Three Guys in Berlin - 5
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They went to have breakfast in a fancy café. Since his stuff was still at the hotel Jay had borrowed another outfit from Chris. Jay now wore that signature bomber jacket that Chris had worn with so much pride in recent months. He wore it with a T and grey jogging pants that had "SoL" written on it.
"You know what that stands for?", Luke had asked him.
"It's Spanish for sun", Chris had said.
"In Berlin, this stands for `Slave of Luke'", Luke said.
"When I wear it, it stands for `Superior of Luke'". Chris smirked.
They both laughed.
"No underwear in those pants, Jay", Luke said.
"OK!", Jay said. He found the thought of going out with no pants pretty sexy. His cock was dangling in those jogging pants.
Chris wore another of his slave uniforms. He had a red windbreaker with SoL printed everywhere and matching pants. His slave collar was well visible. No one seemed to care. This was Berlin, after all. Jay still felt a certain unease. The transformation of Chris was complete. He wondered how Chris was even able to work his job with his mindset. But he was determined not to worry. He did not want to ruin everything again.
Actually, Chris was not as convinced of his new role as it seemed. Yes, he had a slave nature. But the more he got into it, the more demanding his Master became, the more he sensed that there was no decent way to stop this or to return to a normal life, he asked himself whether this was what he really wanted. He loved the presence of Jay. He felt much more secure. Through Jay's beautiful eyes this looked more like a game. After the fight with Luke, Jay now made it all look like a playful bet. Little did Jay know about how much control Luke had gained over Chris' life -- no communication, no money, no free time without permission. Contacts to close friends and family had been cut off using cunning excuses. Everyday, he wore a slave uniform now, if a bit more subtle. When he did obey instantly, Luke showed his sadistic nature.
Today, Luke looked like the star he was, outshining his lackey and the friend who had so much to chew on this weekend. Luke asked Chris to pose on the streets. He took a couple of photos.
"Now show me your dick!"
Chris took out his dick on the middle of the street.
"Now your ass!"
Chris complied again.
Jay was so stunned. Luke fumbled with the photos.
"What do you do with those photos?"
"Just showing them to a friend", Luke said casually.
Jay was simply stunned. But Chris seemed willing to obey, and after the experiences of the fight, Jay did not intervene. And, also, it was really sexy to see Chris showing off his perfect bubble ass on the streets of Berlin in the middle of a Sunday!
After they had settled in the café and had had their first coffees, Luke told them of his plan:
"Guys, we need to celebrate our friendship! And we need to make sure that we understand each other really well! We have to let go! We are still so caught up in our everyday lives and our social constraints, we have to get out of that. I want you to free your mind!"
Jay eyed him with some irony.
"You got that from some yoga retreat, you guru?"
"I mean it. Jay, maybe it is difficult for you to understand, but the experience that I had with Chris over the past weeks was so deep, so different, so fulfilling, that I know that there is more in life. And I want to share that with you. Last night, I understood that you are the best that ever happened to Chris, and therefore, I want you to benefit from this, too. And I will certainly benefit from this as well. As does the slave."
Jay looked into Luke's icy blue eyes. Luke didn't blink once. He looked at him piercingly. Jay felt the cock harden in his pants. What if that wasn't bla-bla nonsense? What if you really have to get involved in it once, to experience it? What if there is a deeper layer somewhere in life? He felt that he really had a crush on Luke in this moment. That man had turned his old best friend Chris completely into someone new, trained him to be his personal slave. And Chris, formerly a self-confident, good-humoured, communicative and stylish young man was now a shy, attentive serf in a ridiculous slave uniform. And he even looked happy in this role. This was intriguing.
"What do you think of?", Jay asked.
"We go on holidays for a week! Gran Canaria! La isla de mi vida!"
Luke painted the picture of a glorious time at the most beautiful beaches on earth with seducing dunes and partying in scenic places. Life was so easy there and so rewarding.
"I have a friend who owns a villa there, we can use it anytime", Luke said.
"Wow", said Jay, "that sounds really great."
"I want to go there with you for one week. And we will see what life means for us after that."
Jay and Chris nodded, yes, this was what they wanted to experience with Luke.
"Deal! When do we go for it?", Jay asked.
"Today", replied Luke.
"What?!"
"After breakfast, we pack our stuff and go to the airport. There is a flight at 6 pm tonight. We will make that one."
Jay laughed in disbelief, but he saw that Luke meant it.
"Luke, Chris and me, we have jobs to do. And also, I'm not sure I can finance a last minute flight to Gran Canaria just like that!"
"Don't worry about the money. Chrisslave will pay for the trip. And call in sick for the job or a take a week off, whatever is more suitable."
"Luke, maybe you don't know because you have nothing to do but chill all day, but if I call in sick, I must submit a medical certificate after three days at the latest. And I don't think that's going to be well received coming from a doctor in Maspalomas that I bribed to do it!"
"I notice you are okay with Chrisslave paying then, that is good." Jay looked a little embarrassed. "Regarding that fucking doctor we can settle it here beforehand."
Luke took his phone, spoke with someone, and asked Jay for some personal data. After the call, Luke ordered Chris to pick up the certificates.
"After that you pick up Jay's stuff at the hotel. Jay, give him your hotel card. I want you back at our place in 75 minutes sharp. I want all bags packed by 3:30. Jay and I attend to some other stuff in the meantime." Then he gave them a broad smile. "So, it is settled then. Boys, we are going to Spain!!!" They high-fived and they all became very excited. "Now run, slave!"
"Thank you, Master!", Chris said. He flew away in his red windbreaker, the perfect SoL he had become.
"What are we up to till then? Should we not pack the stuff?"
"You are not used to having a servant, are you? What kind of Alpha boy are you, then?" Jay laughed.
Luke and Jay left the café shortly afterwards. Luke called an Uber and Jay was surprised that they went to his hotel. Jay smiled. He had never shown up there after checking in, but his stuff was still there.
"You ordered Chris to pick up my stuff", said Jay.
"We are not here to pick up your stuff", said Luke.
They asked at reception for another card to Jay's room, Jay proved his identity, and they got it. As soon as they had closed the door of the nice room, Luke started kissing Jay. The blinds were down. The hotel room was dimly lit. The two went wild. Jay let out a shuddering breath as Luke's lips met his, their tongues tangling hungrily. Soon, the room was filled with the intoxicating scent of their sweat. Jay's hands were tangled in Luke's blond hair. Luke held Jay firmly, his strong hands gripping Jay's ass cheeks possessively.
When they finally broke apart for air, Luke looked at Jay, his eyes burning with desire.
"I want you, Jay," he growled. "I want to feel you beneath me, I want to cum into your ass." He reached down and pulled the jogging pants down, freeing Jay's cock, already hard and throbbing. Luke dragged Jay to the bed.
"Luke," Jay whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "I want you, too. But I need you to understand." Luke stopped in his tracks, his eyes blazing into Jay's.
"Understand what?" he asked, his voice tight. "That you don't want this? That you don't want me?"
"No, that's not it," he said, his voice gentle. "It's just that I need to be in control. I'm a top, Luke. I'm not like Chris." Luke saw Jay's beautiful eyes that were filled with desire, love, and anxiety.
Luke exhaled sharply, his chest heaving. His hand reached out to touch Jay's cheek.
"I understand," he said finally. "You want to be on top, Jay? Then show me. Prove it. Take control."
Jay's hands roamed over Luke's muscular frame, feeling the heat radiating off his skin. He slipped one hand between them, teasing at the waistband of Luke's boxers, tugging gently until they came off. Luke's erection sprang free, thick and impossibly long, and Jay couldn't help but marvel at its size.
He leaned forward, he simply had to touch this one again. He took Luke's cock into his mouth, sucking gently. Luke cried out, his hips bucking involuntarily. Jay bobbed his head, expertly using his tongue to tease the sensitive underside of Luke's shaft as he took more of him into his mouth. He felt Luke's hands fist in the sheets, his body tense.
"Fuck," Luke gasped, "that feels so good."
Jay let go of Luke's hard XL cock. He spit on his own cock and prepared to push it into Luke's ass that he tried to lube with his spit. Luke suddenly changed his tone.
"What do you think, you bottom whore? You can fuck the Master?"
"I will take control of your ass, Luke, and yes, I will give you a good fucking and plant my seed into your hole!" He started to press his cock towards Luke's ass.
But Luke hit Jay hard in his face. Jay tumbled back into the sheets.
"If you want to make me your fuck hole you have to be a lot sharper, Jay!"
Luke now used all his force. He pressed Jay who was completely taken by surprise into the sheets and cut off his air. He was now sitting on Jay. Jay tried to breathe and struggle free, but the tall blond man was holding him tight. Luke spit on his face.
"This is control, you understand that, you wannabe-master?" Jay's eyes bulged, he was really short of breath, but he still noticed that his cock was hard as steel. "You cunt. Now you will obey me like a good puppy, stick your ass in the air and I will fuck you raw. Will you?"
Jay had no air. He nodded. He was in awe of the brute force that Luke exerted.
"Say it loud!" Luke let him breathe.
"I will obey you, you sick monster", Jay said.
Luke hit him hard again in his face and pierced his right nipple with his hand.
"Try again!"
"Sorry, sorry", Jay cried. "I will obey you, Master!"
"Better, slaveboy, now do as I told you."
Jay positioned himself on all fours and stuck his ass up in the air for Luke to take it. Luke gazed down at Jay, his muscles bunching and flexing as he thrust deeper inside the younger man's ass. They started fucking raw. Luke saw how handsome Jay looked, a really fresh and sporty man. Jay pushed his hips forward, meeting Luke's thrusts with equal force. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, and Jay could feel his own climax building, threatening to explode from deep within him.
His ass clenched uncontrollably around Luke's thrusting cock, milking him, urging him closer to the brink. Luke growled, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt Jay's muscles trembling beneath him. His pace quickened, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He knew he was close, so close to losing control and spilling his seed deep inside Jay's ass.
As he neared his release, Luke began to softly whisper words of desire into Jay's ear, his thrusts growing steadier and deeper. "I love you, Jay. You're perfect. You feel so good, so right. I never want this to end." Jay moaned, his body responding to the intimate words and the incredible sensations. His head was blank. He did not know what to make out of all this. Was he now a slave of Luke? The new lover? He decided to forget and just let the body take control.
Their bodies moved in perfect synchrony, Luke's powerful thrusts meeting Jay's eager thrusts, their skin slapping together in time with the pounding of their hearts. Jay could feel Luke's cock throbbing inside him, and with one final, powerful thrust, he felt the hot rush of Luke's cum filling him up. His own orgasm followed in quick succession, waves of pleasure washing over him as he cried out and convulsed beneath Luke's weight.
As they both came down from their climax, they became dimly aware of a new presence in the room. Luke's slave Chris had entered silently, his eyes wide with shock and arousal as he took in the scene before him. The slave stood frozen for a moment, his own erection straining against his trousers, before finally mustering the courage to speak.
"Master Luke," he whispered, his voice trembling, "I... I didn't mean to interrupt."
Luke's chest heaved as he fought to catch his breath, his gaze still locked on Jay's.
"It's alright, slave," he managed to say between gasps. The timing was perfect, exactly as planned. "You see... this is what Jay needs. This is what we both need." Chris nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving the sight of Jay's sweaty, flushed body stretched out on the bed. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy, but at the same time, he admired Luke all the more for his dominance and control. He now had Jay under his command?
Jay, meanwhile, was just beginning to regain his senses. His muscles ached from the intense pounding they had just endured, but there was a delicious fullness in his ass that he hadn't felt in months.
"Jay makes for a fantastic bottom. You can be proud to have such a talented best friend!", Luke said to Chris. Jay wanted to protest, but he was too exhausted.
Chris was out of his mind. As much as he admired Luke and as much as he had already accepted his role, deep within him there was still a need for... some kind of being a normal self-confident guy. Now, his last ally had also submitted to Luke? His old alpha friend Jay could also be reduced to a willing servant by this man? It seemed to Chris as if he had just lost his last exit option. It dawned on him that there was no way out. Luke was right. His only purpose was to be there for him. He had to embrace his submissive nature and live only to make the blonde god happy.
"Eat out his ass!", commanded Luke. "So you can have some of my delicious juice."
"Thank you Master."
"Clean him up well, and hurry up, you need to pack our stuff!" Luke himself leaned back, content. He was eager to see how far he could go on Gran Canaria with this slave and his old best friend.
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