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Chapter 65. Two studs and lots of laundry.
I felt like I was riding on a cloud but then I was stretched out on a rack and there were little pricks of pain up and down my chest and my balls. And I couldn't move although I kept trying. Then I was remembering things that Michael said to me yesterday about taking things more seriously. Well, I'm not exactly sure that is what He said, but it seems that's what I got from it. How much more serious could it get? I'm aching all over and totally helpless. I have to depend on my Master deciding it was time to let me loose. And then what? I don't know. I'm only a slave. Not supposed to think cause it takes me out of the space and I need to be down there at Master's feet. I hear Him approach. I can smell that He just got out of the shower. So nice.
"Good morning, alex."
"Good morning, Master."
"I'm going to let you loose but don't move around much at first." I feel my wrist and ankle then other ankle and wrist as He walks around the bed and unclips me. I can't move around. I can hardly move at all. I feel Him begin to massage my right arm and that feels pretty good, and then the left arm, and I try to touch my hands to my nipples. . . . . . . Yes . . . . . . better . . . . He is massaging my groin, my poor sore sac, massaging it all, spreading the pain around me like baby powder, and I find myself trying to close my legs. "Don't fucking close your legs, slave. I'll get the strap!" I freeze. I do my best to push them farther open and He says "good slave." Then He does something even more surprising: He throws off His robe, gets up on the bed with me and begins kissing me and forcing His way into my mouth. He quickly backs off.
"Your breath smells like piss, slave. I'll help you up. Get your ass inside and brush and use mouthwash a couple of times, then get back here. You don't have to crawl. Just do it and get back."
I rush to do what He ordered. I wanted that kiss so badly. I know what "twice" means. Brush and gargle. Then Brush and gargle again. No cutting corners. I return and, hesitatingly, start to be back on the bed where I had been before. "come on, pup," He says. "Come lick my face." I fold into Him and start to actually lick until He catches my tongue with His mouth and that's the end of the licking. Now He's kissing the wet way He enjoys so much and I will soon be drinking from Him again like the pig slave that I am. He is everything. I know that. For me, He's always been everything. Everything I've ever dreamed of. And I become aware that He is making love to me now. That, as His slave, I am His everything too. Suits me just fine. I'd never stop being His slave.
"Go and make our coffee and bring it in here for us. But stick the tip of My cock in your mouth on your way out of here." Immediately I think of that moment a little over ten years ago. I obey His command and then head for the kitchen to get the coffee going. I'm still a little sort in a few places, especially between my legs. But that whole area belongs to Him, now. I'm just the bearer of the pain, as He keeps telling me. I enjoy the smell of the fresh coffee as I fix our cups and then carefully carry them back to Him as He is sitting on the bed, still naked. I hand Him His cup and He reaches out to take mine as well and then looks down at the floor. Obediently, I kneel and then He hands me back the coffee, and we drink. He tells me about the two guys I have to go serve today---no, that's not a good way to think. He tells me about the two guys who will be making use of me today. Better. Two years out of college, roommates since college, both working in different insurance companies. Like living together. Both tops, so They frequently share "boys" they bring home. Terrible housekeepers and the laundry's piled up everywhere. Good thing they have their own washer/dryer. One is a colleague's nephew; that's how Billy got to know about them. He told his coworker about using me the way He's thinking, and the guy had His Nephew call less than an hour later. I don't know what they spoke about but I'm sure the two guys know all about me, about what I am, and they obviously like what He told Them because I'll be ringing their bell at 1 pm today.
Master sends me to shower and stay wet. uh-oh. kinky mood alarm. I take my time letting the water caress my body and the soap feels so good. I rinse and step out, dripping wet, and make my way to the kitchen. Master had laid a towel on the floor in the middle of the kitchen. He points to it. I get down on it, groveling and dripping into the towel from all over. He's finishing up making His breakfast and says nothing. He puts His dish on the table. Then He takes a bowl and puts it on the floor next to my head. "Eat it right there." He commands and I lap and suck at its contents---the usual stuff He gives me—and surrender to it. No resentment this time. Surrender. You're His slave. One of the things I really hate about eating this way is that afterwards my face is usually a mess—especially at breakfast---and then Master always wipes my face with His hand and then makes me eat what's in His hand. Surrender And I do. And lick His hand clean. It is His hand I'm licking. I'm His slave. He owns me.
After I clean the kitchen, I go to Him as He is making business calls still in just His robe, and He takes my head and buries it in His crotch and I spend the next quarter hour finding ways to give it pleasure. Then He slides a little bit off the chair and says, "Suck!" and I do the one thing I never dreamed I would really ever get to do, and I take it deeply into my mouth and throat and take delight in sniffing the scent of His bathsoap in His pubic hair. "Stay there, boy, just like that." I respond like the adoring slaveboy I am, and work harder to breathe, knowing He is aware of this and it is pleasing Him to see me that surrendered to His cock. Just as I am about to gag my head off, He backs out more and then toys with my mouth making short quick strokes and I tighten my lips to make it more pleasurable for Him, and it works. He breathes heavily and yells my name and pumps Himself into my waiting mouth and I swallow Him two, almost three times.
Will He piss now? I continue to surrender my mouth and throat and can't really figure out whether I look forward to this or dread it . . . . weird . . . He doesn't, but pulls out and orders me to clean Him and put Him away. Disappointed and relieved all at the same time. What is happening to me?
After this, He allows me to sit in the corner and relax until He says it's time to bring me to the boys I'm going to serve. After not too long, He makes another phone call. "Trent? It's Billy. . . . Oh really . . . . . that's funny because I was just calling to let you know you can have the boy earlier if you wish. . . . sure . . . . about 15 minutes. You sure? That would be great. Save me an extra trip. So I believe I have the address here . . . . 172 #4? great. about 15. bye.
"alex, go put on gym shorts and a t shirt. flips." I get dressed, feeling a little anxious as He leads me down to the car, leaving me wearing the slave collar, and I think about what the effect will be on them when they see me as a collared slave. Don't anticipate!
It doesn't take long to get here. "Now I know where they live," He says to me. "Should I be worried?" I venture to ask. "Of course you should be worried. You should be worried that you won't be good enough to please Them thy way They deserve to be pleased. They'll be harmless. Tough, perhaps, but harmless." He pulls up in front of their door. "Get in there and I don't want any complaints."
"Yes, Master," and trembling, eyes lowered, I slowly walk up to the door and give three faint raps to the door. I quickly opens, and I find myself standing face to face with a Greek god!!!! He smiles a bright smile at me. "Come in, boy, and get those clothes off." I hurriedly strip and a second guy comes over, very Italian, dark coloring, hair and eyes, glowingly dark. Both looking hot, a little big shy. They both sit on the couch, not too far from each other. I stand and they watch me. "Um, kneel." says the Greek. I kneel. He speaks, "So look, dude, we've never done anything like this before, I mean, like making use of someone completely submissive and obedient, someone, . . The Italian cuts him off: "a slave. That is what you are, correct?"
"Yes, Sir."
"that is fine. You can call me Sir and you will call Him Master. Got it?"
"Yes, Sir. Got it."
The G looks at the I, a little shocked. "Shit, Louie, I didn't know you did this stuff."
"What's no to dig?" He points to me. "he's a fucking slave. will do anything and everything want without questioning or objecting. And if he doesn't behave himself and do what he's told, we whack the shit out of him." He turns to me. "Am I right or am I right?"
"You're right, Sir."
G speaks up: "Well then, get all this laundry picked up and start getting it done for us. That's the biggest job to start with, um, boy."
"Yes, Master." And I go about my work, trying my hardest not to laugh.
It really doesn't take me too long to get all the laundry collected. Just two bedrooms, the bathroom and a couple of things in the living room/dining room. Lots of towels.
I hear G ask I "Why are you taking off your boots and socks?"
"you'll see," is the answer He gets.
I get all the stuff together, start separating it and put in the first load. There will probably be 5. As soon as I close the door of the machine and get it going, I hear "I" call out: get your ass in here, slave, and kneel before me."
I hurry to Him and do as He said. "Okay, this is the deal, slave. My feet need a good solid cleaning. Got the picture?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Then have at it." I lower my head to the ground and begin by licking each of His toes. G is exploding with surprise and mirth. "That's all it takes?"
"Yup. So get those toeseys out. You're next, dude."
"Damn. I figured I'd get a blow job, but never this!"
"Any fucking thing you want, buddy. Be inventive. Okay, slave, you did pretty good. Go take care of Master's feet. Get them good and wet then suck off your spit."
I move over and bow to take in G's toes and I notice the blond hairs on each of them A total turn-on. He gets more active, starts moving his feet around, rubbing one in my face, forcing the other one down my throat.
"I" speaks up. "Go switch the laundry, slave. then get back here. I'll have something else for you to lick."
I do what I'm told, wondering what He'll have in mind next. This guy is not new at this, that's for sure! I get one load in the dryer and a new one in the washer and turn back to Him to see Him with His shirt off. I got Him and He raises his arm. "Armpits, boy. Suck the smell out of them like the pig you are." AS I go at it, I notice that G is getting naked. Nice. As for the armpit, it hardly smells at all. He moves me over to the other one. These guys don't seem to have any patience with drawn out service. When I get done with "I" G calls me over. "Yes, Master? What is Your wish?"
"Between my legs, pig. Haven't showered today. Clean me up in there, boy. Do a good job or I'll go get my belt."
"I" laughs. That's more the spirit, roomy!" Man, it really stinks in there. I sure as fuck hope . . . wait! ThinkI Forget what I was going to say. Whatever He wants, He gets. No matter what.
And so this all continues through 5 loads of laundry and the time it takes me to fold it all, figure out who's underwear is who's and get it all put away, it's already dark outside. By now They're both naked, both have had just about every part of Their bodies sucked and licked except for Their cocks, and I have say that both of Them looked very enticing to a faggot like me.
The Italian speaks up. "Question for you, slave. I'm gonna give you a choice. You're sucking both of us off. My question is, do you want to suck the biggest first or second?" I look at both of them and, of course, have no idea how big they get when hard. Hmmm.
"The biggest one second, Sir." Right away, G says, "get over here slave and get my dick in your faggot mouth and start licking it and playing with it with your tongue." I crawl to Him and begin tasting his rather pissy cock, but it's such a good size and it's hot for me to feel it growing in my mouth. This guy has nothing to feel embarrassed about. A right good cock, a little over 6 inches. I can tell because I gag when I try to take the whole thing down my throat. "that's right, faggot, let's hear you gag on that hot cock," says "I" and I wonder how much bigger He is than G. I keep going down, and keep gagging, not too much, but I know that all Doms like to hear a cocksucker gag and choke on them. I go all the way down on it and try to hold myself there for 10, 15 seconds, but then choke and have to take it out of my mouth. G slaps me on the face. "Don't fucking let My cock out of your cocksucking mouth, bitch. Eat My cock. Choke on it, faggot. it's your favorite meal. Suck me good, slave. Do that trick again with you all the way down. I'll hold your head."
I go down and He does hold me and it's hard to breathe. I choke and try to back off, but He keeps forcing me down on it and I think I might vomit, but finally He lets me up and I get most of it out of my mouth but then keep sucking it and wrapping my hand around the base and do double duty this way, which means I won't choke any more. I get away with it. He moans and I can feel Him get ready to cum, and sure enough, with a loud shout, He shoots down my throat, lots and lots and lots and now I almost choke trying to get it all down in one gulp. He laughs at me, "My fucking load was too big for this faggot to swallow all at once. I should have warned you, bitch, I haven't cum in four days." You like that, cocksucker, you like the feel of My huge load in your cocksucking mouth>?"
"Yes, Master. Thank You for giving it to this slave, Master."
"You're welcome, faggot. Now go blow my roommate and I expect to hear you choke big time. He's about ½ inch longer than me."
I go to the Italian cock which is so fucking beautiful and is already hard as a rock by now and He's been jerking it. Shouldn't take long. I move over to Him and keep my mouth open like a good slave and He knows just what to do as He grabs the back of my head and shoves His awesome Italian sausage into my mouth and almost all the way down, and right away, I choke. He withdraws. "Listen, slave, it was hot hearing you choke on cock, but I just want to get off now, and fast. Put your hand around it and jerk it into your mouth. I'm just about ready to blow. Not a huge load, I jerked off this morning just thinking about you coming here. Come on, fag. Show Me what you can do in a hurry to a hot cock ready to blow its top!" He was right. Just about ten strokes with my mouth while working my hand, and he groans loudly and shoots into my mouth. He tastes really bitter and it isn't all that small a load. I swallow it down quickly, then lick His cock clean. He takes it out and I bow to the ground and I say, "Thank you, Sir, for allowing me to taste Your cock and Your load."
"Good boy," He answers.
And so, I was made to taste just about every inch of each stud's body and drink down two loads of cum, and I must say that the Greek God got feistier and feistier as the day progressed and even got into slapping me around a little. it started getting scary then, but it was just about time to leave. "I" had already gotten dressed while I was still sucking G's nipples. "Okay, that's it, boy. Time to get you home to your Master. We'll put in a good report on you." And G yells out, "Have your Master get in touch with me. I want to book a private session in two weeks while "I"'s away for a few days. I want to know how far I can go with you, slave."
"Yes, Master," slave will do that."
"well come on, follow me, slave," "I" says, and we're off. while driving me home He makes me play with his crotch with my hand. "Hey,' He says, " have you ever been to a place called Shackles?"
"Oh yes, Sir," I answer. "Master and this slave are members there. this slave used to go frequently when it was unowned, but now less often. It's a great place."
"How does one get to join?" He asks.
"Sir, this slave will have its Master get in touch with You to give You information and get You and application if You'd wish, Sir."
"That will be great. Do it."
`yes, Sir," I say as He drops me off.
I'm drooping as I walk to the door. It was a hard day! Sexy as hell, but hard. Especially with this slave being caged. Damn. Sure wish I could Jerk off thinking about that happened this afternoon and the ways those guys tasted, and how G started actually spanking me.
I go to open the front door and it's locked. I have to trudge around the back and, fortunately, the door is unlocked. No sooner do I enter the house when Master whistles for me. I toss off my clothes and rush upstairs to Him and He points to His bare feet without saying a single word. It is a privilege to worship my Master's feet, no matter how tired I am and no matter how much skin I've been sucking all day. A true privilege. And I lose myself in the familiarity of what it's like to suck my Master's toes, and, indeed, I am home. Especially when I hear Him say to me, "I missed you today, sweetheart. Don't want you out this late anymore. I want you with Me at night. Every night." OMG What will tomorrow bring? And then I realize: I forgot! Tomorrow is my wedding day!
END OF CHAPTER 65. Next: Getting married.