hi to everyone. It's slave jim back again. Master Dean read my story and read your comments and he gave me permission to continue. Of course, i'm sitting at the same chair, with the butt plug in my ass, and with my ankles chained to the chair. This time, Sir Dean added a pair of wrist cuffs. It means i can't type as fast, and i make more mistakes. He did it, i think, because i have to keep the nipple clamps on for five minutes for every mistake he finds in my typing. Sir Dean wasn't happy with how much time i spent writing about Sir Javier. He put me in the Humbler and used his middle sized paddle on my ass in punishment. i was in the humbler for two hours.
He was MUCH happier when i wrote about how he took me home, dominated me, and fucked me. That got Sir Dean really really excited. When he was reading, i was standing next to the chair where he was sitting. my hands were cuffed behind my back, and i had on the nipple clamps. i had my head down, but i could hear Sir Dean's breathing and his occasional remarks like "OH YEAH" and "THAT WAS HOT" . then i felt his finger finding my ass crack, and i spread my legs so he could get in easier (he had taken the butt plug out). When he finished reading, he looked at me and said "boy, you're gonna get fucked as hard as you did that first night."
Sir Dean has three sets of restraints affixed to his bed: the severe ones, the light ones, and the ones he used that day: in between. They give my arms and legs some movement, but not as much as the light ones. The severe ones keep me totally still. He uses those when he wants a pure tickling session, or he's shaving my pubes, things like that. Sir Dean likes the middle weight ones because they also have an attachment, that allows him to cuff my ankles, and then attach them to my wrists, so my hole is totally exposed. He did that after he read the story, after he put a ball gag in my mouth. He uses the ball gag a lot because my drool escapes through the side. He can tell how well i'm feeling his dick by how much drool comes out. (OH. Sir Dean just reminded me that i forgot to tell you i made a mistake in the first chapter. His cock isn't 9.5 inches: it's 9.75. He gave me three extra whacks for that mistake).
Anyway, after he had me restrained the way he wanted, he dropped his jeans. i could see my story made him hard (Sir Dean was happy to read from some of you who said that it made you hard too. Especially slave readers. He wanted me to ask if your Masters keep you locked up, so i will). my hole was completely exposed, and because of the position i was in, i couldn't see Master's cock: only feel it. It felt very, VERY thick . i remember that i was moaning very loud, but of course, with the ball gag in the sounds weren't very big. i did drool A LOT. when i felt him shoot inside of me, and he yelled, he looked at me and smiled. "Don't think I'm not getting my regular evening blow job, stud slave." If i hadn't have been gagged, i would have told him "yes sir" because i knew: sometimes, when he feels in a good mood, Sir Dean tells me that since i surrendered, his recovery time between orgasms has gone down from 7 hours to 3 hours. i don't know what his recover time was before me, but it's true that he can fuck me again three hours after he did it the first time.
So now you know about what happened after i published the first chapter. Sir Dean gave me permission to continue to tell you the story of us. He did want me to mention that i was "easy:" i surrendered after the third "date" we had. Sir Dean is excited to read what i write about my submission, so i'll get to it as fast as i can.
It actually took a while for us to have our second "date," and it was very different from the first one. i hadn't given Sir Dean any contact information when i left his place, and he didn't give me any. i was angry at myself for doing that, because.. well, that sex had been so hot. i thought i wasn't going to see him again. Then, one day at work, i got a call. After i said "hello," he said "You remember my voice?" i did. i could NEVER forget the voice of the man who was going to be my master. "Dean? How did you find me?" I asked. He laughed. "It wasn't hard. I just started asking around if any of my friends knew a gay plumber. " He laughed again. "Turns out there's more than one of you. So I gave physical descriptions. That didn't help, but then I said 'he's a bottom trapped in a top's body," and one of my friends told me 'you know, I don't know him but my friend Javier was with a plumber for three years. Maybe he's the guy. He put Javier in touch with me, and.... I found you!" Of course, i was already getting aroused when I heard my future Master's voice, and then when he mentioned Javier, my other Master, i felt myself getting totally rigid. i made a joke "So, now that you've found me, what are you gonna do?" His voice dropped. "I'm gonna meet you back at that bar, and you're coming home with me, and i'm gonna FUCK you silly again." i almost came right then and there. He told me when to meet him. i finished work , aroused all day, and went home to change. i wanted to look good: i put on a white dress shirt in what one of my friends said was "gay fit," and my best fitting jeans: jeans i would never wear to work, but a pair that another friend said "made my ass look like two blue melons." i added black boots, and a leather jacket, and went downtown to the bar.
i didn't see Sir Dean right away, but i saw Javier. He was at the bar, with a young, blond guy standing in front of him, hands behind his back, as Javier ran a finger over his lips. i remembered when he would do that to me. i wondered why he was there, but i didn't get to wonder long, because i felt Sir Dean drape his hand over my shoulder, and reach inside my shirt. He whispered "GOOD. Easy access to the treasure." He began to twist my nipple. i hadn't jerked off at home, because i thought it wasn't going to be the right thing to do, so i was already aroused. When Sir Dean whispered into my ear: "put your hands behind your back, BOTTOM" i could barely get out a "yes sir." He didn't use metallic cuffs, but i felt a leather strap go around my wrists. Then i heard him say "open your mouth." i did, and he shoved a bandana in it, pulled it behind my head, and tied it tight. my lips were spread apart, and he walked me over to where Javier was standing. Javier smiled. "You'll have fun with him. Remember what i told you." i remember that i realized what had happened: when Sir Dean and Javier spoke, Javier must have told Sir Dean about any hotspots Sir Dean hadn't found yet (there were a few). "nmnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngngngnggggggggggggggggg" was all i could say. Sir Dean was working on my nip, and Javier was smiling. "He's probably leaking. Make sure he learns that's not appropriate." "OH YOU BEST BELIEVE HE'LL LEARN THAT TONIGHT. " Then I felt Sir Dean's hand on my neck. "Let's go, mancunt."
that was the first night i experienced Sir Dean's nipple clamps. i hadn't used them since Javier, and Javier's were big and heavy. Sir Dean's were "finer," i guess is the word to describe them. If Javier's felt like a crab's claws, Sir Dean's are like needles. He put them on me after he had gotten me out of my jacket, pushed me in a chair, and tied me there. He told me that the clamps would "tenderize" my nipples for his fingers and mouth. They did. He played with the clamps, lifting up the chain, dropping it, twisting the clamps themselves, and he told me that the next time, i'd have to hold the chain in my mouth and pull, but not tonight. He thought i looked so hot gagged he wanted to keep me that way. He did, after he took off the clamps, and brought me to his bedroom. i didn't realize at that time that he had three sets of restraints (maybe he didn't have three yet. i don't know), but the ones he used are the most restrictive ones he has now. i couldn't move. He had my ankles restrained too, so i was spread out like a big X. He had opened my shirt, and that was the first time he mentioned shaving. As he stroked my torso, he said "such dark, curly hair. People will think you're a top. They'd never think you're a slave. Once you become one... this has to go." "mmmmmmmmmmmph." i tried to pull up from the bed when he mentioned "slave." i had some idea what that involved, and while i wanted to bottom, to get fucked, to be submissive, i wanted to stay independent. No, slavery was not for me. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH" i groaned again, and again tried to pull up. Sir Dean just grabbed both of my nipples and twisted until i fell back into place "CALM DOWN BIG BOY. Nothing you can do right now. Nothing... " Then he lay next to me and whispered "but when you submit to me, that hair is going. Understand? " His hand was on my crotch, and he was squeezing. "mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph" I moaned, and nodded 'yes' , just to stop that feeling (Now, i wish i hadn't. i didn't realize how good it felt because, well, it hadn't happened very often." Sir Dean moved down and straddled my torso. He looked at me. "I don't know why I'm asking you, but I will: you wanna get FUCKED studmuffin?" i did!!!! OH BOY. i don't think i had ever wanted to get fucked more in my life. i shook my head vigorously. As hard as i could. i saw Sir Dean smile as he opened my jeans , and pulled them down. Then he loosened the ankle restraints so that he could slip them off. He smiled. "Javier told me you have ticklish feet. I should've done something with that. But now... I'm too damn horny." He was. He got my briefs off, and he told me "Next time, don't wear any underwear" I just "mmmmmphed" and shook my head yes. When Sir Dean dropped his pants, he stood up first and brought his cock to my face. "You're gonna eat this cock one day, bitch jim. And you're gonna swallow every drop." "mmmmmmmmmmmmmmph," i was begging him to give it to me now, but he didn't. Instead, he lifted my legs, spat onto his cock, and threw one into me. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH it felt so good! It felt SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO good. It was WAY better than when i was taking Javier's cock: Sir Dean is bigger, and harder, and thicker too. Sometimes, he'd just stop, smile, and tighten his muscles, and it felt like he got 2 inches longer. He played with my nipples through the whole fuck, and then, when he was ready he looked at me and said "I'm gonna BREED you, fucktoi," and then he shot a big, BIG load into me. Sir Dean must have brushed up against my cock as he pulled out: maybe it was on purpose, maybe it was by accident, but i was so aroused, i shot. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH" i was groaning as it shot out of me. Sir Dean didn't look happy. When i was done, and almost felt like crying, he grabbed my shrinking dick. "LISTEN UP, MANCUNT. WHEN YOU'RE IN MY BED, YOU ASK FOR PERMISSION TO CUM. LEARN RESTRAINT, BOTTOM" Had i been able to speak, i would have made a joke about being restrained/ restraint, but i was still gagged. Sir Dean kept me gagged and tied for another hour while he played with my chest hair, tweaked my nipples, and talked about all the things he planned to do to me. Just before he untied me, he grabbed a butt plug. He greased it, and not too gently, shoved it into my ass. "I want you to wear that until you go to bed tonight, jim. And then if I call you and tell you to wear it, you do it. Understand?" He had taken the gag off, so i was able to say "yes sir." Then he announced i was spending the weekend with him. "I'll send you a list of what I want you to bring. Bring nothing else. " He smiled. "This is the weekend you're gonna become a slave." i gulped. i thought "there is no way i'm coming back here." But i did. And it happened.
Sir Dean just told me i have to wait until the next installment to tell you about the session where i surrendered. He said it's very hot, so you should all be ready to shoot if you're a DOM, and to ask your Master if you have permission to shoot, if you're a sub or slave. i guess he's going to let me write again. i hope so.