At that moment the door to the lift opened, and as I was about to step into the car, all four of the guys rushed in to the car behind me, pushing me against the rear wall. As the last guy entered, the door closed, and one of men asked "You English puto?"
"Yes."
"Good. I speak a little English, and my amigos speak very little."
"Ok."
"Ok. This is what will happen. We go to our apartment and we are going to fuck your brains out, puto, Comprende?"
"Si." Fortunately I had studied Spanish a few years earlier.
Arriving at their floor, we entered their apartment. Promptly I was ordered to loose the speedos and lay on the bed. As soon as I was in position, one of the guys placed a pillow was under my belly and someone else tied my hands behind my back. My legs were also secured to the opposing corners of the bed. Next what happened was bliss. The guy from the beach slid his cock into my mouth, while another of his buddys removed the butt plug from my ass. Once it popped-out some cum dribbled out of my hole, but not too much, as the same guy plowed directly into me, and I saw stars. He must have had a nine inch cock, and he went balls-deep. Could I scream? No way. I was filled at both ends.
For the next hour I was used in both holes by all four cocks, the smallest of which was a six incher, and, of course, the nine incher I already described. All four eventually blasted inside me. Had I lost count? Nope. I counted twenty loads that day.
The one who spoke a little English complemented me, saying sex with me was far better than with their girlfriends. They took my speedos, advising me that if I wanted them back, I would have to be available for additional recreation.
Eventually the guys let me go back to my apartment, which was one floor up. Naked, carrying only my room key, which was tied to my wrist. Fortunately I got back without crossing paths with anyone, and closing the door behind myself, I saw I had received a message from Sir.
"How many loads, boi?"
I instantly replied "20, Sir."
"Good boi. You still plugged?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good. Now rest for an hour, and, at 7:00 PM, meet me at the Yumbo center for dinner."
"Where at the Yumbo center should I meet you, Sir."
"Next to the mini golf."
"Sir, Sir."
As instructed, I rested for an hour, and then dressed in a jock strap, a t-shirt and a pair of short shorts, and then went to the location Sir had instructed me. I arrived exactly on time, and was surprised that no one was awaiting me. I waited for about fifteen minutes, and was wondering if I would be stood-up, when a taxi pulled up, and out stepped Sir.
"Nice to see boi is prompt."
"Thank you, Sir."
Without another word we went for dinner. Sir had steak. Sir permitted me to have chicken. After the meal, Sir handed me a bag saying "What you are wearing is nice, but it is not appropriate for a cum slave." I assumed the bag contained clothing into which Sir wanted me to change, but he cut me short asking "Did I give you permission to look?"
"No, Sir."
"After our meal you will go into the toilets and you will put everything you find in the bag, and you will place your clothing in the bag."
"Yes, Sir."
With that we finished our meal, Sir paid the bill, and we and left the restaurant. Sir directed me to the nearest public toilets in the Yumbo where I entered one of the stalls, opened the bag to discover what it contained: a collar, a pair of rubber trousers with a zipper at in the rear, one pair of rubber socks, and a rubber mask with holes for the nose mouth and eyes. It took me about ten minutes to change into the outfit. Then Sir asked from the other side of the door "Are you ready?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Open the door and pass me the bag containing your clothing." I did as instructed. Then Sir entered the stall saying "One last item, boi. You will wear this," and with that he handed me a metal chastity cage. As I looked at it, Sir continued with his instructions saying "Drop the trousers a little and let me put it on. You will not get hard. You will not cum, but you will take as much cum as possible." When Sir was satisfied all was in order, we left the stall. I was dressed in full rubber, wearing a collar and a chastity belt, with 20 loads still plugged in my ass.
As we left I could feel people staring, particularly as Sir had clipped a leash to the collar and he lead me into the first bar of the night, The Box.
