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From Chapter 15
”I’ll want to get you one, too,” Alex said casually. “A slave, I mean. Since you can’t fuck anything it’ll be more of a valet or an attendant, but it’ll be yours to own and use however you want. I’ll probably have to fuck it from time to time just to make sure its sexual needs are taken care of. But generally you would own it.”
I didn’t really have time to react. I felt a surge or lusty excitement as he told me I would own my own slave, but didn’t get a chance to verbally express it. Right after that, Alex grabbed me by the leg and spun me to straddle him. He spat on his hand, wet my hole and his cock, then ordered me to ride him. I sat down, feeling his cock sink into me, and started riding.
Alex’s cock, so big and powerful and perfect, felt right buried inside me. I lost track of all time and my thoughts as I was overcome by the throes of passionate sex, until I felt Alex’s cock twitching inside me, unloading hot and thick cum. When I was laying next to him again, I fell asleep peacefully and dreamed of having a cute slave like Armando, calling him to our room and ordering him to please my master while I watched, discovering a whole new way of worshiping my God by giving him the use of my own slave.
The next day, Alex took both me and Elliot out shopping, a treat for me for being an obedient, good boy and as a step in cementing his domination with Elliot. He bought Elliot a whole new wardrobe of mostly luxury clothing, along with a couple of bags and other accessories, then took me to Tiffany.
I was embarrassed beyond belief when Alex had made me change and then threw away my clothes when he’d taken me out shopping. Now, seeing it done again with Elliot, it was a totally different experience. Almost casual, natural, yet inexplicably hot.
Elliot had a harder time letting go of his clothes than I did. He came from money and each item Alex put in the trash after replacing it for Elliot was up to three times more expensive than the entire outfit he replaced for me. Because he already had expensive luxury clothing, it was more symbolic than anything. Elliot, the whole time, looked like he wanted to protest. But he didn’t, and with his lack of protest at the disposal each piece of clothing he’d bought for himself, Elliot unknowingly became more and more submissive to Alex.
At Tiffany, Alex bought me a silver T ring and a silver necklace. In total, he spent four times more on those two things than I think I’d made in months while working during high school. I wore them out of the store with so much pride I thought I would explode.
He also bought me some new earrings from another store, a nice watch from another and a bottle of perfume from yet another.
After we were done shopping and back in the car, Alex asked Elliot for his home address. The slave initially hesitated but didn’t question or protest and told him and we were off. When we got there, Alex told Elliot and me both to strip the moment we were through the door.
“As long as you’re submitting to me, your apartment belongs to me,” Alex said. “Until we both agree that you’ll move in with me, you’ll still be responsible for the rent and upkeep. But your property belongs to me now.”
Walking to the door, both us whiteys carrying so many bags each step was awkward, he told Elliot to lead him straight to the bedroom when they got inside.
“I bought you everything you need for a wardrobe,” Alex said as we walked into Elliot’s apartment. “You’re gonna empty your closet and replace everything with my gifts.”
Elliot wasn’t so submissive now, though he wasn’t blatantly insubordinate either.
“Why?” he asked, his voice almost a whine that, in my mind at least, betrayed his privileged upbringing.
“Because you told me you wanted to submit to me and have me court you as a new slave,” Alex said patiently. He walked over to the closet and started inspecting what was already in there. “Besides, what I bought you is better than this shit.”
Elliot made clear in his movements and body language that he wasn’t happy, but he obeyed. I couldn’t quite figure that out. If he was displeased enough about this that he was practically throwing a tantrum, why was he going through with it? I’d have to ask Alex what he thought about it next time we were alone.
When he was done, Alex made Elliot throw all the clothes he’d pulled out of the closet into the same bags we’d brought in and announced we’d be dropping them off at Goodwill. Elliot turned from angry to sad at that.
“Each night that you aren’t with me, I will send you a text telling you what to wear the next day,” Alex said. “I’ll have random audits where you will have to send me pictures to prove you’re doing as you’re told. If you have some special event or something happening at work, let me know in advance so I can dress you accordingly.”
With that, Alex let us both get dressed at the door and we left, carrying the bags down to the Range Rover.
On the way to Goodwill, though, we made a stop.
“I told you a while back that eventually I would have your nipples pierced,” Alex said, pulling into the parking lot of a tattoo studio. “Do you remember?”
It was my turn to be uncomfortable.
“Yes, Goshujin-sama,” I said, for some reason feeling that using the honorifics I’d learned would steele me for what I needed to do. The use of the title made him quirk a proud grin at me.
The handsome Latino man who did the piercing spent way too much time touching and pinching my nipples, which Alex noticed, but something made me think that was a part of the plan. I was sitting there, with this stranger, attractive but still a stranger, tweaking and teasing my nipples before sticking a needle through each one.
And holy shit, did that hurt. Even with them covered, my shirt rubbing against them hurt and at the same time drove me wild.
When we got to Goodwill, Alex made Elliot drop off all his stuff himself and then get back in the car. The twink was sullen the entire drive back, but it just left Alex amused.
I realized then that Alex pushed his slaves and submissives in different ways. He didn’t make me throw all my things out right away, but he did lock me in a chastity cage on our very first date. He seemed to be able to read us submissives and decide how far he could push us and in what ways he could exert his control over each of us.
I was excited to have my dick sucked and even try topping, so Alex took away that ability because my dick was useless to him while simultaneously showing me how I didn’t need to use it to experience pleasure. I just had to submit to him. He took away my power to get myself off, made me dependent on him for something that mattered to me. Elliot was materialistic and put pride in his stuff, so Alex made him get rid of the clothes he’d bought for himself in exchange for what Alex selected for him. He used it to demonstrate to Elliot that he had the power to make him give up his belongings to serve Alex even as he provided him with something better, showing Elliot that he would take care of the white slut as long as Elliot was his property.
The rest of the drive home was uneventful, but after we got home and stripped, Alex led us to the bedroom. There, Armando was kneeling, sitting back in front of the bed with his hands in his lap and his head down. On the bed was an assortment of bondage tools, a cock ring, a leather mask with a hole for a mouth, a collar and leash, a ball gag, nipple clamps, a dildo about the same size as Alex’s cock and a leather flogger.
“Elliot,” Alex said without preamble, “on the bed on your knees, hands to your side. Don’t touch yourself. Houseboy, feed the new slave his pill then suck his dick and lick his balls. Jackson, get behind him, kiss his neck and tease his nipples. When I get back I want this slut fully hard and senselessly horny.”
We all got into position as ordered, Armando feeding Elliot a blue pill, and we started at our tasks and Alex walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I almost lost track of time licking and kissing Elliot’s neck and flicking, pinching and twisting his nipples. The slut’s moans and grunts and whimpers were like music. Unsure as I was what the point of this exercise was, I was still getting lost in all of it. I would always prefer sex with Alex over anybody else, but any sort of sexual act, even this, was thrilling. I loved being such a debaucherous slut.
When Alex came out about 10 minutes later, he was naked, wearing nothing but a sly grin. He ordered me away from Elliot and to the side and I watched as Armando alternated between sucking Elliot’s hard cock and licking his balls while Alex picked out some of the toys and equipment from the bed. Elliot was lost in it all, his head thrown back and rolling back and forth, moaning and whimpering softly.
Elliot didn’t resist or even react as Alex attached leather cuffs to each wrist then each ankle. Then he put on the collar without the leash. Elliot didn’t respond until Alex opened his mouth and put in the ball gag. Even then, all the white bitch did was open his eyes and looking questioningly at his master out of the corner of his eye.
“Lay back, arms and legs spread eagle,” Alex commanded Elliot. “Move the toys to the bedside table and then get on the floor, houseboy.”
The two did as they were told and Alex connected the cuffs to the ropes he had on the bedposts. He adjusted them until they were taut. I didn’t understand what it was all about until Alex put the cock ring on the slut and then took Elliot’s dick in his hand and started stroking. Suddenly, I got an idea of his plan.
“It doesn’t matter how I get my pleasure, it’s the job of my slaves to give it to me,” Alex said, looking at Elliot’s confused face but talking to all of us. “Your role in life is to make Asian men like me happy. And while I don’t often use my slaves for this, it is something I do sometimes and all the faggots I own need to understand that I am superior, just simply better than them, no matter what I do.”
It was true. Even if it was going the way I thought, Alex was superior. Armando, Elliot and I were inferior by virtue of being born not Asian. Whatever Alex enjoyed, it was our duty to submit and worship him with every tool and technique at our disposals.
So when I watched Alex for the second time take a cock into his mouth, I fought the deep stinging pain of jealousy and reminded myself that my pleasure and fulfillment came not from my dick by Alex’s cock.
My Asian master bobbed his head up and down, sucked and licked Elliot’s dick and rolled the slut’s balls around in his mouth, leaving Elliot moaning around the gag and squirming as much as the tight restraints would allow. After a few minutes he took the gag out and swung himself around.
“Rim,” he commanded simply, putting his ass where it was accessible to Elliot.
Alex let out a sigh as Elliot started eating his ass and then went back down on the twink. It was amazing to see. The bondage left Elliot helpless, clearly demonstrating Alex’s domination and superiority despite the fact he was the one sucking dick. At one point, Elliot started moaning loader and twitching, so Alex at up, smothering the new slave with his muscular ass and smacking his balls to stop a coming orgasm in its tracks.
“See,” Alex said in a patient tone, looking at me as he took Elliot’s balls in his hand and squeezing before he started jerking the bitch’s dick, “I like sucking a dick sometimes. But it’s for my pleasure, not his. This whitey is playing the role of a dildo.”
I nodded and Alex went back to enjoying Elliot’s dick, licking the head a few times before taking it back in his mouth. It still stung, seeing Elliot experience something I likely never would, but I had a new appreciation for it. It wasn’t being done for Elliot’s pleasure, but Alex’s. So much so that when Elliot started enjoying it too much he had his balls slapped and squeezed to stop him from getting too close to orgasm.
Alex sucked and licked Elliot’s dick for another 10 minutes, stopping briefly to hurt his balls because the slave was getting too close to orgasm twice more, then stood up on the bed. He kneeled near Elliot’s waist, put the ball gag back in his mouth and reached back to grab his cock.
“Lube,” he commanded. Houseboy fetched it for him and Alex slicked the dick and his own hole.
Then he took the dick and sat on it. Slowly, comfortably he sat all the way down. I felt dizzy watching it. How the fuck could anybody, even my perfect and supremely powerful Master, look so dominant slowly sitting on a dick to put it up his ass? He sat up with his back arched slightly, his gorgeous muscles flexed, his flawless skin glowing in the sunlight pouring through the window. Then, slowly, he started riding the slave’s dick.
Alex grimaced for a second but let out a moan of pleasure at the same time, bouncing on Elliot’s dick as his own cock slapped up and down on the white bitch’s lower stomach. He was hard as a rock.
I felt such confusing emotions watching my God ride his newest slave. Alex had in such a startlingly short period transformed me into a simple slut whose existence revolved around submitting myself to him so completely that I, for all practical purposes, didn’t even have a dick anymore. Alex’s cock was powerful and glorious. He fucked me with that perfect cock not only to give himself sexual pleasure but to remind me every day that he had something I didn’t. The act of penetrating me was one of dominance and power. It wasn’t just that he was in total, undeniable control over me but that he put his cock inside my body. Even when he fucked me sensually or romantically, even on occasions when he fucked me without degrading me, without touting his innate racial superiority, without being rough or abusive, when it eas as vanilla as sex could be with one man’s dick in a cage, Alex tipping me was an act of dominance.
Seeing him riding a white slut’s dick with a light sheen of glowing sweat across his perfect, muscled body, and watching his face twisted in pleasure with the occasional flinches of pain, hearing him grunt and moan softly as he enjoyed the sensation, challenged my worldview that while new had managed to consume my understanding of my existence and everything around me. Alex glanced over at me and smirked. He could see the confusion clearly in my expression. Amused by it as he was, Alex wouldn’t let the confusion poison my view of him.
Not breaking his pace, Alex’s hand came down fast and hard on Elliot’s cheek. The new slave yelped in surprised pain and started raising his arms to stop Alex, but his new God was too quick for him. Alex grabbed Elliot’s wrists and pinned them to the bed next to his head, hunching over.
“I may be riding… you,” Alex started saying, his voice husky and his breathing rapid, “but you are still… my inferior white bitch.”
The word “white” was practically acidic from his mouth, spat with such contempt it made my heart flutter. How fucked up is that? Me, a white 18-year-old, watching the Asian man who had enslaved me talk about another man being white with such a vitriolic tone, excited me. It made me feel, to criminally oversimplify it, good. The only way hearing this man, huskily and breathily as he rode a white twink’s dick for his own pleasure and with no regard for the whitey’s enjoyment, express such blatant scorn for white people because of our skin color could be so exhilarating is if there was something that society, at the very least, would say is wrong with me.
And I didn’t give a fuck.
Alex rode Elliot for a few more minutes before he let go of the white boy’s wrists and stood. He was breathing heavily.
“I’m not done with you,” Alex panted. “Sit up.”
Alex grabbed a fistful of Elliot’s hair and pulled up to his knees, the laid on his back in front of him.
“Get that pole in me, anglo,” Alex commanded. “Use it to please me.”
Elliot, still held by his hair and now hunched over, was panting, flushed and harder than I imagine he’d ever been in his life. He managed to get his dick lined up with Alex’s hole and pushed in. Alex let out a relaxed moaning sigh as Elliot sunk to the balls. When he was all the way in, he froze looked his superior Asian Master in the eye, his expression as he gazed as Alex one of weak, desperate, longing, pathetic submission, like he was waiting for more orders. It was such a total mindfuck to see a cute twink with all 6.5 inches of white dick buried completely in our Asian Master’s hole, looking down at Alex as he got ready to start — what? Fucking didn’t feel like the right word. Thrusting? Postponing? No — ready to start pumping his dick in and out, but still looking so pathetic and inferior. Alex, on his back with his knees pulled to his chest and his cock hard with a white slut inside him to the hilt, still looked so. casually powerful and superior and dominant
“Your white dick will never measure up to that of an Asian Man’s, but if you try with all your will you might still be able to use it to worship and please your Master,” Alex told him. “Now start fucking,”
I guess fucking was an acceptable verb, then.
Elliot started fucking and Alex grabbed his hand, wrapping it around that glorious Asian cock which Elliot dutifully started stroking. With his other hand, Alex released Elliot’s hair and instead grabbed him by the throat. Elliot was moaning like a bottom bitch getting pounded despite the fact that he was the top and Alex was sighing loudly and letting out soft, relaxed moans. He let Elliot fuck him for about 10 minutes before he shoved him back and stood on the bed.
Alex used his foot to shove Elliot onto his back and then grabbed the white twink’s ankles. He shoved them back, bending Elliot’s knees, folding him backward. He commanded Elliot to hold his legs back with his knees in his chest and grabbed the sub’s dick. He pulled it up from between his legs and lowered himself onto it, starting to ride it.
That position, with Elliot folded in half and his dick pulled up between his legs, was so submissive. Even though Alex was impaling himself on that dick he looked undeniably dominant. It only took him another 5 minutes riding before he waved Armando over.
“Stroke me, bitch,” he commanded.
Armando did as he was ordered and in about a minute Alex was unloading blast after blast of cum, most of it landing on Elliot’s face and body. The glorious Asian man rested his weight on Elliot, the twink’s dick still buried inside him, as he caught his breath. When he was ready he stood and then laid on the bed.
He looked over to Elliot and flashed a devious smile.
“Good boy,” he said. “Go ahead and finish yourself off.”
I watched as Alex laid back with his hands behind his head and Elliot began furiously stroking his dick. It didn’t take him long to finish, shooting his own load to mix with Alex’s superior cum.
“Let this remind all of you: I am the master and you are my property,” Alex said casually, still lounging. “Even if I’m using your dick, I’m still using it for my pleasure, the way I want to. Even penetrating me doesn’t make you my equal, much less my superior. You’ll always be inferior to me.”
That amplified the seemingly ceaseless mindfuck to which I’d been subjected since meeting Alex. That even in the traditionally submissive role of bottoming Alex was supreme to us was such a beautiful thing.
Before leaving the bedroom, Alex pulled a brand new chastity cage from a drawer and held it up for Elliot to see. Elliot swallowed hard and looked uncomfortable but neither of them said anything as Alex caged his dick.
As I watched, I felt a sense of pride. Alex Hwang-Tanaka, my Supreme Asian master, had seduced another white slut. Elliot wasn’t, in my own (probably arrogant) opinion, as hot as me, but he was still a cute piece of ass. That my Master seduced him to the point of turning him into a service top and then caging his dick was awe-inspiring. He was such a powerful man with such natural authority, commanding respect and admiration and obedience. And he’d picked me as his head slave, his favorite.
At the beginning of this relationship, I would have felt severe jealousy at another whiteboy getting Alex’s attention. Now I was overjoyed. He wasn’t the kind of man who should anywhere near monogamous. He was a gift to humanity and any man he chose should have the opportunity to submit their mind and bodies, even their souls, to him. Alex deserved to own however many whites and Latinos and other non-Asian racial inferiors as he wanted, to use them however he wanted for however long he wanted. I was proud to play any role whatsoever to demonstrate to others the ecstasy of submission to him, to bring him more devotees.
Elliot was a little sullen when that night he was sent again to sleep with Armando, but his mood changed rapidly when after brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed Alex went to Armando’s room and dumped a bedtime load down Armando’s throat.
Cuddled up next to my master in bed, I asked Alex about why Elliot was submissive to him even when he was obviously made upset by things like having to throw out his clothes and having the cage put on.
“His natural character is submissive,” Alex told me casually, playing with my hair. “He’s lived a privileged life and was probably spoiled growing up, so he’s having a hard time with not getting his way. But at the same time he’s so stimulated by my natural dominance and superiority that he can’t stop himself. Being in chastity for a little bit will completely fuck with his brain and help him learn to love submission to me and see it as his purpose.”
Alex was so patient with me, enlightening me to things my subby white brain couldn’t easily comprehend without his help. I was so thankful to him. He checked my nipple piercings one more time and then we fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up before Alex so I spent some time ironing his clothes and getting ready for my day. When he got up, Alex fucked Elliot and then sent him away.
“You’ll have that cage in until you see me again,” Alex told him. “I’ll be in touch.”
