"Thank you Sir for controlling my thoughts and cum. Sir, May I please cum?"
"PussyBoy, you have earned it. You may now cum."
The words were barely out of his mouth, when I began shooting, filling my panties with my sticky mess. When I had finally cum, Master waived the guys off and the filed out of the room. I heard them getting dressed and leaving out of the other room. Master stayed with me. He took the panties off of me, and untied me. He took the panties, turned them inside out, and had me place the wet spot in my mouth. He then pushed my thumb into my mouth, until I was sucking my thumb through the cum soaked panties. He left me to lock the apartment, then returned and laid behind me, a hand wrapped firmly on my balls and his semi-erect cock resting along my ass crack. I was in bliss and slowly drifted off to sleep, my body too worked over to resist rest.
I awoke early. The sun must have just risen as it was still low behind the buildings. My head was groggy, but the soreness in my ass told me that the last 48 hours had not been a dream. I also had little doubt, as Master's hand was still wrapped tightly around my flaccid cock ans sensitive, shaved balls. He was still behind me, his strong chest pressed into my back with his cock back to life, resting between my cheeks.
Master sensed I was awake, and instantly held me in place as his cock slid against my hole. There was nothing but the leftover cum still leaking out of my hole from last night. He began pushing, and my hole simply had no resistance left. He was soon into me. I had never been fucked on my side before, but it felt good to be in such a relaxed position as Master slid in and out of me. He eventually rolled me onto my stomach, then up onto my knees. I went down on one shoulder, and reached underneath myself and cupped Master's balls. I began to knead them, massaging the cum that I wanted to fill me. I got him primed, and tugged at his balls to pull him into me as his pressure increased. His cum approached, and I soon felt his nuts spasm as he filled me.
Master rolled off of me and stood at the end of the bed.
"OK, PussyBoy. Now you want to cum? Too bad. That will not happen until much later. First, finger yourself. I want two fingers in you."
My hand was still underneath me, so I slid my hand up and soon plunged two fingers into my hole. After about a minute, Master yelled "Switch!!" I had no doubt what he meant and had no fight left in me to resist. I pulled them out and replaced them with the other hand.
"Now clean them, PussyBoy."
I complied, and licked my hand clean, savoring my tangy ass juices and Master's delicious cum. After a few minutes, he had me switch again, and then twice more, until my fingers came out clean. Master then swirled a finger in my hole, rubbing my anal walls, then presenting it to me to taste. I was clean and thankful of my Master.
"OK, PussyBoy. Plug that pussy, put on your panties like the sissy faggot you are, and clean this place up. You never cleared all the cups and things from the party. You have one hour to clean, then we will have a two hour session before I depart."
I did as I was told, my ass offering little resistance to the plug. The panties on my skin still felt cool, as my ass was on fire from last night. The cum spot in the front was still moist from my saliva, but soon dried in a sticky mess. I began cleaning, but accidentally dropped a cocktail glass.
"You sorry PussyBoy, get the fuck over here." Master awaited me in the recliner. "All of this belongs to me now, so you just destroyed Master's property. Bend over."
I was instantly over Master's lap. He pulled down my panties roughly.
"The first ten are for presenting your ass for me in panties. As a sorry humiliated Pussyboy, I allow you to wear panties. I have already told you a boy does not wear panties, and you are now being spanked like the bad boy you are; therefore you may never wear panties when you are being punished over my knee."
He gave me ten rough spanks to make sure I would remember the lesson, followed by 20 more for breaking the glass. he stood me up, pulled up my panties, rubbed my ass and patted it as I walked back to the kitchen. He followed me in, and opened up all the blinds, to make sure I was totally visible in my shame.
I finished on schedule, and Master began the session. He placed me on my knees in the living room, attaching a leash to my collar.
"OK, PussyBoy, you will be away from me for two weeks. You will visit me in Baltimore, where I will properly train you in my dungeon. I will of course control you until then. I have brought some things to secure you in my possession. First, these cameras. [He pointed to the camera above the front door.] You went to sleep quickly, so as soon as you drifted off, I got these out of my bag and installed one in each room. They are connected to your computer, and to a secure site that I control. I will use these to control you at all times you are home. You will still be required to check in with me, but now you know you cannot cheat as I can see all. Do not try to circumvent them, as it will immediately notify me."
"I have also purchased two more toys, nipple clamps and a ball harness. From now on, you will undress immediately when you come in the door, and you will put the harness on. You seem to have trouble controlling your urges, so having this wrapped tightly around your balls will delay your orgasms and prevent you from cumming before I allow you to release them. The nipple clamps will also be on full time, as I want those sensitive nipples stretched and even more sensitized. This will only increase the pleasure you derive from them. And I brought these, a custom creation I had made."
He pulled out some handcuffs, with what looked like a digital clock on them.
"I have a friend who is an engineer. I explained the unique circumstances of our relationship. He designed them so I may control you even when I am not here. There is a setting like a timer. You set the time, and then clamp them on; once they are tight enough, the clock starts running and the locks cannot be opened until the time is up. There is no key, and only I know the code. When you serve me online, I will sometimes have you set the timer, show it to me in the camera, and then attach them.They will help me control you, and prevent you from getting into trouble by being unable to resist those urges."
"Now, PussyBoy, I will provide you with one more load, and then I must be going home. Please prepare my asshole."
With that, Master turned around and bent over the couch, forcing his spread cheeks back towards my face. My hands were free so I could properly spread his cheeks and get full access to his glorious hole. I ate for all its worth, knowing that I had to resist the urge to insert a finger, as a slave is never worthy of penetrating his Master. I also paid plenty of attention to his balls, massaging them and using them to pull his body back, weighing onto my tongue. I swirled it hard around him, savoring Master's taste. He kept me like this for ten minutes before turning around, and pushing his cock into my mouth. He would not let me get into a rhythm; he would intentionally stop and wait for me, then jab it against the back of my throat, or pull out when I didn't expect it and slap me across the face with his hard cock. He did anything to humiliate me and shame me and make me wait for the cum I so badly wanted. He was close, and stopped, pulling his cock out with a pop.
"PussyBoy, you are not yet worthy to eat my seed. I will leave it for you on your plug."
With that, Master pulled out my plug and jerked his cock until he came all over the plug. Master then placed the plug on my table, and thrust his fingers into my mouth to clean. Master then pushed the plug into my mouth. I was full with the wide rubber phallus, but I savored Master's already familiar seed all over it. While I was doing this Master picked up the cuffs, and set them to four hours.
"There, that should give me time to get home. You may not cum until then. I will be locking you to the towel rack in the bathroom, with your back to the sink and a dildo pushed into you. You must maneuver your hips to keep the dildo from slipping out. Your hands will be clasped so I will instantly know if it falls out. When I get home, you may be released and may fuck yourself with that for ten minutes, then you may jerk off and cum. You will, of course, cum on the plug and will then go to sleep with the plug in your mouth."
Master did as he said, setting me up in the bathroom, dildo in place, and hands cuffed. The clock started ticking. He slapped my cock several times to tease me, then walked out and all to soon he was gone.
I had four hours to have memories swirl in my head, to begin preparing the memories that would make up these stories. I also had an excruciating period of watching the clock and waiting for Master to get home. Eventually, enough time passed and I heard the phone ring. I could not get to it, but soon the machine picked up. Master must have turned up the speaker, because it was soon blaring through the apartment.
"Well, PussyBoy, looks like you have been good. Your hands will release in 5 minutes. You may then fuck yourself with that dildo before cumming all over your buttplug and eating your seed"
The words rang through my head, but after two minutes of that torture, the tape ran out and it cut off. I was finally released, and knew Master was watching, so I followed all his orders and finally released the cum that I had built up over 8 hours ago. I savored the few drops that were on the plug, and was still sucking it when there was a knock at the door. I was supposed to go to bed, but decided to check the peep hole.
"Hey, Bob, I know you're in there."
It was Kevin, the upstairs neighbor. I figured I had to open it; he must have heard Master's voice on the machine. Totally humiliated, I knew I couldn't take the plug out and I opened the door, greeted by Kevin's laughter. He walked in, and almost immediately the phone was ringing.
"Guess you can't talk; I'll get that. Good thing the wife is hard of hearing, or else she might be suspicious why I suddenly had to run out for milk. [he picked up the phone] Hello?...oh, hi Master Ric, PussyBoy sure looks good...what, you can see us?....oh, thanks, I'll take him in the bedroom and turn on speaker phone..."
With that, I knew I would not yet rest. I followed Kevin, defeated, into the bedroom.
To Be Continued...