he cuts off my neck collar and then my cockring. It feels wonderful to be able to scratch the itchiness where my blond hair has grown under the cockring.
"Viv will show you to your room Rollo. Do make yourself at home."
Rollo follows Viv up the staircase. His black hand gripping the back of the slaves pink knickers.
"You're overdressed boy. Take off the jacket and boots," Master Sinclair orders, "and hand them to Col."
I strip off and give the jacket and boots to Col. He looks at my nakedness and I feel myself blushing under his scrutiny. Sinclair notices.
"After I've fucked you Col, I might let you can fuck him. Now get rid of that stuff and come up to my bedroom."
Col rushes away and my new Master turns back to me. "Bring those suitcases boy."
I follow him up the staircase and along a corridor leading to the back of the house. We enter a luxuriously furnished bedroom about thirty feet by twenty feet with open patio windows stretching all the way across the room. It's awesome! A king size bed, a long fitted wardrobe along one wall with mirrored doors, a sofa, armchairs, 42" LCD television, a writing desk and, in one corner, I notice a large dog basket.
"Leave the cases. Viv does my unpacking. Go outside and get a sight of the swimming pool."
I walk out onto a wide terrace. Immediately below me is a thirty-metre swimming pool. The water as blue as the Mediterranean, shimmering in the summer sun. At one end of the terrace is a diving board and next to it wide curving steps lead down to the marble paved lower terrace and a line of blue and white striped sun beds. Being a slave here, I think, is going to be a new experience. As I bend over the terrace rail I feel his hand on the crack of my bottom and smell his cigar. He stands close beside me.
"How do you like it boy?"
I turn my head. He's wearing only white shorts.
"It's fantastic Master. Really fantastic!"
His long first finger begins to probe into me and I spread my legs wide.
"And how do you like that boy?"
"It's fantastic Master. It's what I need Master. All the time Master."
There's a tap on the door and then Col is beside us, groping his crotch as he sees me being finger-fucked.
"I've been loosening him up Col." Master Sinclair states as he slowly withdraws his finger. "Let me see you get in there and fuck the bitch."
Col drops his cut-offs, spits into the palm of his hand, uses it to vigorously lubricate my boycunt and, moving behind me, roughly pushes his big stiff rod up my arse. I turn my head and can see Master Sinclair watching intently as I'm screwed by his virile outside dog. Col might be a slave, but he knows his stuff when it comes to fucking. He holds my shoulders down over the rail with one hand as he uses the other to slap my arse cheeks. I squawk and yelp aloud as he spanks me and plunges in and out of my boycunt with his hard, massive endowment. My prick leaks pre-cum and I watch droplets falling into the pool below. As I feel Col reaching his climax, he's pulled out and away from me by Master Sinclair and bent over the rail next to me.
"Stay there boy. I want you hot," Sinclair shouts.
Expecting to be fucked, I'm taken by surprise as Master Sinclair pulls me away from the rail, picks me up in his arms, holds me out over the railing and lets go. As I come to the surface spluttering, I can see Col, red faced, bent over the rail above, bobbing backwards and forwards as Sinclair fucks him hard. I make for the opposite side of the pool, pull myself up, sit naked on the edge of the pool and look up to view Col's lithe body being used without mercy. I can hear the smack of flesh against flesh as Master Sinclair demonstrates his ownership for me and anyone else to see. He orgasms, shouting as he does so.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck... take it boy... my spunk up your slave's hole... you're mine boy... mine!" Col's Master takes a pull on his cigar, blows out a smoke ring and deigns to wave the cigar in a triumphant salute at me, his new slave. I restrain myself from waving back. He may not approve. I just watch.
"Have a swim together boys." Sinclair holds Col over the rail as he had me.
Col drops into the water with an almighty splash, surfaces and proceeds to free stroke up and down the pool. Master Sinclair laughs and moves back into his room. Col drives his way through the water furiously. Perhaps he's angry at being fucked in front of me? Another length of the pool and he swims over to where I am sitting, heaves himself out and takes my arm.
"We've some unfinished business boy. Come on."
Col leads me around the pool to the side of the house, through a door and we're in the garage. In addition to the Rolls I arrived in there's a dark blue Jaguar saloon, a red Mini Cooper and a classic racing green MG sports. Without saying a word Col bends me over the front of the Jaguar, spits on his hand as he'd done earlier, lubricates my hole and pushes his hard cock into me. It's a repeat performance of me bent over the terrace railing. He holds my shoulders down over the car with one hand and uses the other to slap my arse cheeks. It's not a light spanking and I can't help yelling and screaming as he drives his manhood in and out of my boycunt. I can feel my prick leaking pre-cum over the polished surface of the car and start sliding myself backwards and forwards seeking release for myself. Perhaps Col has a kink about fucking a fellow slave bent over a Jaguar? It's certainly working for me. My rubbing is on the point of success when I feel Col reaching his climax, shouting out and pumping his seed into me. It's enough and I cum in loads.
I'm left bent over the Jaguar when Col pulls out and leaves me. Straightening up I thrill to the feel of his load of spunk beginning to run down the inside of my legs. This so turns me on I'm ready to be fucked again. I satisfy my lust by bending down and licking up my own cum from the bonnet of the car. I imagine myself being made to do this by Rollo with an audience watching. My prick starts twitching back into life. Nothing left to lick, I stand there slowly wanking my prick, eyes closed. Then someone's hand gently takes my fingers away and a mouth closes over my prick. I keep my eyes closed and begin to pump my prick in and out of the mouth. I'm not quite hard and it will take time to cum a second time, but I'm content having the mouth and tongue feeding on me. Without thinking I place my hands on the head of the person giving the blowjob and realise whom it is. Long wavy hair means it must be Raj of the long cock. That I must have. So, being very careful not to lose his mouth from my prick, I ease myself to the floor, move my head down towards his feet, lift up his sarong and fasten my mouth on his lengthy giant of a cock. Side by side on the floor we suck each other like crazy. Wow! His cock is way down my throat. This is what I need. I fondle his perfectly smooth dark brown balls with one hand. Putting my finger into my mouth alongside his tool, I wet it and begin inserting it into the tight puckered anus in front of me. His sucking becomes more frantic as I finger fuck him and I suddenly feel his spunk spurting down the back of my throat. I move my legs until I'm straddling his head and fuck his face in savage short jabs. It works. I'm building up. All those electrifying, indescribable fireworks of near orgasm and then I'm shrieking and cumming a torrent into Raj's mouth. Such utter bliss! I continue, as Masters have taught me, to keep my prick in his mouth until it softens. Without any warning he takes his mouth away, kneels up, stands and is off at a run like a scared rabbit.
"You fucking bitch!" It's Rollo sounding furious. I look around, but can't see him.
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