Epilogue:
It was nearing four in the morning when I returned to the Royal Elephant. I was still too wired to sleep, so I went and sat out on the patio. The very place I had made Prasang stand naked and blindfolded while stirring my mai tai with his big, fat cock.
It had only just happened that afternoon, but it felt like an eternity ago now.
The dark courtyard was mostly deserted save for a few all-night partiers straggling back.
A text message dinged on my phone. "I eagerly await your return, master. My hole is lubed and ready to be filled with your cock."
This was the third message Scott had sent me in the last hour.
I began to text back, then changed my mind.
Instead, I went and accessed the 24/7 webcam to see what he was up to.
From where the camera was positioned just above the door, I could see our living room in its entirety.
Scott had kept it pristinely ordered. The sofa, the bookshelf, the ficus by the glass balcony doors. Everything looked clean and freshly tidied, as was, of course, his responsibility as my slave.
His dog dish was positioned right next to my recliner, just as I liked it.
At the end of the day, I would have my dinner there on a tray while watching TV. I could hang my arm over the side and caress Scott's smooth back as he ate alongside me. Man's best friend.
If he had been a very good boy, I would feed him bits of morsels from my own plate, which he would eat up gratefully, licking my fingers clean.
Scott was there now. His white, naked body stood out against the ornate Persian rug splayed in the middle of the living room. He was crouched down on all fours as if it were about to fly away with him on it.
It was on this rug that he had been sleeping and basically doing everything else since I had gone because I was not there to give him direct permission to use the furniture.
I zoomed in on him. He was eerily still as he had been in that string of videos he sent demonstrating his complete and utter supplication to me.
For a minute, I feared he was pulling this stunt once again, though he didn't have the leather hood on this time.
Was he just going to do this all the time now, day in and day out? Set himself down amongst my possessions and wait to be used like the chair or the TV just on the remote chance I might check in on him?
The idea was both concerning and, well...hot. My most loyal and obedient Scott.
But then I noticed he had his laptop in front of him just inches from the foot of my chair. He was looking at some website while resting on his elbows with his naked ass in the air.
He had apparently been fixated on some detail, which was why he was sitting so still, but then his attention broke and toned buns began to sway back and forth.
I unmuted the volume. "Free Falling" by Tom Petty blasted from my phone.
I smiled.
Had I been a little bit more observant, I would have noticed the light glowing on Scott's vintage record player on its cabinet against the wall. I would have seen the vinyl LP atop its platter with a sheen that indicated motion.
The record stand with all its LPs was Scott's very small part of the room with old albums by Queen and Neil Young taped to the wall above.
As I got to know him better, record collecting had proven to be Scott's most enduring passion outside of being my naked slave.
He was one of these musical purists who swore songs just didn't sound right on any other form of media.
Two years before, Scott had put all his possessions into storage and we moved into a two-bedroom apartment together.
We had converted the second bedroom into the dungym with a combination of workout and bondage equipment.
I had soundproofed the door and single window as the spankings could get loud and might cause concern amongst the other tenants.
Scott was already a minimalist before we met. A man of few needs, he had put his small number of possessions into storage.
The deal had been complete and utter obedience to me in exchange for free rent and owning nothing save for clothing.
This agreement had loosened with time as it almost had to. Scott and I were both doing pretty well financially and now shared the cost of rent.
All the same, we both felt that having too many of his own things around would decrease my sense of ownership over him.
But I allowed him the one thing he genuinely could not seem to live without: his record player and collection.
I was glad to see him indulging himself a little. Apart from the music, he was so dedicated to following my rules that he wouldn't so much as use my recliner as an unofficial desk for his laptop.
I closed the surveillance app, then pressed the phone icon on my chat.
He answered in seconds. "Hello, master!" He exclaimed. His big, happy face filling the screen. He picked up the tiny remote for the record player and silenced it.
He then got up on all fours and lowered his eyes. "I'm...I'm very pleased to see you again, master," his voice sounded lower and more masculine than it used to, an implication of the increased testosterone due to frequent weight lifting.
"My slave cock is hard in your very presence. Please, use my body however you wish."
I was hard immediately. I could not imagine a day when hearing him say that would not be music to my ears.
"Hello, Scott." We were face to face for the first time since I left for Thailand. I had nearly forgotten what a radiant shade of blue his eyes were.
His hair was stylishly short and I noticed more gray in it then before, giving the brown a wintry hue. He was fast on his way to becoming a silver fox, it seemed.
The hair, eyes and creamy, light skin made him look like water and ice in contrast to Prasang's fire and heat.
"It's nice to see you again. Did you miss me?" As if I didn't already know what the answer was.
He looked up. "Oh yes, of course, master! I await your return every second! My body waits for your return!"
His eyes were so big, his face so purely, boyishly joyful I had to suppress a laugh.
"You look just like a happy little puppy," I said.
Scott wiggled his bare buns back and forth and stuck his tongue out. "Yipe! Yipe!"
Panting like a doggy, he did a three-hundred-and-sixty degree turn on his hands and knees, giving me views of his beautifully muscled chest and stomach.
He wiggled his big, tight, baseball player buns in the camera. I got a flash of bubble gum pink between them, like the blush inside of the coil of a seashell.
His cock, bound in its plastic restrain, already had a bead of dew dangling and dancing from the end.
Upon completing his full turn, he dropped to the floor and rolled his strong, muscled body to the left, then to the right. "Woof! Woof!"
I kept one hand over my mouth while the other squeezed my cock through my shorts. Seeing this Adonis of a man pine to be dominated and used was almost too extraordinary to be true.
I wanted to just dive through that phone screen and never, ever let him go again.
"Alright, boy. Heel, Scott, I get it. What have you been up to today?"
It was afternoon where he was and the drawn curtain behind him was backlit by sunlight. Scott's face lit up again. I noticed the bead of pre-cum drip down onto the Persian rug.
"Just checking up on some auctions, master. Oh, and before you called I did this really great back and arms workout. Been making progress on my chest, too. Getting nice and big for you, sir."
"May I see, Scott? Would you stand up and show me? Put your laptop on the recliner. You have permission."
"Yes, master, of course!"
Scott got to his feet and positioned himself back by the drawn shades so his entire body was visible on screen.
"Flex for me, Scott. Show it off."
The puppy on the floor moments ago was suddenly a smoothly sculpted god on two legs. Naked Scott did several muscle poses, flexing his biceps upward so they stood out like hard rocks.
He hooked his hands to his sides and pushed his elbows forward to make his chest stand out. His abs were squared and defined like the pattern on a bar of white chocolate.
He then turned around and showed off his powerful, V-shaped back. I watched his shoulder blades roll backward as he did another awesome flex.
Mostly, though, I could only stare at what was undeniably his best feature: that big, stunning round ass that I had been unable to keep my hands off of since the first time we met. After hundreds of workouts, the gluts and hamstrings stood out, harder and more shapely than ever.
I squeezed my throbbing cock. The courtyard of the Royal Elephant was dark enough that anyone out and about wouldn't notice me touching myself.
As Scott showed off his body for me, I began to question if I had literally been out of my mind to let him out of my sight for even a second, let alone a whole month.
Gary's words came back to me regarding Prasang: "If I were you, Jim, I'd never let that boy out of my sight again. I'd pack him up in a suitcase and take him home with me. He's a bloody gem!"
"That's very impressive, Scott," I said, doing my best to swallow down my lust and sound nonchalant. "And you've been following my each and every rule like gospel, haven't you?"
"Oh, yes, master," he assured me, getting back down on the rug, "Every single rule! I've kept up my diet and workout. My hole is greased up and ready for you even now."
"Show me, Scott," I said, "Part your buns and show me your waiting hole."
"Yes, master."
He did as I asked and did a one-eighty on all fours, ass facing me.
He touched his forehead to the carpet, pulled back his hands and parted his big, tight cheeks.
His hole looked fabulous and surprisingly tight, given the sizable objects he'd been putting inside of it lately.
"Slide your finger inside, let me see that you're properly lubed."
His finger slid in effortlessly, as if it belonged there.
"Two fingers, Scott," I said, stroking my shaft through my shorts, "Slide them in deep.Then finger fuck yourself."
He did as I asked, moaning quietly as the two fingers slid in and out of him.
"I have to say I was impressed with the cucumber you took in that video you showed me. Did it hurt, Scott?"
"Yes, master," he moaned through his words. "It felt like someone split me in half with an ax, sir."
"But you're nice and tight again now. I take it you've been doing your pelvic floor muscle exercises?"
These were exercises we had looked up on the internet together and served as a means by which Scott could tighten up his anal muscles after I'd fucked him particularly hard or stretched him with another tool.
"Oh yes, master, every single day." He clenched his hole around his oily fingers to demonstrate, creating a small strand of frothy bubbles. "And my cock has been in its cage for two weeks now, master. I didn't use it on anybody else. It will be released only when you want it to be, master."
With his legs spread open, I could clearly see his well-fastened chastity restraint.
His cock was swelling up to the point where it looked ready to burst out of the faucet-shaped tube that held it prisoner.
Combined with the ring around his balls it was impossible for him to get fully erect.
"Well then, it might be waiting forever," I said. "Since you swallowed that damned key we're probably going to have to break that thing to get it off you, you stupid idiot."
Scott froze and stopped fingering himself. I saw a muscle in his upper arm flinch at my sudden harsh tone.
He swallowed audibly against his collar. "You're right, master, please forgive me."
"Scott," I said, now with an authority in my voice he knew very well, "Face me. Position yourself just like you were in all those videos you sent showing what an obedient slave you are. Hands in fists, back straight, buns in the air."
"Yes, master," he obeyed as quickly as he could. He must have known this was coming and that he was in for it.
"Look at me, boy," I said, once he was in position, "Look straight into the camera. Now answer me this: Have you been a good boy or a bad boy since I've been away?"
Scott's face tightened. He squinted his eyes as if the screen was very bright and he wanted to look away. His breaths increased and he began blushing. He hung his head.
"Look at me, Scott, answer the question!" I boomed.
Scott raised his eyes to me again, fighting desperately to keep his composure. "Bad boy, master."
"What was that? Speak up, I couldn't hear you."
Scott's muscular arms flexed as he pawed at the Persian rug. The edges of his mouth turned downward. "I was a bad boy, master."
"And why were you a bad boy? Explain it to me." My voice was cold.
Scott closed his eyes tight and pressed his lips together, trying hard to fight back his emotions. He couldn't stand it when I was genuinely angry with him.
And yet, he knew what he was doing by disobeying my direct orders and taking things into his own hands.
"I...I disobeyed you master," he said, forcing out the words. "You told me the rules were suspended while you were gone. That I could enjoy myself and do what I wanted and eat what I wanted. You even...you even told me I could sleep with a woman or another man. But...I didn't do that. I (GULP) I stayed here and followed the rules, instead."
"You disobeyed a direct order, didn't you? In fact, I think it was two or three direct orders. And now I'm forced to end my trip a week early."
My face went red as my rage rose. Thanks to Scott, I was missing out on a whole extra week of sadistic fun with Prasang. I had had to pay him off and send him into the arms of other masters.
Scott's chest heaved. His buns shifted behind him awkwardly. "I'm sorry, master, I was just..."
"You were what?"
"I was...scared, master."
I snickered coldly. "Scott, you're in for a very big punishment, you understand?"
"Yes, master," he started to lower his head again, then remembered not to. He kept his handsome face to the camera, but flinched and grimaced as if it were getting extremely hot.
"It's going to start right now, even before I get back. As of this minute, no records for two months."
Scott's mouth fell open in a gasp of disbelief. He looked as if he had just been slugged in the stomach.
"You can still do your auctions and buy new ones," I continued, "But anything new that comes to the apartment I will confiscate until the end of September, got that?"
Scott heaved, his breath pained. "Yes, master."
This was especially harsh on my part. This ardent passion of his was the one thing I never interfered with. The one part of him that was not fully dedicated in mind and body to serving me.
But he was asking for it. Why else would he send me a three hour plus video of himself on all fours like a piece of human furniture if he was not making this complete and utter commitment?
"Pickup the laptop and carry it into the bedroom with you, Scott. I want to see you get the key and lock the cabinet. Go!"
Scott began to obey, but then hesitated, lowering his head again. His entire face was on fire with humiliation. He was trying to form words with his mouth.
"Yes, Scott?" I said curtly, "What's on your mind?"
Scott heaved as if wounded. "Is...is he there now, master? Your...other slave?"
I rolled my eyes. Apparently a big part of his embarrassment stemmed from the fear that Prasang must be nearby, silently observing this whole exchange and gloating.
"No, Scott. He's not with me anymore. You'll be happy to know I handed him off to two other masters. Now go and get the key, please."
Scott, of course, was indeed happy. I could see the relief, even joy washing over his face at this news.
He did as I asked. He carried the laptop into the bedroom so I could watch as he fished the key out of the dresser. "Good, now don't swallow this one, dummy."
I made him lock his record cabinet, then go and put the key in a mixing bowl on the highest shelf in our kitchen.
"If, for any reason, I find out that you got that key and opened that player, Scott, I will be very displeased. Now put the laptop back on my chair and get back down on the rug."
"Yes, master."
Once he was back in position, I felt my anger rise again. I seized hold of the bug zapper at the little table at my side, gripping it firmly for effect.
"Now, Scott, I will be back stateside on Thursday night. Until then, I suggest you start using the sofa. Enjoy sitting down because your ass is going to be on fire for a solid month, you got that?"
"(GULP) Yes, master."
I raised the zapper into the air, almost able to feel Scott's body draped over my lap. Two firm, round bun cakes served up to be mercilessly walloped.
"And if you want to use your hole for anything you'd better do it now, because once we are together again, it's going to be plugged with my cock night and day, understand?"
"Yes...yes, of course, master."
I was speaking his language now. It never failed with Scott. Blushing and fearful as he was, his cock was already swelling again visibly in its restraint.
No matter how I threatened or frightened him, it couldn't change the intense sexual high it always gave him.
"And Scott, one more thing..."
I held the bug zapper parallel to my shoulder, hovering it just above where his ass would be.
Scott braced himself for whatever else I might have in store for him.
"Can you ever forgive me?"
Scott's brow furrowed. I watched him process what I just said. "Wh...what, master?"
"Can you ever forgive me, Scott, for leaving you the way I did? For going all the way to the other side of the world without you?
"I've been training you as my slave nonstop for two and a half years now. And after all that, what do I do? I abandon you, tell you not to worry about any of the things I'd enforced all that time. What were you supposed to think? What were you supposed to do?"
I lowered the bug zapper so it was parallel to the arm of my chair. "None of this was your fault. As the master, I thought I would do the thinking for the both of us. I just assumed you would want this, too, to be away from me. But you didn't, did you, Scott?"
Scott was hanging his head again now so that his brown and silver hair took up most of the screen. His toned chest rose and fell with emotion. "I was...afraid. I thought you might not come back, master."
"I let you down, didn't I?" My voice, which I had trained so well to keep steady, was now shaking.
Scott continued, head still lowered. "Your Thai slave...?"
"Prasang."
"He's...very handsome, master."
"Yes, he is. Incredibly handsome. But Scott...if it's any consolation to you, I followed your rule."
At this, Scott looked up at me, brows knitted. "My rule, master?"
"Yes, Scott. You made a request when I showed you his picture. Remember what you said?"
He thought for a minute. "I said, `Please, don't enter him, master.'"
As a way to further humiliate and infantilize Scott, one of my many rules for him was that he not use curse words. He was forbidden from saying "fuck" or "shit" and received further punishment if he accidentally cried them out during one of our particularly difficult sessions.
The lack of curse words, along with how clean cut I demanded he keep his appearance, made him seem a little bit like my Mormon slave.
"I obeyed, Scott. I didn't enter him, not once during these whole three weeks."
It was true. I had done a hell of a lot of things to Prasang, but that was one thing I never did. I had used my fingers and, of course, the plantain. But not even once had I put my cock inside of him.
This hadn't been easy given how smoldering he was. I had jerked off into his ass a few times simply because I couldn't help myself, but otherwise he had never been anally or orally fucked by me. Something that surely he and Scott both appreciated.
Scott contemplated this, amazed. "You did that...for me, master?"
"Yes, Scott, I did it for my most loyal slave. You and I live together. We sleep in the same bed. You follow every rule I give you to a tee. Why shouldn't you have a say in what I do, too? Why shouldn't you give me some rules to follow? Scott's rules?"
Scott looked down again and wiped his eye. "Master..." he whispered, practically at a loss.
In many ways, Scott was more like me than anyone else I had ever known. Thrilled as I was by dominance and control, he was possibly even more thrilled to be dominated and controlled by me.
Strange as it was, we might have simply been perfect for each other. We were, as Martin would have said, two "peas in a pod."
"I'm not going to punish you, Scott, not for this. Not when it was me who was at fault." I lowered the bug zapper down onto my bare leg. I would have bet you a million dollars I had switched it off.
ZAP! "SHIT!"
The pain sliced through my leg and I hurled the evil thing into the bushes.
"Whoa, everything okay over there?" Mumbled a drunken voice from somewhere alarmingly closeby.
"Great, thanks," I said, desperately rubbing my calf. Damn but that thing stung like a bitch.
"Master, are you okay?" Scott asked from my phone.
"Fine, Scott, just a little karma. Nothing I don't deserve."
Here was a tiny slice of payback for zapping the hell out of Prasang and, of course, the Scandinavian surfer boy on the way back to the hotel.
I wondered which one of his buddies was rubbing calamine lotion on his perfect ass right then and there.
I released my calf and picked up the phone again. "Anyway, Scott, what I wrote to you in my last text is true. I didn't realize how lucky I was to have you. I give you my word that I won't make that mistake again. Okay?"
"Okay, master."
"Still no records, though," I swore I could read his mind and he was about to breach the subject, "You aren't completely off the hook. That punishment will be sufficient for now."
Scott lowered his eyes and looked appropriately ashamed. "Yes, master."
With him, it was hard to know if he was more disappointed in the loss of his record privileges or that he wasn't going to get the apocalyptic spanking I'd been promising.
I could imagine him leaving me evidence of having violated this order if only it meant receiving a small taste of said punishment.
"So, what do you say, slave boy? It's been a while since my cock was inside you, hasn't it?"
Scott suppressed a groan of longing. "Yes, master, a very long while."
While I had never "entered" Prasang, I had fucked Scott's brains out God knew how many times over the years.
I was feeling numb to it when I left on this trip, but now I found myself hungrier for him than ever. Hungry for that hole that was shaped perfectly like my cock and fit it like a glove.
When we first moved in together we had done some pretty intense stuff.
I would keep him locked in his cock and ball restraint for a week, then once released, I would shackle him in the power cage and torment his aching hardon for up to an hour before allowing him to come.
Now, however, I found myself longing to simply be home and have him in my arms, enjoying a more laid back, domestic relationship.
Sometimes, after I had denied him the privilege of coming for five days or more, I would release him and simply spoon against him on the sofa, my hard cock pressed between his hot, punished buns. His big, throbbing erection in my hand, streaming like a candle.
I would flip through TV channels to see how his on-edge member reacted to various stimuli.
"Wow, Scott, I didn't realize you were such a Jennifer Aniston fan. You grew half an inch the minute she came on screen!"
Besides having him eat from his dog dish on the floor, I loved sitting next to him and holding his plate for him. I would stroke his broad back while he gulped up the food with just his mouth.
"My good boy," I would coo to him, "You're going to get so big and strong."
"Sorry, master, I made kind of a mess again," he would say, his mouth dripping with pesto sauce and lemon rice."
But this was something I would never dream of punishing him for. "No, no, Scott. Master loves his messy boy," I would say, kissing away the food on his lips, "He loves him so much."
It was these moments I missed the most. I could barely wait to get back for more.
"Since your hole is already lubed up and ready for entry, why don't you go get the white dildo, Scott? The one you say is the same size and shape as my cock. I think it's been a little too long for both of us."
Now, Scott lit up like a puppy again. "Okay, master, I'll get it now!"
"Oh, Scott," I said with a smile playing at the edges of my lips. "Could you get your baseball cap, too?"
He broke into a huge, boyish grin. "You bet, master."
As Scott ran to the bedroom to get the dildo, I went inside with my phone. Morning was breaking in the east and the dim contours of the tropical courtyard were coming into view.
I undid my belt and let my cargo shorts drop to the floor, then slid into bed. I hissed because my calf was still smarting.
At that very moment, I got a text from Prasang.
"Sweet dreams, master," he wrote, almost as if he could sense the taste I had gotten of my own medicine.
"You too, sweet, brave boy. Is everything okay?"
"Yes, master, we just had a shower and will go to bed soon."
I could just imagine it, gorgeous Prasang sleeping soundly between his two senior Australian daddies. His muscled, tattooed arms wrapped around Gary, head against his white-haired chest, with Martin spooning at his back.
I seriously doubted the two of them would be applying my same rule of abstinence.
"Okay, Prasang, enjoy. And remember to tell me the first minute you need anything."
"Thank you, master, I will."
Just then, Scott came back into view. He now wore the black Yankees cap from his short lived ball playing days (I might have to insist you consider joining again. He made such a hot player).
He waved the floppy dildo in front of the screen. "Okay, master, all ready!"
I smiled, "Alright, my all-American slave, let's see what you can do."
Scott positioned the laptop downward so I could see him on the Persian rug. He pressed his face into his folded arm and lifted his ass high into the air. "That okay, master?" He asked, voice partially muffled.
"A little to the right, please, Scott. There, perfect!" He wiggled his splendid ass closer and it was now fully in sight.
"Okay, Scott, here I come, can you feel me?"
Scott drew up the big, thick dildo between his legs. He pulled open his left cheek, then pushed it into his hole.
"OH," he moaned, "Oh, yes..."
I clasped my big, tall erection in my boxer shorts and began to stroke. We moaned together.
"Do you like being fucked by your master, Scott?"
"Yes...yes, master, it feels so good. Thank you!"
I stroked my cock at the same pace Scott slid the dildo in and out.
"Take me in deep, Scott. Take me in all the way."
Scott pushed the dildo inside all the way until he could only just grip it with the tips of his fingers.
We did this for some time. I stroking myself, Scott probing his magnificent hole.
"Scott," I said through my moans, "I've been thinking about the future, especially the next few months."
I watched his big ass on the screen, watched the white dildo going in and out with long, deep strokes.
There were so many things I had been kicking around in my head.
For instance, it may have been about time he and I got a house together, even if just a rental.
I could only imagine what he and I could get up to with a little more privacy, in a big basement all to ourselves where we wouldn't have to worry about alarming the neighbors.
Or even a well fenced-in backyard with a little wooden dog house where he could eat or sleep with his bare legs buns sticking out of the entryway.
But first things first.
"Since you missed out on this vacation. I think it's time we took one of our own. You and me together. Somewhere far away where nobody knows us. Cancun, maybe? Playa del Carmen?"
Or why not all the way back here to Thailand? I didn't say that out loud, of course. If on the unlikely chance Prasang needed me to come back for him I would. I would be true to my word.
But if that happened, Scott would be with me. I wouldn't go anywhere without him this time.
"Your body is looking so amazing, Scott, better than ever. It would be a shame not to show it off, don't you think?"
Scott hesitated a minute. I could not see his face, but I could sense him starting to blush. "Yes, master."
"You've shown how dedicated you are to being my slave and it would bring me a great deal of pleasure to share you with the world, you'd like that wouldn't you, Scott?"
"Yes, master..."
I could still hear the reluctance in his voice, but that was okay. We had done many things in the last few years that he would never have been willing to do in the beginning. This was surely just a new set of boundaries waiting to be pushed through.
I could see us on a beach in Mexico or Thailand or some other exotic place, me in my Hawaiian shirt and cargo shorts. Scott led on a leash behind me, wearing only the smallest g-string that just barely contained his cock.
Of course, I would allow him to have his say, as well, even if it meant partially hiding his burning face under the Yankees baseball cap. That was part of the new deal.
All the same, as he fucked himself deep with the dildo, I was pleased to see one of the long, gooey trails of pre-cum I so loved drooling down out of his cock cage.
At least some part of him must have liked this idea.
"Get ready, Scott," I said, pumping hard now and bringing myself to climax, "It's time for a whole...new...adventure!"
THE END