One week later, we enjoyed a perfect summer day and diner date in the city. Kyle ordered me to the rest rooms and had me send him a picture of me peeing with my cock caged. I assume he shared it with a guy immediately after because he was still on his phone when I got back at our table. Our waiter was young and charming and clearly was fond of us, but Kyle decided to check on his Mistery Man that failed to show the other night and ordered me to check on my contacts.
One of them is Felix, a young dominant guy with a toned body, who lives minutes away from our place and said he would love to fuck me to bits after we spotted him online. We already headed home while checking on his plans.
Kyle had me denied an orgasm since. I had loaded balls, seeing the fucking and sucking that week caged and not one ejaculation allowed.
He took me straight into our lush city garden.
“Take of your clothes. I’ll be right back” he said.
He threw me his key ring and went back in the house. It was 01:00 AM but it never gets pitch dark in the city. You get a false sense of privacy in our patio garden. It is roughly 800 square feet and the first neighbors are only 40 feet away, on the other side of our city block. Most houses are easy to check and rarely show outdoor presence. People tend to not use their balconies. They go out to one and meet friends in one of the countless trendy bars and restaurants our neighborhood has to offer. But there’s one house on the left, converted in 3 apartments, that has views directly into our garden and a bigger building on the right with 4 floors, 12 anonymous rental apartments, each with a reasonable balcony, luckily facing more to our right.
I undressed quickly, dropped bare naked in one of the lounge seats and freed my cock. He reappeared, holding my latex slave collar and dropped some stuff on the terrace floor. It made a metallic sound. I welcomed him with my pulsing cock up.
As soon as I was collared, he opened a bottle of poppers and put some in the gas masks filter. That’s always a great sign. I love how the continuous flood of poppers, get me wild and sleazy. I tried to keep it on as long as possible without going to climax already. Kyle kneeled between my legs and started giving me head, while his fingers pushed my sphincter. He stopped every now and then to check on his phone. I saw him take a picture of me and heard him send it.
“Felix is still awake. He should use you, slut,” He said.
I mumbled in my gas mask: “Anything you want, Master.”
“What slut?”
“Anything you want, Master,” louder that time.
Kyle didn’t seem cautious not to wake the attention of our neighbors and he wasn’t holding back on my ass. His fingers pushed and stretched it. He did ask whether it was fine. I made sure not to complain. I love his ass play ever since he first fisted me without poppers, blindfolded and bound by the hotel towels one afternoon three years ago.
“Felix isn’t leaving his house anymore. He needs to get up early tomorrow. Shall we go there. We’ll walk over to his place. You stay collared.”
“What if we run into friends on our way, Master?”
“They may know you ‘re my slut,” he replied while texting.
He stood up, dropped his pants and made clear the seat was his now. He directed me to the floor. About time to practice my deep throating skills. I put on the mask with poppers for another rush I needed to lower my ass on the black dildo stuck on the floor. OFF with the mask, IN with his gorgeous cock. I was giving it my very best sucking and swirling my tongue, sinking my head in his crotch. My ass pinched around that oversized black dildo I was squatting on. It was hitting my prostate gland over and over again. I made sure not to touch my dick. I would come with any additional impulse. This was amazing. I was excited by the idea to walk collared through our neighborhood. It is great to combine our kicks.
It took Master ages, texting with Felix.
Each time we heard a noise or saw a light go on in one of the houses, we stopped for a second to check.
“Felix goes to sleep. He’s got gym class in the morning. Now you’re going to fuck me. I want your stored sperm,” Kyle said.
He sank deeper in the seat and threw his legs up in the air. He only lets me fuck him when he’s horny as hell. I took right to it. In my excitement I pushed my pole all in at once. Too far. He pushed back.
“Now film it and come on me, then push all that sperm in.”
I pulled my collar belt, trying to get one hole tighter and made sure to have him enjoy my cock at his desired depth. I couldn’t help getting fast to eruption. I pulled out, shot my load over his ass and breast and used my glans to scrape my sperm of his skin and push it in his ass. Kyle went crazy. A few strokes later he came.
