With that, he pushed the icy can of beer into my asshole. This morning I had never had anything thicker than a buttplug or a cock in me, and now Master was sliding a can into me with surprisingly little resistance. My ass gripped tightly as the cool metal hit my swollen ring. Master handed me the bowl, and forced me to drink my five loads down. I drank until my mouth was coated in thick cum. Master placed his cock in my mouth and began pissing, forcing me to drink it down. This loosened the thick cum in my mouth and helped wash it down. When he was through, he finally removed the beer from my ass, instructing me to lick it clean before allowing me to open it and drink. I re-lit the joint and sipped on the beer. I finished it in three gulps and was absorbed in the contentment throughout my body and the pleasure in my head, as I drifted off to sleep laying back, bound in my harness.
I awoke a few hours later, my head still woozy from the experience and drugs and my body feeling exhausted. I was instantly aware of the wetness in my asshole and the new people in the room. As my eyes focused, I saw one of the Masters from the party last night standing next to me, talking to Master. I realized the source of the wetness in my hole as I felt the visiting Master's slave apply firm pressure from his tongue into my spent hole. He was working a tongue deep into me, my ass open to a tongue bath deeper than I had ever felt. The slave war swirling his tongue in me, eating out the last of Master's cum. Once her had a mouth full of cum and ass juice, Master instructed him to stop.
"Well, PussyBoy, hope you enjoyed your rest. Now we shall begin the evening's activities. You have cum a long way this weekend, and I wanted to reward you for your dedication in turning yourself over to me as a total PussyBoy. Now we must get you past your last hangup. For some reason, you an take me dumping loads of cum in you and crave ass and cock more than you would have ever thought, but I still see a look of disgust in your face every time a man kisses you. So now we shall work on that. Slave, kiss PussyBoy."
With that, the other slave got up from between my legs and laid himself on the table on top of me, straddling my chest. His cock was hard, squeezed between our bodies. Mine was not yet firm, and Master was watching it intently for signs of arousal. I don't know if it was the eyes watching me or a new appreciation for kissing, but as soon as the slave placed his cum and ass sweat-covered lips on mine and forced his talented tongue past my lips, my cock sprang to attention, squeezed between our bodies. Master noticed my arousal, but also noticed some resistance in my face. So he stopped the slave and had him get off of me.
Master had me unshackled and brought me to the spanking rack. He attached me to the apparatus, and I got ready for another paddling. Master had other ideas, and removed a long leather whip from a hook on the wall. I had never been whipped; I had never even had a belt used on me as a child. I was dreading the pain of the leather cracking against my skin. Master leaned in to kiss me, but saw a moment of fear, which he interpreted as hesitation from kissing. Without a word, he backed up and let loose five hard snaps of the whip across my back. He stopped and leaned in for another kiss. Although I did not pull away, he still stepped back and gave me another five lashes. He then rubbed the cool leather around my body, circling my cock and balls and running it up my sore ass crack. He then gave me another five lashes. He stopped and came up to me and, fearful of more whipping, I closed my eyes and opened my mouth for his kiss. I waited, but I sensed Master moving away, and soon felt the snap of another round with the whip.
"SO PussyBoy, trying to deny your pleasure by closing your eyes? You know you want to enjoy kissing; the pressure in your cock earlier confirmed my suspicions. So why do you want to hide from it. If you truly are my PussyBoy, you will look at Master as you kiss him."
He gave another five lashes to send the point home, me now on the verge of breaking down and crying from the intense pain in my back. Master placed his lips over mine, and I welcomed the break from my punishment. I stared at Master as our tongues rolled around each other's mouth. Despite the pain in my back, my cock was revealing the pleasure my body felt and Master certainly didn't miss this, reaching down to gently stroke my cock as mouths locked together. After several minutes, Master finally released me from the rack and brought me back to the table, where my legs were reattached to the hoist. Master instructed the slave to get back on the table, but now in a 69 position. I was hoping to be able to give some cock pleasure, but Master clearly had other ideas.
"PussyBoy, time to practice kissing. The two of you will make out with the other's hole. Now get to it."
With that, the slave's tongue dove back into my still-loose asshole. He kneeled above my chest, giving me full access to his hole, which was currently plugged. I removed the plug and licked it clean before continuing with my orders. He must have been fucked a few times today, because I could taste his Master's cum all over the plug and in his hole. I dove my tongue deeply, and found his hole to be supple and compliant, opening as my tongue pushed in and around. This was nothing to what was going on in my own hole. The slave was clearly experienced at rimming a hole, working his tongue over the sensitive skin inside my hole. After the fisting from Master earlier today, I was still very open and the slave was able to reach his tongue into depths I had never felt before. He was spreading my pussy lips with his fingers to reach ever deeper. He then created a sensation I had never felt before: He began pulling at my pussy lips and began nibbling on the ring. This attention was driving me absolutely wild. Master instructed the visiting Master to place a condom on and fuck me as his slave ate around my hole. He did so, and my ass took his thick cock without any resistance. I was going insane, but did my best to focus on the hole in front of my tongue. I french kissed it deeply, focusing on driving my tongue to new depths. My ass was being roughly plowed as the slave savored the mixture of ass and cock. I felt the pressure increase as the master drove deeper into my hole, and felt him bury it in me as he spasmed. Master yelled "Cum, PussyBoy" and my cock immediately exploded across the slave's belly. The slave got up and his master handed him the full condom. The slave sucked all of the cum out and then presented his belly for me to lick my cum off. He then began kissing me deeply sharing my cum and his master's between our mouths. I was absorbed in kissing him, and looked up to see the pleasure in Master's face as I kissed a man without hesitation.
Master then dismissed the other slave and master, sending them down to the apartment, to await us in the living room. Master turned his attention back to me. He removed all of my bonds and I felt a freedom I hadn't felt in days. I also felt total contentment with my position as Master's PussyBoy. Master began a physical examination, looking my body over, poking at the excess flesh around my belly and legs. He also took time to rub around my cock and give my balls a thorough massage. He also ran a hand around my ass and probed two fingers in me, massaging my prostate.
"PussyBoy, you have pleased me this weekend. You have proven yourself a worthy and truly submissive slave. You have earned your name 'PussyBoy.' Now I want you to work on this weight issue. You know you could serve me better if you were in better shape. You'd be more flexible, you'd be more attractive, and, when you got out of line, the spankings would sting just a little bit more. And I know you want to do this, so you will follow the new eating and exercise regimen I have created for you. Now come here, PussyBoy."
Master walked downstairs and had me follow behind. He went straight for his lounge chair, and sat down. I expected a spanking, but he ordered me on my knees before him. "Worship my cock, PussyBoy." I did not need to be told twice, and immediately settled in to give Master a proper blowjob, with complete attention to his cock and balls. I rolled his balls on my tongue and swallowed his cock deeply. I worked the head in wet circles, sucking and slurping. Master was enjoying it and began pushing me harder and harder down onto his cock. He finally lifted his hips as he pushed my head down, and unleashed a hard splash of cum deep into my throat. When I was finished and had licked Master clean, he had me lay across his lap. He gave me 25 loving spanks, rubbing my cheeks between each one and rubbing his hand on my balls between my legs, his strong forearm pressing firmly into my crotch.
When he was finished, Master directed me to the clothes in a pile in the kitchen. Master had the maid's outfit prepared for me. It actually wasn't much of an outfit, just a frilly apron and a pair of thong panties. I did welcome the pleasure of the material around my balls and in my ass crack, and for the fact that the welts on my back were left uncovered. I was then instructed to prepare dinner for our friends. I began cooking as the other slave gave more oral attention to his Master and mine. I set the table (for 2; Master had a second dog bowl for the other slave.) I opened wine and poured it for the Masters. When dinner was cooked, each slave was instructed to kneel by his master's seat. They enjoyed a relaxed dinner before placing scraps for the slaves in our bowls.
When I had finished eating, Master handed me a large dildo and instructed me to lay back on the table and show our guests my new skills. I plunged the slightly lubricated cock deep into my hole, easily taking its girth. As I did this, Master washed his hand and then began applying a thick load of Crisco from the kitchen cabinet. Master handed a hash joint to our guests and gave me one for myself. I knew what this meant, but took deep puffs to relax my body and prepare for the imminent invasion. He covered his hand and forearm in Crisco. He had me remove the dildo and suck on it as he began probing fingers into my hole. He inserted them all, then began pushing his hand harder until my ass began to give way and accept all five fingers. Master offered me poppers as his hand plunged in, which relaxed my hole and permitted his invasion. He quickly pulled his hand into a fist, and again began pulling his fist, stretching my ring wider and further from my body, literally stretching my skin as he pulled. He was stroking my cock the whole time, and I reached an orgasm quickly, though after six orgasms today, I came barely a dribble. He kept stroking my raw cock and brought me to another, painful, dry orgasm. He finally removed his hand, allowing my hole to spasm closed but still feeling stretched and looser than it had been.
When we were finished, Master's guests were ready to leave, and welcomed them to go to the bathroom before hitting the road. Master had me lay in the tub, and each man took turns pissing on me. First the slave went, peeing on my chest. He then held his master's cock and aimed his piss at my face. Master inserted his cock into my still-loose asshole, and emptied his bladder deep in me. He then rolled me over and I released my own piss across my face. Master made me lay until it was all dried on me, so as not to make a mess. When it was dry, Master had me put the apron back on and return to the kitchen to clean up.
When everything was clean, Master allowed me to remove the apron and panties. He brought me to the bathroom and had me perform another enema. He then allowed me to shower with him, washing his body first and then my own. When we were finished and I had toweled us off, Master had me follow him to his bedroom doorway.
"PussyBoy, you have served me well. You have pleased me as long as I've known you, but you've developed particularly quickly over the past two weeks when you got over your fantasy life and welcomed your role as a real PussyBoy. You have realized that much of your happiness derives from your role as submissive servant, being controlled by a skilled and dominant Master. But I think you have also realized that there are more sensitive moments and that you enjoy the feelings of closeness with me. Tonight, I will reward you for your dedication. I will remove your collar and allow you to share my bed with me."
Master unlocked my collar, and walked to the bed, welcoming me to join him. I walked into the bedroom, still unsure of my role. I lay in the bed next to him, and he began caressing me with a gentleness I had never felt from a man before. He leaned over and began kissing me, and I welcomed his tongue into my mouth without hesitation. I sucked on his tongue as our bodies met in a passionate embrace. I was still confused by this sensitivity from the man who had been forcing his fist into my asshole an hour ago, but I didn't worry about it and was absorbed in the absolute pleasure of the moment. Our cocks were hard and pressed together between our bodies. After almost half an hour of making out, Master finally rolled me over and spooned me. I reached back and gripped his cock, and placed it at my welcoming hole. He grabbed my cock and began stroking me as he slowly rubbed his cock in my pussy. He fucked me gently for a long time. He began stroking harder and giving me harder strokes as his pleasure increased. Master tensed up, and splashed his hot cum into my belly. This set me off, and my formerly dry cock was once again spurting in orgasmic pleasure. I was ready to eat it, but Master simply rubbed it into my belly to dry. He allowed his cock to pull out with a sloppy pop, but he left his cum where it was. He placed his cock between my cheeks and we drifted off to sleep, his arms wrapped around me, and his cum slowly dribbling out of my hole and onto his wet, sticky cock, me laying in a wet spot of cum and sweat.
When I woke up in the morning, I was back where I had been when I had fallen asleep: in Master's arms, with his firm cock poking at my hole. He began kissing me as he shoved his cock into my swollen hole. He emptied his morning cum into me, and allowed me to cum in his hand. He rubbed this into my belly and had me walk to the doorway. He placed the collar back on my neck, reminding me that I was still his PussyBoy and had two more hours of service in his presence before we left for the train. I was ready to return home, but was already thinking ahead to the pleasures I would experience the next time I returned. I was hoping for some more sex, but Master had the basics to get done first, and had me return to the bathroom for piss and enemas. I got into the tub and awaited his hot morning stream, and was once again in bliss.
To Be Continued....
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