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“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.”
Chapter 17
Two weeks passed rather uneventfully. I, of course, had my master’s delicious cock in my mouth at least once every day and in my ass most days. Riding that Asian cock, seeing the pleasure and satisfaction on my master’s face, tasting his cum or feeling him unload inside me, being praised for being a good slave, it all gave me purpose and drive.
Elliot visited the first weekend, the cafe staying on his white dick all but one hour-long fuck. He was more docile and pliable and desperate for Alex to use him than before, but that faded (though it didn’t disappear) after he was allowed to cum cage-free. He was sent away in chastity again.
I’d started to get into a more comfortable routine when Alex told me we would be having another new guest. It was after a hair pulling, ass slapping, name calling fuck. Alex buried his cock deep inside me and blasted a big load of cum as he choked me, then spat on my face. After he caught his breath, my master wiped away the spit and gave me a kiss. He gazed into my eyes for a few seconds before smirking.
“You belong to me entirely?” he asked
“Of course I do, goshujinsama,” I answered. The use of such a formal and honorific title made he chuckle.
“And your body is mine to use however I want? Even if it means sharing it with whoever I want?”
“Absolutely.”
I was getting a little nervous but extraordinarily excited.
“Do you care what I use you for or how I use you if I enjoy it?”
“Not a chance,” I answered, smiling softly.
I wondered where this was going but honestly it didn’t matter. I loved reaffirming my eagerness to be a white slave to my amazing Asian Master, forfeiting my autonomy for his pleasure, knowing that my pleasure and even my comfort were of little consequence so long I made Alex happy and comfortable.
“Are you proud to be my slave?”
“I’ve never been more proud of anything, Master.”
“Good,” he said with a tone of finality. “I want you to make an OnlyFans for yourself.”
My eyes lit up and his expression changed from serious to amused.
“I’m going to control it and it should go without saying that since you’re nothing but my property I’ll take the money,” Alex said. My excitement grew at the objectification and degradation. “I’ll make videos of us fucking and at least one of another Asian fucking you and we’ll post them on there. You’ll be totally exposed and uncensored, including your face, and that’s not open for negotiation. I might show my face later on but to start I’ll behind the camera, POV style.”
I was beaming up at him. This was such a fucking dream! The release of fresh hormones had my brain foggy and made me feel like I was practically floating. Alex’s cock was still inside me, and seeing my thrilled reaction to the news that he was gonna expose me for the Asian-cock-loving slave I am got him from post-fuck semi back to fully hard.
“You’ll set it up and do all the verification stuff today,” Alex continued, beginning to slowly and casually thrust in and out of me. “I’ve already got the first few videos planned, and I already invited Nhan to come over tomorrow. I’m gonna fuck him while you watch, then he’ll stay the night and the next day I’m lending you to him. He’ll use you however he wants, as many times as he wants for the day while I video it and you’ll be a good slave bitch and obey him without question. If you embarrass me…” he thrust hard and fast inside me, making me yelp and tense up, “you will be punished.”
I recovered quickly from the hard and painful thrust he’d used for emphasis and was again smiling up at him, eyes half-lidded from the ecstasy of being used again before Alex had even pulled out from the last time breeding me.
“Since you’re such a stupid white slave I’ll make this extra clear,” Alex continued. My eyes rolled back in the combined pleasure of being fucked by my perfect Master and being degraded by him. “You’re a slave. My slave. My property, and not a person. You’re putting out for Nhan because I’m ordering you to, not because you want to, even if you do want to. You’re obeying and pleasing him not for his sake but because you love and worship me.”
Alex’s continued, aggressive assertion that I am a subhuman white slut slave owned by and devoted to him only drove my mind deeper into sexual nirvana.
I’ll probably never understand why I find so much pleasure and even peace in being degraded and objectified to such degree, but then again I don’t want to.
Not knowing why, not understanding my own sexual deviance and the desire to have this beautiful, perfect Asian man own and control and use and abuse and degrade me made the experience even more blissful. It enhanced the feeling of being a stupid white slut slave who needs my Master to make me useful and take care of me. To some degree, I’d progressed in the transition from being a submissive slave for the taboo and kink to truly believing I was innately inferior and Alex was by the natural order of the world superior. Some part of myself, small but growing, believed that he truly was endowed with supremacy because of his Asianness and I was born because of my whiteness as his natural inferior destined to be submissive to him.
Without picking up the pace or saying another word, Alex’s cock started twitching inside me as he dumped more cum inside his white slave.
Alex gave me an external hard drive the next morning before leaving for work. He gave me a schedule and ordered me to follow it to the second. I would do some at-home workouts, clean the master bathroom, change the sheets on his bed, eat my bottom-friendly meals, clean up my pubes and body hair (as in shave it all) and watch what was on the drive between each scheduled task. I was strictly forbidden from touching my caged nub or even touching my hole with anything, much less fingering my slaveboy pussy or riding a dildo. I was encouraged, though, to play with my fairly healed pierced nipples and to scoop up any precum that leaked onto the chair he said I would sit in while watching and eat it.
Before leaving, Alex pulled my phone out from wherever it was he was keeping it (I wasn’t sure and honestly it didn’t matter to me — my master let me use it often enough that my mother and friends knew I was alive and healthy and safe) and checked my email, happily telling me my OnlyFans account had already been approved. I felt a rush of taboo excitement at that, already looking forward to making porn and sharing it for him. Walking out the door, almost as an after thought, he told me he’d be taking the next couple days off work, or at least doing lighter work all from home.
The harddrive’s contents turned out to be porn, more than 36 hours worth all combined into one long video. Almost every scene featured a white slut ecstatically putting out for rough, dominant Asian men, sometimes more than one at a time, while a few were of Asian couples having kinky sex. My mind was swimming in a brain chemical cocktail halfway through the first scene and I stayed in an almost dream state the entire day.
When Alex got home four hours after he got off work he had Nhan on his arm. The two looked like a couple going back to Alex’s place after a date, which wasn’t far off. They’d been out having cocktails. Nhan’s slave wasn’t with him (he mentioned later on that Bryan, who he referred to simply as “slave,” drove them to in Alex’s car here after they drank and then he left him to get an uber back to Nhan’s apartment to take care of the place). Armando and I were there, nude and on our knees to greet them and I took off both Asian men’s shoes and put slippers on their feet.
They were in the middle of a conversation and largely ignored the slaves on the floor. Nhan messed my hair as they walked by and that was the most acknowledgement I got.
We followed them in and Armando continued his housework. After a day full of following my master’s written orders and watching kinky gay porn featuring beautiful, powerful, dominant, superior Asian men my sense of reality was totally fucked. Armando went immediately to the kitchen and started prepping dinner while I sat on the floor in front of my Master after he took his spot on the couch. I leaned back, resting between his legs, and he reached down and petted the top of my head as he continued to talk to Nhan. I was so mindfucked that I wasn’t really comprehending their words. Pre still leaking from my useless dicklet, I luxuriated in his fingers caressing my scalp. Eventually they stopped talking and started making out, Alex’s petting on my head growing slower as he focused on Nhan.
Another hour later, I was sheepishly following them to the Master bedroom. They fumbled around as they undressed each other with their lips locked. The lights on, I had full view of their bodies. Nhan had built on more lean muscle and looked fantastic. Not as perfect as Alex, but clearly an example of Asian supremacy. Fully stripped, their cocks smashed against each other, they were a divine sight. Nhan was a few inches shorter than Alex. He stood up on his toes a little bit and Alex leaned down to kiss each other. Alex grabbed a handful of Nhan’s taut muscular ass with his right hand while his left arm wrapped around the Vietnamese stud’s upper back. Nhan had his arms wrapped behind Alex’s neck, one hand playing with the hair on the back of my Master’s head.
Still lip locked, they stumbled back to fall on the bed. Nhan crawled up a little so his knees were on either side of Alex’s hips, my Master’s cock resting in Nhan’s crack with a bead of pre resting on the tip. Christ, how I wanted to get down there and lick that precum off.
The two smooth bodied Asian men squirmed in pleasure as Alex massaged Nhan’s asscheek and Nhan moved his right hand back and forth between Alex’s nipples to tweak them. Alex moaned into Nhan’s mouth and then went to licking and kissing and sucking on his neck. He traced Nhan’s collar bone with his tongue then licked and nibbled his ear, Nhan moaning and whining in pleasure, then they went back to making out.
When the kiss broke and Nhan went down to suck Alex’s cock, my Master beckoned me to the bed. I sat there and he commanded me to watch my superior high school crush give my owner head. He started by slowly, deliberately licking the pre off Alex’s head, savoring the light and sweet flavor before taking the cock into his mouth. Alex’s left hand went to Nhan’s head, grabbing a fistful of hair and just holding it, not pulling or using it to move his head up and down on the glorious cock.
Nhan moaned around Alex’s cock as he alternated from shallow bobs of his head to deepthroating the Japanese-Korean dick. He obviously knew what he was doing, making me think back to those days in high school where he told me he didn’t suck cock. Now I knew the truth that he did suck cock, he just wasn’t going to suck my white dicklet. At first I felt a pang of sorrow, but in less than a second that feeling was washed away by the thought of how fucking hot it was that he used me to get head and get off with no intention of reciprocating.
Even back then, I imagined as I watched the scene unfold, it was likely because Nhan knew that white fags were sluts born to serve Asian men and that it was tantamount to heresy to suggest that an Asian man should reciprocate unless it gave him pleasure.
Nhan went from sucking Alex’s cock to licking his balls, then back to sucking his cock. He repeated it a few times before Alex let go of his hair and sat up a little, grabbing Nhan under his arms and pulling him back up to kiss some more. Still in a haze from watching mind-warping porn all day, my cock was leaking profusely. Alex saw it pooling on my thigh as he was bringing Nhan back up to kiss and as their lips were once again locked he reached out, found the puddle of pre, scooped it up with his index and middle fingers and fed it to me.
I savored my own flavor before swallowing as I watched Alex pull Nhan’s ass up and start massaging his tight hole. Nhan broke the kiss to sigh in pleasure, then went to licking and kissing and nibbling on Alex’s right ear. I saw his eyes half-lidded as my owner teased and massaged his hole. At one point he looked over at me to find my brows raised above puppy dog eyes, mouth open as I panted, overcome with lust and excitement from what Inwas watching, and smirked for a second before letting out a soft moan and returning his focus to Alex. Nhan was amused by my pathetic state of hopeless, endless arousal and growing obsession with Asian supremacy written in my expression.
Alex kept massaging Nhan’s hole as he softly commanded me, “Lube.” It took a half second to realize he was ordering me to get the lube for him. Breathing heavily I stood from the bed, the precum that had rapidly pooled up again on my thigh rolling down my leg. My locked dicklet was drooling, a thin but steady stream of pre leaking from the tip, as I stepped to the nightstand, grabbed the lube from a drawer and handed it to Alex.
He used his free hand to take it from me and open the cap, then moved it to Nhan’s ass and squirted a generous amount, using his still-massaging hand to coat the hole before pushing in with a finger. He took his time fingering Nhan, who was now focused on Alex’s neck, to loosen him up before spreading it over his own cock. The two stayed entangled and licking and kissing each other as Alex directed his cock to Nhan’s hole. Nhan reached back and helped him find the entrance, then let go and let Alex slowly press in.
Both moaned softly as Alex’s cock head penetrated Nhan and the rest slid in behind it. He moved slowly, going in and out at a leisurely pace for a while before the two rolled so Nhan was under Alex. Alex, now kissing and nibbling Nhan’s shoulder, took the Vietnamese man’s legs behind his knees and gently guided them to rest on his shoulders. The pace picked up a little bit didn’t get fast or rough. They were taking their time, enjoying the sex together.
While the display paired with my foggy brain did reinforce my view of Alex as the supreme Asian master he was, it also demonstrated how Asian men have sex with each other. When Alex fucked me, it was for his pleasure. My enjoyment was an afterthought. If I liked it, that was just a happy byproduct of Alex’s use of my body. With Nhan, it was clear that while Alex was in the more authoritative role he was also making sure Nhan enjoyed the experience. A couple of times, the Vietnamese man flinched or let out a quiet sound of discomfort and Alex changed up his pacing or position or angle. When Nhan expressed pleasure, Alex doubled down and focused on getting that reaction again and again.
Eventually they got tired of missionary and seemingly sharing the same mind rolled over, wordlessly but in graceful unison, and adjusted their position so Nhan was riding Alex. He kept it at a casual pace, bouncing up and down on the cock that hadn’t yet left his ass. I moved slowly, quietly, delicately around the bed to get a better vantage and watched as Nhan sat up and continued riding. Alex reached up with one hand and started working Nhan’s nipples back and forth. With the other, he took Nhan’s balls in his hand and gently massaged them. Nhan’s shafted bounced sexily with each up and down motion, leaking clear precum onto Alex’s wrist and abs.
When after a few minutes they agreed by what almost seemed to be telepathy to change positions again. Alex rolled onto his side. Nhan’s legs, already on either side on Alex’s hips, wrapped around his back as Alex took over the work. Alex moved his hand from Nhan’s balls to his shaft and started slowly stroking as he fucked Nhan on their sides. They started kissing again and Alex picked up the pace just a little bit. He wasn’t fucking Nhan at nearly the rabbit-speed he would drill my white pussy when he was getting close, but just enough to enhance the pleasure for both of them. His breathing grew quicker, as did Nhan’s, and about a minute later Alex groaned and pushed his cock all the way in. Nhan moaned as he felt Alex giving him his load, then when he was done cumming Alex went back to slowly thrusting in and out as he stroked Nhan. The Vietnamese man quickly began moaning a soft, high pitch sound and after a minute of it started cumming on himself, on Alex and on the sheets.
Alex let go of Nhan’s cock and moved his hands up to his face, kissing him deeply, passionately. Nhan’s arms wrapped around Alex’s body as he returned the action. The two caught their breath, Alex subtly pulling out as their tongues danced, and then stopped.
“That was fantastic,” Alex said with a sheepish smile I hadn’t seen before.
Nhan mirrored his expression as they stared into each others’ eyes.
“Been a long time since I bottomed,” Nhan said. “You’re a wonderful top.”
I was still panting like a desperate dog in heat after their breathing returned to normal. The two gorgeous Asian men kissed each other one more time, this one little more than a peck, then got off the bed. Alex grabbed my caged nub and balls as he stood, pulling me off the bed with them using only that part of my anatomy for leverage. It hurt a little, though mainly because of the steadily intensifying blue balls since I showed no resistance and thus no real strain was put on me there.
We walked back into the bathroom and Nhan got the cum out of his ass, then he and Alex took time casually kissing and exploring each others’ bodies as I washed them in the shower. While Alex was a little more hunky, his muscles thicker but not bulging, Nhan was built with lean, carved muscle. The two were each individually stunning and the differences in figure complimented each other.
After the shower they dried off and put on robes and walked with me in tail to the dining room. The two Asian men sat at the smaller dining table closer to the kitchen and I sat my naked ass on the cool tile next to Alex. Armando brought out dinner, plates for Nhan and Alex placed in front of them on the table and one for me placed on the floor, bowing to each of us as he did so.
“Go change my sheets again, Houseboy,” Alex commanded.
Armando answered in full Korean, something I hadn’t heard him do before, bowed and walked away.
“I know you told me Houseboy is a gorgeous slave, but I didn’t expect such a stunning Latino piece,” Nhan said as he and Alex started eating. I waited until both had their first bite before picking up my own chopsticks and starting to eat my more bottom-friendly dish.
“He really is a good looking slave,” Alex said between bites. “Almost as beautiful as Jackson, but not quite as proportional in his muscle mass and height. Before I locked up his Latin dick he was disproportionately large, too. It was a very pretty dick, but unbecoming of a racial inferior in my presence.”
“Is that why you first started locking your boys up?” Nhan asked, his tone polite. “To make sure they have respectful nub instead?”
Alex, his mouth full, nodded in response before swallowing and speaking.
“I locked him into a nub because it seemed like a good way to remind him that even seven inches of Latin dick didn’t make him my equal,” Alex said. “He didn’t really need me to lock his dick up, he was already so submissive and obedient, he even told me when he asked me to enslave him that he believed wholeheartedly in Asian supremacy and had been bullied for it. He’d only show interest in Asian classmates and Asian man celebrities and they’d say he had yellow fever.”
Alex took another bite before continuing.
“But he was a shower, and walking around my home doing his job with that dick swinging around seemed almost like an unintentional insult,” he said. “But after I locked him up I learned how useful chastity can be in breaking a slave. It helps turn them from an independent person to a hopeless, desperate slut who will do anything to please its owner because it realizes the only way it gets pleasure is by pleasing the master.”
I felt a surge of excitement hearing them talk so openly about how Alex used chastity to break and reshape us, all as if I weren’t there. I’d realized already that the dick cage was having that effect on me and I’d happily accepted it.
After overcoming the initial shock and fear of being enslaved and in perpetual chastity, I’d had time to think about my core self and realize that my fantasies of finding a strong man to care for me and protect me were rooted in my natural desire to be a submissive kept bitch. I’d been a bit too innocent to connect all the dots before, but the desire for a powerful and confident top had been the manifestation of my nature as a sub craving a dominant man to control me. Sure, I knew I enjoyed kinkier porn, but that hadn’t fully translated until after I gave my body and life to Alex.
The chastity cage was a way to manipulate me, fuck my mind, break my spirit, humiliate me, remove my autonomy, make me dependent on Alex. It was something that for the vast majority of people would be toxic and abusive but for me was aligned with my needs. The speed at which I embraced my existence as a naturally sex-crazed submissive and realized my masochistic pleasure wouldn’t be possible had it not already been a slumbering part of me. I think Alex recognized that, and believe that if he hadn’t seen it in me he wouldn’t have done what he did.
While he was abusive and rude and sadistic and dominating and manipulative and controlling with me, his ideologies of Asian racial supremacy weren’t pervasive. I saw it in the way he treated strangers no matter their race, the way I heard him once talk with a friend on the phone about the need for equality and love in society and the way he treated me with tinder love and gentle affection almost as frequently as he was cruel or demeaning or degrading.
Alex, for all his power and beauty and intelligence and innate authority, wouldn’t exercise such inhumane treatment of someone who didn’t already have a natural desire to be on the receiving end. He showed the uninitiated dignity and compassion. Hell, he showed his own slaves dignity and compassion in the right contexts.Even his disrespect toward his slaves was at its core respectful, given that he knew that’s what we wanted.
Knowing that about him made it all the more transcendent an experience to experience abuse and degradation at his hand. The understanding that my Master who’d brought me into his home and immediately began treating me as his natural inferior was a good, kind man deepened my devotion to him while simultaneously making his actions all the more cruel. Knowing that such a gentle and empathetic man stripped me naked and as punishment locked up my dick within minutes after I stepped foot in his home, that that man took my virginity while telling me it didn’t truly matter if I was ready, it was just such a sublime experience.
So the duality of his generosity to others and the use of chastity to twist and control my thoughts and worldview was exquisite. Almost as if reading my thoughts, Alex continued.
“It’s poetic to use chastity to break a slave’s spirit,” he said, setting down his chopsticks. “It helps them to unlock their true nature as simple whores destined to be used and abused by any man who seems better than them and realize how much they need a man like you or me to control them and give a purpose to their nature. It helps them learn how blessed they are to be put to use by a man who protects from the frauds who would prey on their obedient nature and their hormone-addled minds.”
I glanced at Nhan to see him listening intently to Alex. The way Alex spoke, he walked the fine line between mentor and peer. My Master didn’t come off as condescending while explaining his philosophy and what he’d learned with his less experienced fellow Asian slaveowner, just eager to share his knowledge.
“The reason we take ownership of them, control their minds and bodies and lives, is because they need a strong Master who understands what they need and will fuck them, use them, share them, humiliate them, discipline them, put their in their place,” he said.
He smiled warmly at Nhan, and Nhan returned the smile. Both of them had an affection and respect in their eyes as they gazed at each other. After a minute Alex picked the chopsticks back up and they both went back to eating.
“How well did that work with your white one?” Nhan said.
My ears perked up, knowing he was talking about me. I was interested to hear what my beloved owner would say about my growth and performance.
“Mm,” Alex grunted, quickly chewing and swallowing his food. He took a sip of wine then spoke. “Jackson is a great example. He’s a submissive white faggot to his core. I met him at a nightclub, could tell he’d used a fake ID to get in because of his body language. And I saw the way he was looking at men, all of them at least appearing to be superior to him. I just had to have him for myself.”
I blushed and stared at the floor on which I was sitting, holding my chopsticks over my plate but unable to take a bite as I listened.
“I knew that if I didn’t claim him right away he’d end up falling for some loser who just thinks he’s superior but is in reality nothing but an undisciplined imbecile with a controlling or sadistic streak,” Alex said. He sounded genuinely concerned for me as he recalled our first meeting. “So many of these so-called doms out there aren’t like us. They don’t understand the responsibility to taking ownership of a person, taking away their independence and humanity and replacing it with slavery. I do it — and I know from talking to you that you do, too — because we know that these submissive boys who are so inferior to us can only find true happiness under our control.”
I managed to take a bite, not wanting to seem unduly attentive to a conversation between two of my Asian betters.
“He was more obviously in need of breaking and training than any other unowned boy I’ve ever seen,” Alex continued. It was deliciously humiliating to hear him talk about me like this. “I did trick him, if I’m honest. Most sluts like Jackson aren’t wise enough to realize what they need on their own, but the moment I put him in chastity he became so pliable and obedient. He definitely still had work to do, but that first night I had him come here I stripped him and locked his white dicklet up in that cage and he didn’t resist me. He sat naked right at this table and had dinner with me, then when I took him to the couch and put him to use for the first time he was immediately worshipful.”
The pride that welled in my chest at hearing my Master talk about me with such obscure praise is indescribable.
“He’s struggled from time to time and I have had to punish him for being disobedient once when I commanded him to walk naked from the apartment to the car,” Alex said, his tone not chastising but his words recalling to my mind the memory of that harsh punishment. “And I can tell that he sometimes still wishes he got to experience things like getting head and topping, but he took to chastity and slavery so easily. There was practically no hesitation when the trial period was over and I asked him if he wanted to stay my slave for the rest of his life or until I decided to get rid of him — which, if he stays as submissive and keeps growing in his enslavement, I don’t think I’ll ever do — and I’ve had the opportunity to watch him lose his old identity and accept his true self as someone who needs to be owned and controlled.”
Nhan said something about putting Bryan in chastity first thing when he got back and Alex said he may have an extra unused cage that would fit him.
The rest of the meal they had casual conversation, getting to know each other better and talking about a broad range of topics. I managed to finish my meal before they did because their talking slowed their eating. When they were done, Alex looked down at me and saw that I’d leaked a virtual lake of precum onto the tile.
“Lick that up then take all the plates to the sink,” he ordered me.
I felt my stomach tighten at the order but there was no chance I’d show any hesitation in front of Nhan. I wanted to demonstrate how devoted I was to Alex and make him proud. I got on my hands and knees and stuck out my tongue. I was thankful Armando had cleaned the floors earlier in the day (something Alex knew or I doubt he would have given the order) as I lapped at my own pre on the floor. The tile was perfectly clean since Armando took such pride in his work as Alex’s slave, but the tile still felt strange on my tongue.
I was flooded with painful humiliation, nonetheless. Here I was in front of my old classmate, the same man who in high school had used me for head until he got bored, doing something so degrading, and doing it with such enthusiasm. The humiliation grew stronger and heated my body. Any more and I might have cried. But when I was done and I looked up at Alex I saw a face so pleased with me that the humiliation disappeared. It’s near overflow had an almost cleansing effect on me. I felt lighter, happier than I had before. And I was pretty damn happy before.
“Good boy,” he said with pride.
I couldn’t help but smile.
Alex and Nhan spent the rest of the night cuddled on the couch watching TV. I sat at their feet and Alex occasionally petted the top of my head. When it was time for bed, I walked into the Master bedroom to find everything needed to bind me up laid out on the bed. I felt a slight sense of dread, but then Armando walked into the room. Alex tied him up and then carried the Latino slave to his room and put him in the closet and told me I’d be sleeping in Armando’s bed that night.
As I was falling asleep, I heard Nhan moaning and Alex say how amazing it was that he was still so tight. The affection they were showing one another was a little worrying to me, the night having been like a real, formal date for them, but I pushed that out of my mind. If Alex ended up with feelings for Nhan, it would be my job as a devout slave to Alex Hwang-Tanaka to be happy for him. With that thought I started focusing on how wonderful it would be for Alex to find love with another Asian man, one who was in my eyes as close to Alex’s equal as possible and in their minds actually equal.
I woke the next day with the strangest feeling.
I could have sworn my dick was freed and fully hard. For less than a heartbeat I was thrilled, then without warning felt panic. My chastity was an important part of my enslavement to Alex, both to him and me. My eyes flew open and I pulled away the blanket to find my dick still locked up but straining to get hard like it had for days after Alex enslaved me. I let out a sigh of relief, entertained a fleeting thought about how fucked up it was that I was relieved to be the property of a man and then stood up. Armando was still tied up in the closet, the door open. He looked at me, discomfort in his eyes when they met mine when I started walking out of the room, leaving him there. Alex hadn’t told me to unbind Armando when I woke up and I didn’t think that was something I could decide to do on my own.
Alex and Nhan were still asleep in Alex’s bed, Nhan the little spoon as they laid on their sides. I figured with Armando helplessly indisposed I should make breakfast for my Master and Nhan. I cooked up a quick breakfast of fried eggs, bacon and pistachio pancakes and the two superior Asian men walked into the room right as I was finishing up. Neither said a word or acknowledged me as I served it to them. I bowed deeply and then asked permission to go get ready for the day and Alex nodded and waved his hand, gesturing for me to go.
I did all the normal preparation for my day: douching, showering, checking for any body hair (there were a couple under my arms that I quickly got rid of) and then ironing some clothes for Alex. When I was done and I walked back into the common area, Alex was walking into Armando’s room. When he came back out his Latino slave was following unsteadily.
“So,” Alex said as he sat back down at the table. Armando moved as quickly as he could to clear the table. “Today is the day. Jackson is yours to use how you want and we’ll record it and put it on OnlyFans.”
