The Date
Late one night I got a call from Master. He
was coming over to my apartment. Usually, he didn’t call to warn me, but this
time was different. He was bring a date over. Actually, it was some guy he had
just picked up and they were driving separate cars over. Master gave me instructions on what to do and
hung up.
I didn’t have much time, so I changed the sheets on the bed as Master had
ordered, turn off most of the lights and hid in the closet. Master didn’t want
me involved in this fuck session, so I was to stay out of the way until
morning.
I didn’t know what kind of guy Master had, so I waited. I was cramped in the
closet, and I knew I was in for a long night. I was glad Master didn’t send me
down to service Tom all night, but then Master’s instructions involved me the
next morning. I was going to serve Master and his guest breakfast. Usually,
Master didn’t give me any warning when he put me on display. But this time, I
had all night to think about being a slave in front of a total stranger. From
my closet, I heard the door open and two men enter. One was Master. I heard the
door close and what sounded like kissing.
I heard the strange voice say “Man, you
do have a big one in there for me,don’t you.?”
“Fuck, yeah.” Was Master’s reply.
I heard them move off to the bedroom. It sounded to me like Master had made a
pickup and was using my apartment. Of course, he couldn’t exactly take a male
date to his own house, not with his parents there. And I guessed the other guy
was in a similar position. It was possible the guy Master had picked up was a
high schooler like him.
I could hear the bed move, and hear sounds from the bedroom. Master was having
sex with someone more his equal than I was. I was Master’s object, but this was
a date. I got hard listening to my Master have sex in the other room.
Eventually, I fell asleep.
I awoke the next morning with dread. Now I was going to be on display for
Master’s date. But there was nothing I could do about it. I quietly got out of
the closet and went to the kitchen. Master had demanded utter silence out of me
until called for. I started the coffee as I had been ordered and waited.
About an hour after I had gotten up, I heard movement in the bedroom. Taking my
cue, I slipped my french maid’s uniform on. I had not put this on until the
last minute. Last night Master said I had to appear in it, but he didn’t say I
had to put it on as soon as I got up. Master had given me the uniform when I
spend a weekend at his house. It is based on the french-maid’s uniform, has
only one layer of transparent black cloth, and is cut with a halter like top to
expose my chest. It’s backless as well. The skirt crinkles up and is so short
when I bend over you can see my ass. There is a little apron over this, white
and more transparent then the black. It’s designed for maximum embarrassment.
It makes you look like a french maid, but you are still naked.
I heard voices in the bedroom. The voices were talking, but I couldn’t make out
the words. They sounded like too lovers just getting up. Of course, that is
what they were. Then the bell rang. I
had assembled a tray with cream, sugar and coffee cups. I now poured the coffee
into the cups and carried the tray into the bedroom. As soon as I entered the
room, I gave a little curtsey. The guy on the bed with Master just stared at
me. I had to look ridiculous. I’m a little shorter than average, but I work
out, so I have a good body. My hair is cut short 1/2 inch on the side and 1
inch on top. I looked like I could be in the army. Now seeing me dressed in
this pornographic maids uniform was enough to make anyone do a double take.
This guy’s eyes just got wide. Master looked at me with a smirk.
I carried the tray over to Master’s guest and said “Morning coffee,
Sir?”
“Goddamn.” The man said.
“Alex, this is my slave.” Master said.
“I’m Alex, what’s your name?” Alex said to me.
“You can call him boy, or faggot, or cocksucker. He gets called whatever I
feel like at the moment.” Master answered for me. Alex took his coffee
black. I carried the tray over to Master. Master got his coffee and looked over
at Alex. Master kissed Alex on the cheek and asked “Breakfast?”
“Sure.” Was Alex’s response. But there was something sexy in his
voice, he wanted to screw with Master some more. As the coffee cups found their
way to the floor, Master and Alex began to make out. I took my cue and returned
to the kitchen to make breakfast. I closed the door completely.
They must have had a good time, because they fucked for quite some time. I
guess when real men fuck it’s different than when a boy like me is involved.
Master was a junior in high school and, and Alex looked about the same age. I
was 22. I considered myself a boy because I had a much smaller dick than Master
did and I was a slave. Master was
commanding and I was submissive. I worked out, so I was well built, but I fell
to my knees and kissed Master’s feet anytime he wanted. There were times when I
considered that I had enslaved myself to someone years younger than me. He was
still a boy by society’s standards, and the fact that a full grown man groveled
at his feet was not normal.
I heard a loud groan from the bedroom, and I recognized it as Master’s. I felt
a shiver up my spine. I wanted him to be fucking me right now. No matter what
the difference in our ages, no matter what he ordered me to do, I would always
crawl at his feet. All I wanted was to be his slave. I would put up with the
punishments and humiliations to amuse him. I didn’t care if I ever felt
comfortable or unembarrassed again. As long as he was my Master and I was his
slave, that is all I wanted. My dick was so hard thinking about this that it
hurt. Master had not forbidden me to jack off, so I did. It was the first time
I could jack off when him around that wasn’t a command from him. When I was performing
for him, one of my standing orders was only to touch my cock when ordered. The
sounds from the bedroom kept going, and I made sure breakfast would stay warm.
I began to slowly jack off. I thought of my slavery to Master and I could hear
him fucking in the other room. It was the best jack off session I ever had.
After Master and Alex finished fucking, they must have rested again, because it
was some time before the bell rang for me again. I brought the coffee tray in
and refilled their cups. Master ordered breakfast to be served. I curtseyed on
my way out and fetched a tray with breakfast. The men began to eat, I humbly
knelt by the bed.
“He’s pretty well trained.” Alex said.
“He does OK. I have to punish him every so often, but I keep him around
since he amuses me.” Master said. I was so happy to hear that Master was
going to keep me.
“Why wasn’t he here last night?” Alex asked.
“He was.” Master said. “I ordered him into the closet so he
wouldn’t disturb us.”
“Oh, that’s rich.” Alex said. “You do dominate him, don’t
you.”
Master snapped his fingers at me and said “Boy, answer the man.”
“Yes, Sir. Master dominates everything in my life. He is my Master, my
owner, and my god. I obey and worship him. I am nothing but his property and
his slave. I am his slave body, mind, and soul. Master may do with me anything
he wishes.” I said.
“Good boy.” Master said. “Now get out of that dress and dance
for us.”
“Yes, Master.” I removed the maid’s uniform and went to the foot of
the bed. Master had me taking belly-dancing lessons. So I began to dance nude.
There was no music playing, so I was doing this in silence. I had danced for
Master before, but not anyone outside of my class. I was embarrassed to do this
in from of Master’s date. I knew Master wanted me to turn him and Alex on, so I
did the best I could. As I danced, they continued breakfast. They fed each
other bits and I could see that under the sheets their dicks were getting hard.
Belly dancing is rare for men, so I’m the only man there. It’s embarrassing to
be in the class like a girl, but it makes Master happy for me to be humiliated
like that. Master had told me to take
the class to amuse him. Belly dancing is supposed to be sensual. When I dance
for Master, I’m supposed to try to turn him on, so I work hard at it. You move
your hips a lot, so my dick bobs around. It’s a bit like stripping, but you
start out naked. I added fucking motions in. I ran my hands over my body and
sucked my fingers some. I thought I might be turning red from doing this. I was
humiliated doing this. It was hard enough to do it just for Master, but to do
it for a total stranger heightened my humiliation. I think the guys who do this
really get off on it, but it was hard for me.
When they finished breakfast, I took the tray out and returned, kneeling to
await their pleasure. Alex looked at Master. “Is it OK for him to blow
me?”
“Sure is.” Master snapped his fingers at me. I crawled over to Alex’s
side of the bed and began to lift the sheet. I blew him long and hard. Alex had
cum not to long before with Master, so I was working for a while. Master
watched as Alex just lay there and took my blow job. I had always concentrated
hard on giving blow jobs, because I consider it a slavish way to service a man.
Finally, he came in my mouth and I swallowed it.
“Want to take a shower?” Master asked Alex.
“Sure.” Alex said. They got out of bed and headed for the bathroom.
Master snapped his fingers and pointed to a wall. I knelt before the wall with
my face to the wall. They had a long shower.
Finally, they came out of the bathroom with towels wrapped around their waists.
The headed for the living room and I heard Master call “Boy.”
I crawled to the living room and kneeling before him said “Master.”
“Crawl and get the 10 inch dildo. Then come back here and fuck yourself with it.” Master said.
“Yes, Master.” I crawled to the bedroom for the dildo and returned. I
didn’t want to do this in front of someone besides Master, but I had to obey.
It was obvious that Master wanted some entertainment, and what was more
entertaining than ordering a boy around? The dildo was dry, so it took some
pushing to get it in my ass. I started out slow, moving the length of it in and
out of my ass. Eventually, I sped up and got to new angles. I had fucked myself
with dildos before Master, but to do it in front of these two boy men was
embarrassing. This is so private, so degrading. I felt foolish doing it, but I
had to obey Master.
Master and Alex watched for a while, then began to talk. Master recounted some
of the things he had me do, and said he knew I didn’t want to do them. He
described the night he put me in a park’s men’s room to service men for a
nickel. He said he knew I wanted to run away, but that I stayed because Master
had told me too. He told how two punk kids had come in and taken over, charging
people a dollar to use me, all the time having me work on my first nickel. Master said he was very proud of me for
obeying him no matter how much I didn’t want to. I must have glowed with pride
to hear Master say that about me.
As I fucked myself with the dildo to amuse the two men, I was never happier than to hear that Master
was happy that I obeyed him so well. It made up for all the embarrassment and
humiliation.
“You like having a slave, then.” Alex said.
“Shit yeah.” Master replied. “It’s great. Especially one like
Max. He does anything I tell him too with no hesitation. It’s like he was
trained from birth to serve me. But he says I’m his first Master.” My glow
got brighter. Master was indeed my first. I had had some play-masters, but none
wanted a slave. And in some ways I was trained from birth. I had always been
submissive, and I loved being ordered around. I had fantasized my whole life
about being a slave. But until Master, I hadn’t found anyone who wanted a real
slave, not just a play-slave.
I must have been showing my joy, because Alex then said. “Must be, look at
him.”
Master and Alex looked at me a minute then Master said “You fuck him, and
I’ll get him to blow me.”
“Great.” Alex said. They took their positions. And I dropped the
dildo.
As I started to go down on Master, he held my face and said “Good, good
boy.” I was sure he was pleased with me. I felt Alex push into my asshole.
Alex didn’t use any lube, but my ass was opened from the dildo. He had a good
size dick, and I could feel it filling me. I tenderly kissed the head of
Master’s cock. Alex began to thrust into me, and I took Master’s shaft down my
throat. I used my tongue on the underside and sucked hard. Alex’s hand grabbed my
hips and moved them from side to side a little and back and forth.
“Oh, God.” I hear Alex say. He was ramming into me slowly, taking his
time.
“Slap him some, if you want. The faggot will take anything you dish
out.” Master said. And I would. Here I was, 22 years old on my hands and
knees being taking at both ends by a couple of teenagers. I was lost in slavish
desire to obey Master. Alex slapped my ass pretty hard, and red splotches
appeared on my cheeks. Master grabbed my ears and used them to pull me up and
down on his cock. I didn’t reset, even when Master held my face down in his
pubes and kept it there. I began to choke. I couldn’t breath, but I couldn’t
resist Master. I looked up at Master, and he smiled cruelly down at me.
“Be a good boy, fucker.” Master said. I continued to suck. Master
eased my head back, and I could breathe again.
Master was controlling the head and Alex was controlling ass, and I was a slave
to men younger than me. I was only a fucktoy, and lived only to take their
cocks in my mouth and ass. Master’s words of praise about me had filled me with
pride. And now I could prove I was his boy by serving him as well as I could. I
clenched my ass muscles around Alex’s cock so he would enjoy his fuck, and I
sucked with all my strength on Master’s cock. Every so often one would groan.
I concentrated more on Master’s cock. I was a bad slave, and was more concerned
about Master than his friends. I obeyed him, and I felt the hardness of his
cock covered with the silkness of the cockskin. The head hit the back of my
throat and I swallowed it down. I swirled my tongue over the shaft and keep my
teeth off it. My lips were in full contact, and I could look forward and see
his blond pubes or look up and see his great, beautiful chest and commanding
face. I didn’t forget about Master’s guest, and I keep my ass tight and tried
to suck his cock further and further in. But Master’s cock was so much of my
life. I wanted to give it all the pleasure I could. I run my tongue under the
head and over the heard. I worked the piss slit and head. I was in heaven,
sucking Master’s cock and being his slave. I was hard as a rock.
Master and Alex fucked me for a long time. They were young and not in a hurry
to cum. I was raw when Alex finally came in me and pulled out. Master came a
little later. Master snapped his fingers and pointed to Alex. I crawled over
and cleaned him off. When I was done, Master snapped his fingers again,
pointing to a wall. I crawled over and knelt facing the wall. Master and Alex
got on the couch and necked a little. Finally, Alex said he needed to go, and
he and Master went into the bedroom and got dressed. As Alex left he came over
to me, slapped my chest and said “You’re a good fuck.”
I stayed kneeling before the wall. Master closed the door behind Alex and sat
in a chair looking at me for a minute. Then he said. “Here, boy.” I
crawled over to him and knelt.
“Yes, Master.” I said. The Master word hit me. He was my Master. I
did anything he told me to. It didn’t matter that he was so much younger than
me at a time when that age difference was a lot. I obeyed. It had to strike him
that I was a full grown man and I crawled at this feet. Master was fully
dressed and I was naked. Master could snap his fingers, and I’d crawl
somewhere. Master assigned me to obey a neighbor like a slave (a slave that I
was) and I obeyed. I didn’t matter that I didn’t like the neighbor and wasn’t
turned on by him. But Master said to obey Tom, and I obeyed Tom. I would cower
before Master like a girl or a puppy. There where things I didn’t want to do,
but if Master said do them, I did.
“You have been a good asshole. I’m going out, but I’ll be back later to
fuck you again. Clean this place up and be ready.” With that he left.
To be continued …
