The Master looks at Xander, with a look of amusement, as Xander catches his breath from downing a small shot of rye whiskey on the rocks. He asks, in a broken voice, “What was that? Yuck!”
The Master laughs, and replies, “A very expensive whiskey.”
“Well, you got ripped off!”
“I assure you, it's quite good, you just drank too much, too fast.”
“Whatever!”, says the boy, and the Master looks at him. Xander looks down, “Sir,” he says, as he feels the alcohol hitting his head.
“There's a sink over in the wet bar, get yourself some water, it'll help. And then you'll kneel down beside my desk as I make a phone call boy, and wait until I'm finished.”
Xander wants to tell the man to fuck off, but he knows that will get him in trouble. And although he's glad his brother isn't here to take the blunt of this man's ire, he’s not exactly a fan of it either. Therefore, he complies. It is easier and doesn't hurt, well, it hurts his ego some, but, the physical pain of having your ass beaten is a lot worse, he believes. And he's thinking from experience now. He can't recall ever being spanked before. Especially by his mom, after his dad went away, when they were kids to the war, his mom just sank into depression, then drugs. He and Joshua have practically been on their own since they were little kids.
The Master, not giving Xander another moment of time or attention, goes to his desk and picks up his phone, and dials a number, and places it on speaker, waiting for an answer.
“Ahh, Good day Keith.”, a deep voice on the other end says.
“Jamal. Hello old friend. I'm calling about your request. I have what you want. 4 boys for your brothels.”
“Excellent! Are a few of them acceptable for the high end, or are they all just pump and dump slaves?”
“One, my former alpha slave, it deserves nothing but being pumped and dumped as much as possible Jamal, he's proven himself unworthy of any other kind of treatment. So, he can definitely be pumped full of your drugs and chained to a bed, and be used like the pathetic whore he is. And I hope that's his new life, my friend.”
“Of course Keith, for you, I will see to it that he's totally dehumanized and turned into the whore you know him to be. And the other 3?”, Jamal asks.
“They are good boys, and can easily be taught to serve in your high end brothel. They'll make beautiful additions to your current stock, and your clients will be pleased.”
“I can always depend on you! I'm happy. And the cost?”, Jamal says, knowing the Master never sells anything cheap.
“Because you're taking the one hole off my hands, I'll give it to you free of charge, so instead of one million, I'll take 750 thousand, that's 250 for each of the other 3. Is that acceptable?”, the Master inquires.
“I find that reasonable, Keith. When will they be available?”
“You can take them when you leave after the hunt.”
“Accepted. And I am looking forward to this year's hunt! There's a boy I saw in the message about the prey, and I intend on taking that particular boy to Dubai as my personal slave.”, Jamal said with enthusiasm.
“May I ask who the boy is that has grabbed your attention?”, the Master already had a very educated guest as to ‘whom’ the boy was. He is about to disappoint Jamal, he knows.
“The tall blonde haired boy, he is beautiful, is he not?”
“That he is my friend, however, I hate to be informing you of this, but he's no longer going into the hunt. With my losing 3 house boys, I am forced to find replacements. He has had my collar locked on him today, and is in the process of acclimating to his new life. However, I give you my word, I'll have a suitable replacement for you.”
The other end of the line is quiet for a minute, then Jamal exhales, and says, “Such is the way of business my friend. I know you'll fulfill my needs. I won't lie and say I'm not disappointed, but, I know you'll find a very acceptable alternative.”
The Master, always thinking ahead, already had an ‘acceptable alternative ‘, a beach bum boy in Florida, living in the streets, and he could almost be seen as Tommy's kin, they could pass as brothers. So, Jamal will be happy. “I will do my best Jamal. I am working on a very tight schedule. Its 6 days until the festivities begin, so, I'm already going through dossiers of boys submitted by my agents. Now my friend, I must say goodbye, I have other business to attend.”
“Peace be onto you Keith, and good night friend “ and the call ends.
Xander looks at the Master and says, “Is that our future, Master, being sold and getting turned into whores?”
“Is that what you want boy?”
“Fuck no it's not what I want.”, he snaps, and instantly regrets it when he feels the Master backhand him across his face
“Do not speak to me in such ways, slave, or you'll face severe punishment.” And Xander starts crying.
“You will learn your place here boy. Or yes, you'll be sold. That's how things work in the world you now live in.”
He hears, “Understood Master. “, said meekly.
Yes, he's not a dumb boy by any means. Just needs some proper guidance and training, the Master thinks to Himself as He writes and sends an email to the husband/ wife team of His in Florida saying He wants the beach bum boy immediately, and He'll pay an extra 10 thousand if he can be grabbed immediately.
He's actually surprised to receive a reply in less than 5 minutes saying His terms are accepted and the boy can be picked up in 12 hours at the usual spot. The usual spot is in the Atlantic ocean, in an area known as the ‘Bahama Flats’, its a normally unusually calm area between Florida and the Bahamas, where a sea plane can land relatively safely. They'll meet one at sea, while on their 50 foot sport yacht, and transfer the boy to the plane, and head home after fishing. The odds of any one seeing the transfer are extremely low.
“So, you and my dad have the same name.”, Xander says, hoping to change the topic and maybe learn something about this man.
“Yes. Unfortunately, but luckily that's the only similarity between that piece of shit and Myself.”, the Master replies.
“Piece of shit?!”, Xander says, “And you're not? At least my dad didn't take people and sell them to others, all while demanding they call him master…MASTER!” He ends his remarks loudly, and prepares himself for the blow coming. He figures if he can get himself bruised by this asshole, maybe he can break the hold He seems to have over Joshua, and then they can figure out how to get away together. But, alas, the Master doesn't strike him. Instead, he hears, “No. You're father just sold people drugs, filthy drugs at that, and caused several deaths, and then killed two cops while evading capture with his business associates.”
“What? That not true!”, Xander says, “He left for the war and is a hero. He got killed in it!”
The Master picks up a file, and throws it at the boy, and says, “Read for yourself slave.”, and walks to the wet bar for another drink. As he pours it, he hears Xander break down and start crying as he reads the dossier. It has copies of police reports, court documents, prison records, and every piece of information about dad for the past 12 years, including his 2 consecutive life sentences. His mother lied! How could she?! But he knew how..
And so did the Master, as he simply states, “Your meth head mother lied to you and your brother. Then she practically abandoned you two in her addiction, placing her need to get high over her own sons. And while she's in a cheap, roach infested, dirty hotel room and spreading her legs and lips for any man with 20 bucks, her sons have been abducted, have been gone from their home for 4 days, 5 days, and she has no idea that you two are missing.” And Xander's whole life, everything, just shatters. He's numb, and cold, so cold he starts shaking, and the tears are rolling down his face, he sobs.
The Master walks over to him, places His glass on His desk, kneels down in front of Xander, looks at the boy, and the boy looks at him, and just falls into the man's arms, burying his face in His chest, and the flood gates open, and he just lets it all out. All the while, the Master holds him, saying, “This is your home now. You're safe Xander. You have a new family. A fresh start. Just let me and everyone into your heart son, that's all you have to do.”
He's expecting a harsh remark, but instead, Xander, between sobs, asks, “You promise me that….daddy?”
“Yes,.... I.. yes, Daddy promises you boy.” And Xander cries even more, but it's not a cry of pain, but of relief. He now knows that this place is exactly what he and brother needed. They weren't ready for the real world. Neither had a clue. But here, with his new Master, his new….Daddy, he knew they were safe, and he knew He'd never sell them. He could feel that in the way the man held him, with love and compassion, and with a lust he still couldn't quite grasp, but that wasn't important.
Downstairs, in the rec room, things were more jovial. Tommy and Joshua were made to feel welcomed by the other boys. They quickly started teaching them the rules and explained things, like how to behave towards the Master, what He liked in bed, and expected of them all. They told them about punishments, and about the rewards. Especially the rewards. The Master was a, well, a master, at rewarding them with sexual gratification. After all, being locked up constantly, they were constantly horny, so getting rewarded was amazing. Especially if it includes being unlocked and spending time with another boy! The Master is only human, they all said, so He couldn't possibly fuck them all everyday, so to ensure the rewards didn't stack up, He usually gave them out in pairs, like Jonathan and Michael for the next few days. And all the boys agreed whole-heartedly that being allowed to go to Jonathan's bed was almost as great an honor as going to the Master's. Almost, they all said with a giggle. And no one has gone to his bed in 4 months. Michael was the first since he got promoted to alpha.
Tommy asked him why so long, because he wasn't looking forward to 4 months in a cage without sex, hell he didn't see himself surviving the night. Jonathan simply said, “Because I needed to focus on my new duties 100%, and didn't need the distractions caused by sex.” And Tommy just felt the pit of stomach hit the floor. He knew for sure he wasn't getting any relief for the foreseeable future. The time was approaching 10:30 pm, and the morning kitchen staff started heading to bed, they had an early morning. And a few other boys also headed to their bunk rooms, tired from their day. Jonathan looks at Tommy and Joshua, and says, “Okay you two, come on. We gotta get you guys settled down, so tell everyone good night.”
Neither boy wanted to say good night to the other slaves, but both were exhausted. They've had a few very intense and trying days, and in their slow acceptance of their new lives, and starting to feel welcomed, comfortable, and most importantly, somewhat safe and secure, they were starting to feel exhausted. And Jonathan needed to get them bedded down if they were going to enjoy the surprise they were getting, courtesy of Xander. And the cost to Xander! Jonathan almost felt sorry for him on one hand, but on the other, well, he's going to have his eyes opened to new experiences, and not just his eyes are going to be opened either, Jonathan says to himself and laughs quietly. He tells Michael to stay, and leads the boys away, and takes them to a room Joshua knows. Joshua looks excited. Tommy seems confused.
“Sit down guys,”, Jonathan says. And before either boy can get a sound out, Jonathan starts speaking as they sit, “I'm not sure exactly what was decided between the Master and Xander, but you two will get tonight together alone.” He lets that sink in, and Joshua thinks for minute.
“Well that explains that weird conversation between them,”, and he looks at Tommy, who's even more perplexed now.
“What do mean Joshua?”, Jonathan asks, then says, “No, never mind. It's not important. This is though,”, and he looks up at Tommy, “Stand up and pull your jockys off.” And Tommy just does it. He remembers the slaps he received from Jonathan earlier. And the alpha deftly removes the cage on his dick, and says, “This goes back on in the morning. You two have fun. Yours stays put Joshua. Master says so “
Joshua, looking at his boyfriend, simply says, “Okay alpha.”, and he giggles as Jonathan says, pointing to a small refrigerator, “There's water and fruit juices in there, and some fruit. I'll be back at 7:30 am to relock you Tommy. So, make sure you don't waste tonight. And I'm sorry for slapping you today. I hope I don't have to do that again.”
“I understand..alpha.”, he says. Then Jonathan leaves, and locks the door, preventing the boys from leaving. Tommy instantly grabs Joshua and holds him, and starts balling his eyes out. Joshua, almost a foot shorter than him, holds Tommy and says, “Don't cry my big man! We'll be okay, I promise!” And for some reason, for the first time in their relationship, Tommy feels safe while being held by the petite Joshua.
Jonathan, walks away smiling. First off, he just likes Joshua. He's a sweet boy and he seems perfectly okay with this, so he was correct. Joshua is natural submissive, much like himself. And Tommy seems to be trying. But! More importantly, now Jonathan can take his personal slut, Michael, and go to his comfy queen sized bed, and rail the shit out that ‘straight’ bitch! Ride ‘em cowboy, he laughs at his joke as he steps in the rec room, it's a quarter to 11.
“Lights out in 15 guys! Move it!”, he says sharply, and the boys moan and groan, but quickly start cleaning up the room before bedtime. The lights in this room will turn off at exactly 11 pm, and stay off until 11 am. 12 hours only for the rec room. The lights in the bunk rooms, as well as other rooms, shut off at 11:30 pm. That's curfew. Any boy not in bed at 11:30 got punished. No exceptions. Except for Jonathan. He has until midnight, unless needed by the Master. And that's never happened. The Master is usually done with him no later than 10 pm. That gave him time to spend with the other slaves. May seem unkind that the alpha house slave has less time in the rec room, but his room has a TV, video games, even toys he can use on himself when he's in it. Plus, a queen sized bed, private ensuite bathroom with a tub. He has no reason to complain, and even if he had one, he wasn't dumb enough to do it. With Michael in tow, Jonathan first goes right back to the boys in the room, and says loudly, “By the way, the lights turn off automatically at 11:30, and there's toothbrushes and stuff in the alcove at the sink. Showers in the morning. Goodnight love birds!!!” He hears giggles and the boys saying okay alpha and turns to Michael, and sees his face. “Don't ask,”, he tells him
And Michael says, “I sorta figured when the Master and Xander had a cryptic conversation in the study right after dinner.”
“Explain.”, Jonathan says.
“Xander asked to have a private conversation with Master after he told them they were all going into the bunk rooms tonight, and would be sleeping separately from each other. Well, first, before that, Joshua asked if Tommy would be sleeping with them in their room. Then Master said what He did, followed by Xander asking for a private conversation. And Master, let me think, he said something about, if Xander was going to ask what He thought He was going ask, that He'd agree as long as Xander understands what he was asking and, I guess, offering in exchange for, again I guess, whatever is going on in that room back there. Does that make sense alpha?”
“Oddly, yes.”, and he laughs, “And I was not only told that they could sleep there but also to unlock Tommy for the night,”, Jonathan says as he looks at Michael. And for time since meeting Michael, he sees the boy speechless and surprised by the man they all loved, their Master.
The two boys, walking beside each other, both in jockys, their ass cheeks visible, and Jonathan's obscenely large, half hard dick straining to escape, and they look like two boys in a relationship. No clue as to their true life, that they're slaves and live in Bondage, a total power exchange Bondage with no rights or expectations of freedom, and enjoyed rare privileges that almost every other slave in the world didn't get, ever!, and if they knew about these boys, would probably slit their Masters’ throats in a revolt. And the boys downstairs had no idea what kind of life these slaves had, the small glimpses they got from inside the cage only fed their nightmares. And the upcoming ball generally just made them feel uncomfortable. That is the intended outcome. After all, seeing 21 horned up boys having the time of their life, all admitting proudly that they're slaves for life, and have absolutely no rights or freedom, and telling the boys wearing gowns that they'll love sucking dicks and getting fucked by men, well, that has a tendency to scare you and make your balls shrink.
As they enter Jonathan's room, Michael turns towards Jonathan, and Jonathan grabs the boy and kisses him deeply, demanding entrance to his mouth with his tongue, and Michael opens himself up and feels the welcome intrusion of his alpha's tongue, and they kiss romantically, deeply, voraciously, and like two people being given water after walking through a desert for days. And Jonathan is happy, very happy! The Master has no idea what he's given him, but it wouldn't surprise him if He did know. Somehow, he always knew. And another thing, that maybe the Master knew, or not, but Jonathan had no idea, was that Michael, the straight boy turned into a cock slut slave, also has developed strong feelings for Jonathan. He always felt safest when Jonathan was around. And after seeing him today, taking control, he owned Michael as much as the Master did, and he just melts in Jonathan's arms. That did not go unnoticed.
They break off from the kiss, and Jonathan says, “Lets take a bubble bath boy, and let me doctor up those marks.”
“If that's what you want mister.”
“It is babe, it is. I want to bathe you and soothe those welts.”
“Ohh daddy, yes. Pamper me,”, Michael says as he falls into Jonathan's arms and they kiss again.
“I tried to stop from Him beating on you.”, Jonathan says as they kiss.
Michael looks at him, perplexed, and asks innocently, “Why?”
“Well. Umm. I mean like…its such a silly thing really.”, he says, “And, I..umm.. I don't know really.”
Michael feels a slight tremble run through Jonathan's body, and says, “I get it. I love you too.”, he says and starts walking to the bathroom. Jonathan follows behind him, and starts taking off his sparse clothes, and Michael says, “No! Let me Jonathan.”, as he starts the water running and stops up the drain so the tub fills. He then walks to the boy he has been wanting for ages, so it seems, and runs his hands down his chest and tummy, taking hold of the black t-shirt and sliding it over him. And then caresses his chest, and rubs his nipples. Jonathan gasps as Michael pinches them softly, then he grabs the boy, kisses him, and says, “Tub, now!”
Xander has finally calmed down and the Master lets him look around His study as He makes another phone call. This one was to His agent in the Bahamas, the man with the plane. He quickly tells him what He needs, and offers him a payment of 35 thousand. The man agrees, says he'll be there, the time, and then the Master emails His Florida agents, gives them the time window to expect the plane. He then writes a note to remind Himself to inform Jonathan to expect another delivery in about 24 hours. And now, it's 11:30 in the evening, He’s getting tired, and looks at Xander in his jocky, and Xander turns towards Him, sees the Master looking at him and blushes a bright red, and his gorgeous green eyes sparkle, and the Master gets reminded just how adorable and beautiful the boy truly is, and His desire and lust just go up. To the boys, the Master may be an old man, but He's only 39, quite young still, and still quite capable in bed.
“What?”, Xander asks.
“Just appreciating your beauty, that's all.”
“You know Sir, for a gay man, you don't seem to act like one.”
The Master laughs, and says, “And just how many gay men do you know Xander?”
“Well, not many. My brother, Tommy, another boy that was in our school, but he died in an accident, and you.. that's it,” he says innocently.
“Well, us gay people come in all shapes, sizes, and personalities, just like straight people,”, He says smiling. His smile is infectious, and Xander smiles back. The Master beckons to him to come to Him, and even surprising himself, he almost runs to the Master and stops in front of Him, not sure what to do, he decides to go for it, and just wraps his arms around the man, and says, “I.. I.. I'll try to do my best to…to..”
“Xander, don't worry about what's coming. Look at me boy,” and Xander looks up at Him, “You will be sleeping in my bed tonight,yes. That doesn't mean you will be feeling me inside you tonight. You're not ready for that.”
“But, what do you mean?,”, he looks down, “You don't want me now huh? I understand, my own mother apparently doesn't want me either, Master!” Which again, he says sarcastically.
“Boy! Do not compare me to your mother, or your father again!”, He says coldly, “and yes, I want you very much slave. You have no idea!” And it's true, because something's very hard. And for emphasis, He grabs the boy's hand and places it on His hard cock and holds it there, and the boy gets his first idea of how badly the Master wants him and again, he feels some discomfort in his penis. Fucking cage! Ugh, he thinks, as he blushes.
“It's so big.”, he says almost imperceptibly.
“And soon enough, it will penetrate you boy, and you'll know what it means to be my slave.”
“I hate that word!”
“I don't. I like it, so get over it, because you're a slave. Now follow me boy, and keep up.” And the Master walks towards the door with Xander following Him as he makes a hmmph sound.
Michael is leaned over the side of tub, his welts washed and Jonathan is slowly kissing them, and says, “I hope you learned your lesson Michael. Your ass is so beautiful, it shouldn't be marked like this.” He kisses one, then gently rubs the boy's ass crack, sliding a finger over his hole.
“It got your attention, didn't it?”
“That was your plan all along, to get my attention? You already had that you beautiful idiot!”
“No. My plan was to get you to kiss me, little master, I wasn't looking for a beating!” He laughs.
“Then maybe you should have just.. I don't know..maybe, kissed me first.” And slaps Michael's butt, and gets a yelp, then another moan from his friend. “Okay, dry off and I'll put on some ointment it. And by the way, little master is cute. I like it”
“Fuck that! Get some lube and fuck me, please, god, fuck me, little master, fuck me hard!”
“Get dried off then slut and get into my bed, straight boy!”
Michael lays on Jonathan's bed, and instantly feels some jealousy. Fuck, this bed rocks! I want one, and wonders, how am I going to sleep in the bunk rooms after 3 nights in this? The he feels Jonathan slide between his legs, lift them up, and then he moans and throws his head back as he feels the alpha slave boy's tongue slide up his crack and starts dancing on his hole, doing a jig combined with the tango, darting on to it, over it, and digging like a dog trying to bury a bone deep, going in it and then he feels the boy spit on it and the tongue hits it like a jackhammer, ratta-tat-tat, ratta-tat-tat, ratta-tat-tat, over and over, and this boy that was once a straight fucking pussy hound, now is howling like hound as his boy hole is eaten like its a pussy! And he's actually happy he got in trouble for saying asshole. This. Is. The. Best. Punishment. Ever!
“God yesss! Stick that tongue into me Jonathan. Eat my slave ass cunt you bitch!”, he screams and Jonathan, a boy that knows his purpose is to give service and pleasure, does exactly what he told to do, and keeps digging into Michael's hole, making it wet and ready for his slave cock to fuck.
The Master walks out of ensuite, and sees the beautiful 18 y/o boy Xander kneeling and looking down as he was told to do by Him, and He's both pleased and impressed. The young man is quite obedient. Maybe that small example of discipline early actually taught the boy a lesson. I hope so, the Master thinks to Himself. Although, his butt was especially beautiful when red from being spanked. He'll have to train the boy to enjoy some rough stuff during his scheduled visits to my suite. His brother, the other twin, Joshua, that one will enjoy the dungeon. He's definitely a masochist. And he's definitely stronger than Xander, although Xander has spent most of his life protecting Joshua. Joshua comes off as sweet and innocent, whereas Xander tries hard to act strong and tough, but inside, he's yearning to be protected and to feel loved and safe. The love he thought he could find in loose girls, sluts really, but the rest, the boy needs a real man to feel safe and be taught what it means to be a man. His father failed him, and his mother was lost in her own world of drugs and the streets, and her pimp. If the brothers hadn't inadvertently ended up under His roof, the mother's pimp most likely would have wrecked and ruined the boys, especially Xander, and they'd be his boy whores and taking 20 dollar johns all night long like their mother.
Yes, the Master thought, they were actually lucky by being brought here when they were. And Xander might actually know this to be true already, after all, he's a smart boy.
.
“There's a new toothbrush, and the essentials needed to clean your teeth. Brush them, then join me in the bed Xander, and take off your jockeys.”, the Master says to the boy.
“Then I'll be naked, and you said…”
“They're jockys boy, if I had any intention of going back on my word to you, you are already exposed back there.”
“Ohh, yea.. I guess so Master.”
“Teeth, now!” And the boy moves quickly. He's learning the tones and nuances of his new Master's voice. A couple of minutes later, he walks out, holding his jockys in a hand, and sees the Master laying there, naked, and stroking His massive 9 inch penis, and Xander freezes.
“Come boy. Don't be scared. You've already sucked one today, so don't be bashful. Just come, and join me on the bed. I won't force you to do anything you haven't done already.” And that's what scares the boy. He had already figured out that he was going to, at least, end up sucking the Master's dick. He made that obviously clear two times. Once at dinner, then in his study when he made him watch the video he recorded of him, his brother, and the Master earlier.
Slowly, Xander crawls in, and the Master takes the boy in his arms, and slowly kisses on the forehead him, then, in a whisper, says, “”Take my cock in your hand boy and stroke me, like you did earlier today with your brother.” And Xander doesn't argue, he just slowly, hand shaking, takes the cock in his hand and starts to stroke it. It feels so thick, and warm, so hard yet soft. And it looks so..so.. masculine and damn!, it looks sexy as fuck to the boy. And he absent mindedly licks his lips as he watches his hand stroking it. Then he feels the Master's hand in his hair and looks up at the man, and his eyes are bright, they're sparkling some, and he, on his own, leans down and opens mouth.
For the second time, in the same day, the straight boy feels a hard dick slide across his lips, and enter his mouth, and tastes the man's precum, and its sweet, and not bad actually he thinks, and he starts giving his new Master a blow job as best as he can. He tries to force it deeper and gags, and hears the Master say, “Don't try to take it all boy. Just the head and an inch or so under it. Take it easy, and cover your teeth with your lips.”
“Yes Sir Daddy.”, he says with his lips around the head of the massive, manly tool, and he feels the Master's hand rubbing his head, massaging it gently, and moan softly. And the boy likes that he's making this man happy, and wants to please him more, and starts twisting his lips around it, licking it with his tongue.
“Yes. That's it beautiful boy. It feels soo good boy. You're doing great. Ohh yes Xander. So good beautiful boy.” Unlike his brother earlier, the Master is saying kind things. Not words like bitch or cock sucker, or slut. But instead, He's saying beautiful boy and good boy, and saying things that makes the boy feel special and loved. And wanted. And He's not thrusting it in like Joshua did, He's just softly, nicely rubbing his head and running His fingers through his hair. This makes Xander feel good. But damn! That cage is annoying!
“Master, the cage hurts some Sir.”, he says.
“Focus on my dick Xander, and your mouth,” the Master says. And the boy does. Then he feels a hand start rubbing his butt, sliding between the cherks and touch his hole. He doubles his effort on sucking the man's dick, and moans when he feels finger slide across his hole again, and totally forgets any discomfort in his penis.
Meanwhile, Jonathan has just slammed his 10.5 inch dick into Michael, and forces his tongue into his fellow slave's mouth, snd starts kissing him as he begins grinding his cock into Michael's former straight boy cunt hole.
Then after shoving his tongue into Michael's mouth and trying to gag him with it, he pulls up, grabs the boy's legs and starts long dicking Michael as hard as he can. He's pounding Michael like he's trying to pound a boulder into pebbles with his dick. And Michael is loving it. Yes, the former straight boy loves getting dicked down like a fat kid loves cake. He's moaning, licking his lips, squeezing his ass lips around that big cock, and feels like he's the center of the universe as Jonathan tweaks his nipples and makes him yell louder than when the Master took the cane to his ass this morning.
The Master also feels like He's the center of the universe. It's not that Xander is an expert cock sucker, far from it, but, he's actually getting into it. The boy is a natural He thinks. He's definitely trying his best to please his new owner. And that makes the Master happy the most. And yes, when He takes boy's cherry, then He'll really own Xander, because the boy will submit, willingly submit to his proper place in life, a slave!
Yes, He's going to cum soon, and He needs to release His load badly, has since He first saw the twins this morning.
“Xander,”, He moans, “Ohh my beautiful Xander, you're so good, and such a good boy. Such a good, beautiful boy. Do you like sucking your Master's cock pretty boy?” The compliments are doing what the Master hopes, and making him want more and he's associating the kind words with his current actions.
“Mmmm, yes Master. I do. I like making you happy Daddy.”
“Ohh my sweet boy, you're making your Daddy very happy. You're going to make your Daddy cum. Do you want your Daddy to cum?”
“Mmhmm,”, he nods his head and doubles his efforts. He's now taking the man's cock almost a third down, and is running his tongue all over it. Feeling it jerk gently from his hard work.
“Does my pretty boy want his Daddy's cum in his mouth?”
“Ohh yes Daddy!”, he says around the Master's shaft and starts stroking it vigorously while he's sucking it. And the Master can feel his orgasm coming on, and holds the boy's head on his cock.
“Here it comes slave, swallow it like a beautiful boy should. Yes, I'm coming boy! Swallow it all Xander!”, he says as His cock explodes in the boy's mouth and greedily swallows it, and keeps swallowing and looks up at his Master and sees pure ecstasy on the man's face, and feels proud!
Jonathan has flipped his boy toy onto his stomach and is attempting to drill into Michael's soul from this direction. He's pulling out to the head and power driving his dick back in, and Michael feels his caged penis raging against the machine that made the torture device holding it at bay. His 6 inches can't get hard, and the part of his brain that cares about such things feels like it should be concerned, but another part, the part connected to his ass lips, and g-spot are telling that one particular part to shut the fuck up, and just leave this to us, the pros. After all, that part of the brain must have allwed the torture device because its there, right? But! Us pros, we got things well in hand, ok, not in hand, but in the hole. And in, in the HOLE that is being used and making the toes curl and the mouth scream things such as “yes! Yesssss! Fuck meeeee please fuck me silly and show me what my ass hole was created for. God, please, wreck me boy!”
His hole and prostrate are pretty sure the part of brain that allowed the torture device is absolutely inferior to the part of the brain that contrls the massive fuck stick striking them and playing them like their part of Beethoven's 9th symphony, you know, da da da dum! And the crescendo is coming you bitch ass brain!
Jonathan is slapping the boy's ass, and the welts are screaming, and being ignored completely by the entire entity known as Michael. He barely notices the slaps because his new favorite cock is working him over like Mike Tyson taking on a welter weight rookie. Michael's ass never stood a chance against the organ beating it and teaching it just exactly what an “ass hole” is, because it sure can't be that man fucking us silly, his ass and prostrate argue. Jonathan grabs the boy's hair and pulls his head back and the pillow comes with it because Michael is biting it and clawing the sheets with his hands, digging his nails into them.
His toes are curled so tightly, they should, if they had any sense, be filling a complaint with the brain, but the brain has practically shut down. It's only concern is what's happening in the hole. And the hole is the happiest place on earth. Disney can eat shit bitches, the hole rules.
“Take that cock you straight ass faggot! Take it like the slut you are boy.” Michael can't form words. His legs are shaking, he's having an orgasm, THE orgasm of orgasms. His eyes are rolled back into his head, his heart is pounding so hard it sounds like natives beating on fallen trees, sending messages to his head, and they're saying, YESSSSS. YESSSSS. and FUCK YEESSSS!!
And then he hears the magical words that all fags live for. “I'm coming you bitch! Take my load you cum hungry slut.” And Jonathan unloads more of his pent up, 4 month backed-up balls juice into his crush, and this time, his balls refuse to hold back, and cum is running down Michael's ass and taint, onto his balls and pooling up on the sheets, and pooling up inside him, and then, his locked penis dribbles cum from it and Michael almost passes out from his orgasm, and tries to catch his breath that was beaten out of him, beaten into next week.
After Xander swallows a cup, so he thinks, of the most masculine çum on earth, he's dragged to on top of the Master's body and gets his first real kiss that actually makes him melt. And his confusion increases as his desires increase. He thinks, I'm a fag. I never knew it, maybe I did. Fuck! That was hot. And his brain wants to look for a reset button. But, his butt is taking over the show as this man kissing him tenderly massages it. Then it all stops. And he's…damn!, he's actually disappointed.
“That was good, boy. I enjoyed it,”, he hears, as he's pushed onto his back. And before he can assimilate any new information, all of sudden he realizes his cock has been freed, and looks down as his new Master grabs ahold of his 4.5 inch, 18 y/o dick and slides it into His mouth. And Xander instantly explodes in the man's mouth, and he's so embarrassed, but the Master just smiles, then relocks it as soon as he deflates down there. Then pulls the boy into His arms, grabs a remote and turns off the lights. They cuddle and Xander falls asleep almost instantly, snuggled in his Master's strong arms, his head in the crook of the man's chest. And both are content.
Jonathan and Michael finish cleaning up, and just gaze into each other's eyes, and both smile. And Jonathan says, “We need to rest and sleep mister. Come cuddle.”
And they cuddle up and kiss goodnight and go to bed. And now, all is quiet in the Master's house..
