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When Nhan came out of the bathroom, Alex gave him a silk robe with a simple blue and light blue design to wear and sent me to clean out my white boycunt. After I finished, we left the bedroom and I served them a lunch of salmon and tuna sushi Armando prepared. I knelt next to the table on a small pillow as they ate and chatted.
“Your white male has such a tight cunt,” Nhan said at one point. “I was super impressed since I’ve seen how big your cock is. I’d think you’d have stretched him out using that hole.”
Alex chuckled between bites.
“He’s got a beautifully tight pussy,” Alex told Nhan.
I got that familiar thrill as I listened to them talk about me as if I were an inanimate object or not in the room. A subtle but powerful and intoxicating objectification.
“It helps that he’s not my only slave,” Alex continued. “I use Houseboy, too, so there are plenty of opportunities for him to tighten back up. But even then the way his white hole recovers so quickly is one of his best traits.”
About halfway through their meal, Alex motioned to Armando. The houseboy brought over a third plate of sushi, only two pieces of tuna and a piece of salmon, and put it in front of me on the floor. I turned to Alex and thanked him with a bow, my forehead a centimeter above the floor..
“In Japanese,” Alex said plainly as I straightened up. “Arigato Gozaimasu.”
I bowed deeply again.
“Arigato gozaimasu,” I said meekly.
“Good boy,” he told me.
He turned back to his food and conversation and I picked up the first piece of tuna and savored it.
“I’m in the process of Asian-washing him,” Alex told Nhan.
“That’s actually pretty hot,” Nhan replied.
“Taking it slow, though,” Alex told him. “It’s fun to watch him adapt as I strip away pieces of his whiteness bit by bit and replace them with aspects of my Japanese heritage.”
I took the salmon piece and ate it.
“I never thought of that,” Nhan said, sounding impressed. “Gonna have to do that to my white boy. Vietnamese might be more difficult, though. Tones and all.”
“I haven’t had to yet, but if my boy resists or has trouble accepting the erasure of his white identity I’d just use some heavy handed punishment to make the lessons stick,” Alex said so casually, as if talking about giving me extra homework instead of causing me intense and lingering pain.
It made my stomach turn and my caged white dicklet strain in its confines. A part of me wondered if just a little slip would earn me lighter punishment. I was confused, longing for my owner’s punishment even as it scared me.
But what would be the morality of that? As a devout worshiper of Alex as my Asian God, intentionally disobeying him to earn the blissful pain of his physical correction felt like a sin. Like crossing a line. I was devoting myself to him, to pleasing and obeying him, so being a bad slave on purpose seemed too far. Maybe I should just tell him I was craving his sadism?
“That makes sense,” Nhan said. “I’ll be honest, I don’t really enjoying hurting my boy unless I’m fucking him. I love making my whiteboy hurt and scream and even cry when I’m using him, but I tend to try correcting him without physical pain.”
“Mm,” Alex answered as he swallowed a piece of sushi. “I’m the same about punishment. I do have a sadistic streak and like hurting Jackson and Armando sometimes.”
I swallowed my last piece of sushi a little extra hard as I heard him say that. Fuck. I wanted him to hurt me again.
“Punishment feels like work but sometimes it has to be done,” he finished.
“Do you only Japanese-wash him?” Nhan asked. “I know you have a hyphenated Korean-Japanese name.”
“Most of it is Japanese,” Alex said. “There’s a little more ceremony, I guess you could say, in modern Japanese culture, or at least recent Japanese culture. Modern Korean culture has more elements of American and western culture sprinkled throughout. Japanese culture is more often less compatible with his American upbringing, so it’s a more extreme transformation. But I will be replacing some American culture and habits with Korean ones.”
I yearned for more Asian-washing. It was so beautiful to embrace Alex’s heritage at the cost of my own. It was so sexy of Alex to permanently strip me of my identity, erase my sense of self, demolish my Americanism and whiteness, all to replace it with the cultures of his own heritage. To make me less of myself and more of his slave, his property, to mold me into an obedient and docile sex toy and servant.
“I honestly can’t believe I’ve never thought of Asian-washing my white boy,” Nhan told Alex.
“It’s amazingly satisfying,” Alex said. “I mean, when you think about it Asian-washing an American is pretty synonymous with civilizing the white barbarian. It’s hard work but it’s worth it. Your whitey will be happier for it, too.”
You’re so right as always, Goshujinsama, I thought.
Armando came over and took away the plates and set to washing them. When Alex and Nhan stood, I bowed my head a little and waited.
“Follow,” Alex commanded me as they walked to the couch.
I followed them and knelt on the floor between them, where Alex pointed. His strong hand found the top of my head and he petted me as they put on a Korean drama.
“I want some head,” Alex said simply.
He didn’t have to phrase it as an order, I knew my purpose was to give my master whatever he wanted. When his hand left the top of my head and he began undoing his pants I spun myself to be between his knees.
My mouth watered as he opened his pants to reveal his thick, long cock hidden behind yellow Addicted briefs. I was suddenly aware my mouth felt awkwardly, even uncomfortably empty as I watched him slip the underwear down under his balls. When he pushed his heavy cock up with his thumb at the base I hungrily slid it into my mouth, sighing as feeling him in my mouth relieved that uncomfortable emptiness.
His cock was so stiff, silky, thick, warm and natural in my mouth. I felt like the spongy mushroom head was at home sliding into my throat. I took him all the way to the root and reveled in the sensation of his trimmed pubes on my upper lip and his smooth, full balls on my chin. He let out a sigh of pleasure as I swallowed over and over around his cock.
“Shit,” Nhan breathed. “You wanna make a POV threesome?”
“Ooh,” Alex moaned as I slid all the way up to the head, flicked it with my tongue then went all the way back down. “Hell yeah, if you want. This slut’s on loan to you anyway.”
Nhan let out a string of whispered obscenities as he stood and let his robe fall to the floor, revealing his fully hardened Asian rod. Alex pulled his phone out and held it horizontally and started to record. Nhan grabbed a bottle of lube Alex had on the side table next to the couch. He knelt behind me and put the lube on the floor next to him. Grabbing my thighs he pulled my ass up so I was in doggy and immediately went all-out eating my ass.
I moaned helplessly as I swallowed Alex again, making him moan.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Alex growled heavily. “Eat that whiteboy pussy.”
Fuck, I love that sweet objectification.
Nhan licked and sucked on my hole, then bit my left cheek, making me yelp with Alex’s cock halfway in my mouth. Alex chuckled at that and grabbed my head by the hair.
“Choke on this Asian cock, whitey,” he grunted as he shoved my head down and held me there for more than a minute. And choke I did, gagging and even feeling that panic rise as he held me down. I grew less aware of Nhan feasting on my ass and more focused on my need to breathe. It wasn’t easy but I did my best to focus instead on the sensation of Alex’s cock choking me than the actual sensation of being unable to draw breath.
When he released my head I drew his cock out of my throat and coughed around it. The moment I suppressed the cough enough to continue I took him all the way back inside my throat and went back to work.
Nhan spent another minute or two savoring my cunt then sat upright on his knees.
“Gonna wreck this white cunt again,” he said softly, more for the three of us than the camera.
He took about two peas worth of lube, enough to make penetration easier for him but hardly any less difficult for me, and put a thin coat of the liquid over his cock and my hole. He didn’t waste time, grabbing me by the hips and thrusting his hard cock, so rigid it stuck straight forward. He got halfway in then slowed down, reveling in the feeling of sliding into me.
“God,” he sighed when he bottomed out. “Your slave has such a great hole.”
I enjoyed the compliment almost as much as the two Asian cocks using me from either end. Nhan started moving in and out of my pussy slowly, gradually speeding up as he moved a hand to caress my back as I kept working my mouth, tongue and throat on Alex’s cock.
“How that mouth,” Nhan asked breathily.
“Mouth and throat are both talented,” Alex responded dreamily. He ran his fingers through my hair and started petting me. He did that for about 30 seconds then took my hair in his fist and held my head in place as he thrust up and down, tucking my face.
I loved this. I genuinely thought I’d never have the honor of being spit roasted, used by two superior Asian Men. I was happy and satisfied and even excited about a future of being fully used exclusively by Alex, but he in his supreme wisdom and graciousness decided to gift me with the opportunity of not only being used by another Asian man but to be shared at the same time with Nhan, getting stuffed with Asian cock in both ends.
Nhan was going full speed in my hole now, both hands back on my hips. My eyes were teared up, not only from Alex in my mouth and throat but also from the pain of Nhan’s rough fucking.
Nhan wasn’t trying to make this last and soon growled, buried himself balls deep inside me and unloaded with throaty moan. Alex recognized it immediately and shoved my face back down into his crotch. I felt lost in the ecstasy of Asian cock breeding me and Asian cock choking me at the same time.
When Nhan was done he slipped out and Alex yanked my head off him. He pulled me up to kneel on the couch and Armando was quickly there putting a towel under me so none of Nhan’s cum would leak onto the couch. Alex got behind me, spat on his cock and spread his saliva, then with his cock lined up at my hole changed his mind.
“Missionary, bitch,” he ordered.
I eagerly complied and Alex pushed my ass in the air, arching my back, then shoved in full force.
“Fuuuuuuuck yes,” he groaned as I yelped.
His cock hurt like hell, the pain radiating through my body from my insides, but I wouldn’t trade that pain for anything because it meant my God was getting some use out of my hole. He powerfucked me for about 10 minutes without slowing even for a beat, then dumped his own load inside me.
Alex and I panted in unison as he held himself inside me post-orgasm. My balls were blue and aching, not only from the ball torture Nhan had inflicted when he fucked me the first time. The pain was now mainly because Nhan had again avoided my g-spot and Alex had done the same to be certain I wouldn’t cum, but I loved that ache. I knew I was so lucky to be denied orgasms as my God and his new friend, my ex, used my inferior white body to enjoy multiple orgasms. It seemed right that I wasn’t cumming. I didn’t deserve to. Only my superior Asian doms did. If I had an orgasm it would be because Alex wanted me to, for his own pleasure, whether that was the satisfaction of seeing me cum as a reward for good work or to enjoy the fact that he could make his caged white slut cum so easily or for the amusement of seeing a load seep out the cage confining my locked white dicklet or whatever other reason. I say Alex, but I guess in this case Nhan could make me cum, too, if he wanted.
Alex knelt between my lifted legs as his cock softened slowly. As he caught his breath he seemed to remember he was videoing — I’d completely forgotten the phone recording everything, overcome by my passion for serving my God and Nhan, my love of Asian cock, my need for Asian cum.
“How’d you like your first spit roast, whitey?” Alex asked me as he focused the camera on my face.
“I loved it, Goshujinsama,” I answered breathily. “Thank you so much.”
His free hand was in my hair and pulling my head up off the couch before I knew what was happening.
“Say it the right way,” he ordered in a terrifyingly calm tone.
“Yes, Goshujinsama!” I blurted out, knowing immediately what he meant. “Arigato gozaimasu!”
“Good whitey,” Alex praised, releasing my hair and letting my head drop back to the couch. “Now, then. Let’s see that hole.”
Alex sat up straight and leaned back, aiming the camera at his still-mostly hard cock resting inside me as he softened. Slowly he started pulling out, grazing my g-spot and making me moan ravenously. When he got to just the head inside me he paused, then pulled out even slower. I felt so empty as Alex and Nhan’s warm, thick cum leaked out and rolled down to the towel beneath me. Alex put the phone’s camera right at my pussy entrance and ordered me to push the cum out.
It felt so good to experience the sensation of so much cum leaking out of me. My own precum was leaking out of the cage and mixing with their Asian cum.
“Beautiful,” Alex said airily. “That white boypussy is so ran through but it still tightens up beautifully. You really were born to be an Asian man’s bitch.”
“Yes, Goshujinsama,” I said in barely more than a breath. “Arigato gozaimasu.”
He smiled at me when I said that, then used his free index and middle finger to scoop up some of the cum cocktail leaking out of me. The camera followed his fingers as he brought them to my lips. I was glad to see it was pure pearly white. I knew Alex wouldn’t feed me the cum leaking out of it weren’t clean (I would almost certainly be punished for not cleaning myself enough in preparation), but I was still relieved.
I opened my lips and Alex stuck his fingers in my mouth. Keeping it open, I licked the generous serving of Asian cum from his fingers before closing my lips around his fingers to get every last drop as he pulled them back.
“Let me see,” he commanded.
I opened my mouth and showed the cum he fed me.
“Swallow and show me again.”
I did as my owner commanded and he caressed the side of my face, slipping a thumb into my mouth that I sucked for a second.
“Tell us what you are,” Alex ordered me.
“I’m a pathetic,” I started, my breathing still slightly labored, “inferior, stupid, depraved white barbarian slut born to be colonized and civilized by you, Goshujinsama.”
“How do you feel about being my property?” Alex asked. “About being dehumanized and objectified and enslaved?”
“So lucky, Master,” I answered, the authenticity of the statement clear in my voice. “I feel privileged to belong to you. I’m honored that I get to submit my whole self to you.”
“And how do you like being shared with another Asian Man?”
“I love doing anything that brings you pleasure, Goshujinsama,” I answered without the need to think. “It felt amazing being used by both of you together. Being able to serve you both, to give you both pleasure, to earn being bred by both of you. I don’t deserve that, it’s so generous and gracious.”
Alex quirked a proud grin and motioned for Nhan to come closer. As if they were speaking telepathically, Nhan knew what Alex wanted. His cock was still about 60% hard when he rested it horizontally on my chin. Alex put his palm over Nhan’s cock and grazed my lower lip with his thump. I opened up and Alex took Nhan’s cock and guided it into my waiting mouth. I suckled and licked gently, knowing his cock might be sensitive. When I’d cleaned it to his satisfaction, Nhan pulled out and smacked his cock, now back up to about 80% hard, on my forehead.
As he was doing that, Alex moved my legs out of the way and positioned himself on my chest. I opened my mouth wide for his cock. He circled my open lips with the head, then slowly slid himself down into my throat the back up, resting about halfway in as I cleaned him, too. When he was done getting cleaned by my mouth, Alex pulled out and rubbed his cock on my face to get my saliva off.
“Anything else to say?” Alex asked, resting his cock on top of my lips with the head poking under my nose.
“My name is Jesse Yamazaki-Wook and I’m proud to be Asian-owned and exclusively Asian-used.”
Alex messed my hair and smirked again before turning ending the recording and putting the phone down. He sat down on the couch and grabbed me, moving my body like a ragdoll to sit on his lap facing him. He put his left hand on my lower back and brought his right hand to my face. His thumb stroked back and forth as we stared into each other’s eyes.
Nhan sat beside Alex and put an arm over him, resting his head on Alex’s shoulder. Alex didn’t react except a brief grin. He looked like he was as lost in me as I felt in him.
“You did such a good job, babe,” Alex praised me.
My face grew hot as I blushed. It took work not to look away from him, feeling strangely embarrassed at being praised like this in front of Nhan.
His next words came with the same genuine tone of affection and pride despite their degrading nature. Fuck, I loved it when he did that.
“So submissive and docile and just such a talented whitey bitch,” Alex praised me.
Outsiders might have thought that was an insult, but I knew Alex praising me for embracing my place as his inferior property was equivalent to when he told me he loves me.
“You know what you are, don’t you?” He asked softly, as if whispering sweet nothings in my ear.
I nodded and gave a soft, “Yes, Goshujinsama.”
“You’re a slave and a toy,” he continued. “You’re property, my property. Not a person. Your only value is in what you can give me, what you can do for me.”
He leaned forward and gave me a peck on the lips, neither of us breaking our eye contact.
“You’re just a pathetic, inferior, stupid, depraved, white barbarian slut—“ he was feeding my words back to me “— and you’ve embraced it gorgeously. You couldn’t hide how much you love it even if you wanted to. How much you love being stripped of your western sense of dignity and American individuality. Stripped of your rights. Robbed of your personhood.”
I was overcome with the pride of a prized slave. Overwhelmed with love for my Asian Owner and unable to speak, I simply gave little nods of agreement with him. His hand on my lower back slid down and he gently teased my hole, well-used now but still surprisingly tight. Alex had bred me minutes before but I was still so tightly wound with lust and sexual hunger, so his finger playing with my whiteboy pussy was sending waves of sexual sensations through my whole body.
“Do you like being praised by the man who owns you?” Alex asked me.
I found my voice long enough to answer that I did.
“Do you like being played with so casually, like an fidget toy?”
I nodded, once again unable to speak.
“I’m proud of you,” he said. “I’m proud of how willing you are to be my slave. How eager you are to please me. How easily you are to control and manipulate and mold into whatever I want. How desperate you are to worship me, to diefy me.”
I blushed even deeper.
“You’re my God, Goshujinsama,” I whispered back.
“I know, baby,” he said with a smile. “I am your God and you please me so well.”
“Agirgato gozaimasu,” I answered softly.
“Your God and his friend are gonna relax now,” Alex said. “You clean up the mess you made with our cum and then I’ll tell you what to do next.”
“Yes, Goshujinsama,” I replied.
I love how he made it my fault that there was cum on the towel and on the floor that leaked out of my boypussy after he and Nhan dumped their loads inside me. Logically it wasn’t my fault, and for some reason that made it so hot that I was being blamed the messy aftermath their orgasms.
He slipped his middle finger into my cummy hole, touched my g-spot so lightly I barely knew what caused the electrifying sensation to jolt my body, then pulled it out and drew my face to his.
Alex kissed me and I kissed back, our lips dancing for a full minute before he broke the kiss and held my face against his, his lips at me left ear.
“I love you,” my Master whispered so softly I could barely hear and Nhan couldn’t at all.
“I love you, too, Goshujinsama,” I answered with the same quietness.
“I know.”
Alex sat me up straight and lightly smacked my ass.
“Get to it, slave,” he commanded me.
“Yes, Master,” I answered, climbing off his lap to find my knees week.
I saw some cum on his finger and some that had leaked onto his inner thigh and was slowly rolling down toward the couch cushion. He’d told me to clean up the mess I’d made with their cum, so I started with that ring finger, taking his hand and looking at him for any sign of disapproval as I wrapped my lips around it and licked it clean. Then I did the same as I bent down, looking up at him as he seemingly ignored me, licking the cum off his thigh.
I grabbed the towel from the other end of the couch — Nhan had tossed it there to make room to sit — and wiped up the cum drops that leaked from my ass to the floor between Nhan breeding me and Alex moving me to lie on the couch.
When I stood I saw Nhan smirk at me, the same cruel smirk he’d give me after dumping a load down my throat and refusing to reciprocate in high school. He shifted his eyes to Alex and moved a hand to his cheek, turning him to look at Nhan, then kissed him. Alex kissed back. Their hands found each other’s bodies. Alex teased one of Nhan’s nipples and Nhan ran a hand down Alex’s abs. I watched for a few seconds as they made out, stunned by the beauty of these two powerful and dominant Asian men kissing passionately and feeling a ping of distress at the way Nhan so easily drew my Master’s attention to himself — the result I knew Nhan wanted when he smirked at me.
I took the towel to the laundry room and threw it in the washer. I turned it on, retrieved another towel in case they wanted to use my body on the couch again went back. When I arrived, Nhan was in Alex’s lap, grinding up and down with Alex’s cock sandwiched in his ass cheeks. Alex was still mostly hard and obviously enjoying the interaction. It made me happy to see my Master enjoying Nhan’s attention, so much that the jealousy was gone. So what if Nhan was getting Alex’s attention? My owner was enjoying it, and that was all that mattered.
I walked back to the couch, set the towel on the arm and then knelt a few feet away from them. I lowered my head but raised my eyes to watch Alex’s cock slip and down Nhan’s feet for a few more minutes, my breathing heavy and my brain swimming in a lusty fog, until they stopped. Nhan sat back in Alex’s lap and put his arms around the back of his neck.
“It was so hot to see you praise your boy and remind him that he’s a white trash bitch at the same time,” Nhan said huskily.
He leaned forward and put his head on Alex’s shoulder, his face turned so he could see me there out of the corner of his eye. I saw Alex look at me and smile affectionately. Nhan saw the smile and looked at me. He grinned when he saw me.
“The way the slut was blushing and so happy,” Nhan said, still looking at me and smiling. But what was that? A hint of affection from him to? “I gotta admit, I was jealous when I saw you leading him around on a leash at the gallery. That flawless whitey skin, tight muscle, little useless, caged nub, so eager to please you. The look in his eye. I could tell immediately you’d made your slave fall in love with you, made him so obsessed with you.”
Nhan leaned back and looked at Alex, but Alex’s eyes stayed on me. He enjoyed hearing Nhan praise his slave, hearing him talk about how obvious my love and devotion were.
“I’m not jealous anymore, though,” Nhan said. “He was fated to belong to you. The way you’ve broken him and molded him and totally fucked his mind is incredible. He exists to serve you and that’s obvious.”
Alex stared at me for a few more seconds. I’d raised my head to look back at him. Then he looked at Nhan. There was an affection in his expression then, too, but it was different. Like a close friend whose bond was made stronger by casual sex. And he looked at him as an equal, I realized. Alex loves me, but the power dynamic was a clear, everyday part of our relationship. He was my beloved Asian owner and I was his prized white slave. The love he had on his face looking at Nhan was absent that dynamic, but it was also absent the romantic affection he showed for me.
“I think it really was destiny,” Alex told Nhan. “There are so many whites out there, and so many of them would be easy to make my slave, but if Jackson was the only one I owned I’d be happy.”
I was on the brink of crying. Armando’s face flickered briefly in my mind. I didn’t know where he was or if he would be hurt by Alex’s words if he could hear them. But honestly that didn’t matter to me that much. I cared so much more about Alex declaring such intense endearment for me.
They chatted for a minute longer, Nhan saying he was pleased with his current white male but hoped he’d find a cunt like me some day and Alex encouraging him to trust that it would happen, before Nhan rolled off Alex’s lap to sit on the couch next to him again.
They watched the show for a few minutes, the two of them cuddling, before Alex gave me my next command.
“Come my guest a foot massage,” he said without looking at me.
I crawled over, Nhan smiling at Alex and thanking him before flashing me a derisive smirk as he lifted his right foot off the floor slightly and wiggled it. It was awesome to hear Nhan thank Alex for a foot massage I was about to give him. It was yet another thing to drive home my slavehood.
I took Nhan’s foot in my hand and kneaded it, honestly not sure how to give a proper foot massage but doing my best. He seemed to enjoy it. I spent 10 minutes on his right foot, then another 10 on his left. I’d just switched back to the right foot when Nhan, at some point starting to leisurely stroke his cock, spoke.
“I think I’ve got two more loads in me today,” Nhan told Alex. “Maybe three. I’d love to get all of them out of me and into your whitey, or maybe on.”
“Have at it,” Alex said with a little laugh. “How you want him this time?”
Nhan pulled his foot from my hand with a thoughtful expression.
“Hmm. I think I wanna record what that mouth do,” Nhan said. “Show the whole world how this bitch sucks Asian cock. Maybe with a collar and leash. Or even better, do you have a leash to connect to his cage?”
My mouth Nhan wanted to show off was already watering.
“Great idea,” Alex said, handing his phone to Nhan to record. “You can have both, collar and leash and cage leash.”
Alex and Nhan left the room for a moment, leaving me there. When the came back, Nhan set the gear on the couch and sat back down, spreading his legs wide.
lI’m starting to think I need to cum again, too, so I’m gonna go get my Latin bitch and use it,” Alex told Nhan. “I’m sure Jackson’s gonna be a good boy for you, but if he’s not you have my permission to discipline him however you want, just let me know if you need the punishment room. Have fun.”
Alex stood and started walking away, taking with him my sense of security. I felt so vulnerable, so helpless.
“Behave yourself, slave,” Alex called out to me as he walked toward Armando’s room.
I looked up at Nhan and felt strange. He knew me before I became Alex’s slave. His was the first cock I’d sucked. And even back then, every time I’d swallowed his cum and seen the sadistic amusement on his face as I pathetically begged him to return the favor “this time,” I’d always thought somehow that the dynamics were equal. I wanted his cock and he wanted my mouth. I tried back then not to think about how I wanted his mouth and he had zero interest in my cock.
“Bow,” Nhan commanded me, breaking my train of thought. “All the way down.”
I did as I was commanded while listening to Nhan continue talking.
“We’ll start the video there, I’ll rest my feet on your head and have a little fun while you’re in that position, then when I snap my fingers you’ll crawl over and start serving my cock.”
I waited a moment then felt the leather of the collar come around my neck. He fastened it, not too tight but enough to be slightly uncomfortable. He attached the leash, I heard him lean back and then suddenly felt one of his heels on the back of my bowed head, then felt the added weight of his other foot with his ankles crossed. He relaxed like that for a beat, maybe a minute or two, then muttered something to himself in Vietnamese.
Nhan removed his feet from the footrest that was my white slave skull and I waited for the snap.
It took me a moment to figure out what happened when I felt a stinging impact to my left cheek. It wasn’t a hard impact, just enough to hurt a little and knock me off balance. I was halfway on my right side when I reoriented myself.
“Bow properly,” Nhan barked. He spoke more in Vietnamese, his tone a mix of venom and amusement as I got back into position.
It wasn’t until the second blow came that I realized he was kicking me. The third strike hit me on the side of the head. Nhan was pulling his toes back and kicking me with the balls of his feet, talking to himself in Vietnamese as he did. The third kick knocked me off balance again and Nhan again barked an order at me, this time in Vietnamese, but I knew what he wanted based on context and again repositioned myself.
I felt so humiliated as he kicked me again and again and again, and I repositioned myself in a full bow for more abuse again and again and again. I wasn’t tied down. I wasn’t laying on top of me, holding me by the hair, burying his cock deep inside me, holding me by the throat. I was freely bowing on the floor in front of him to allow him to kick me.
I stopped counting after 10. It was quite a few after that, none of them truly painful and all only momentarily disorienting, that Nhan spoke to me in English again.
“I’m on your knees, barbarian,” Nhan commanded me, practically spitting the last work.
I did as I was ordered but kept my head down until he commanded me to look at him. I did to find him looking happily at me. He’d just finished kicking me, but he didn’t look angry or disgusted or condescending. He just looked amused. He brought a foot up and ran his toes across my chest.
Then without warning Nhan pushed me backward with his foot. He reprimanded me before I’d finished falling.
“Get the fuck back up, cunt,” he said, his voice calm and slightly annoyed. “If I knock you off balance you get the fuck back into position immediately.”
“Yes, sir,” I said as I got back up to my knees.
He didn’t say anything else in English after that, and when he spoke Vietnamese it was under his breath.
Nhan reached out again with his foot, this time going for my caged nub. He teased it for a little bit, then put the ball of his foot on my sack and applied light pressure. I whimpered from the accentuation of dull pain created by the earlier torture and my blue balls but held my position. When he released the pressure, Nhan put his foot under my right arm and lifted. Thinking I got what he wanted, I raised that arm and put my hand behind my head. He did the same with the left, so I guess I was right.
He went back to exploring my body with his feet for a few minutes before holding his hand out in front of him, poised to snap. My eyes locked onto his hand and I waited with baited breath.
He snapped.
Immediately I was on my hands and knees again and crawling over toward him. He held his cock up and I dove down on it. Almost immediately he took hold of my hair and yanked my skull backward so I was looking up at him and the camera. I remembered his orders when I was sucking his cock before the first fuck of the day and kept my eyes on him the rest of the time.
I slurped up and down, swirled my tongue around the head, used my lips to pull his foreskin up and down, deepthroated and made rapid, shallow bobs of my head up and down on him. I kept my eyes up, admiring his abs that bulged in his slouched position on the couch, his eyes narrowed in pleasure, his jawline and full lips As I was coming up from a deepthroat he lifted his legs, put the over my shoulders, crossed them behind my head and pulled me down again, lodging his cock in my throat and holding me there.
I was gagging around the thick 8.5 inch rod, trying my best to swallow and adapt to accommodate and forgetting to keep my eyes on him. He noticed that and moved his legs back to their original position while simultaneously grabbing a fistful of my hair. He made me look at him again and quickly slapped me. It made a loud smack and stung my cheek but he knew what he was doing — the pain wasn’t what the sound would suggest.
I got the message and Nhan moved my head down and shoved my face in his balls. I got to work lapping at them, sucking gently, kissing them. I loved the silky feeling of his sack on my face. When I went to lick Nhan’s taint, his balls rested directly on my eyes. Their hefty weight was thrilling.
I started to feel guilty about enjoying serving Nhan so much when I was Alex’s rightful property but remembered one of the revelatory thoughts I’d had at the gallery: if Alex commanded me to have sex with another man, enjoying it would just be a deeper worship of Alex. With that I redoubled my efforts. I licked at his balls like they were the most delicious thing I’d ever experienced.
Nhan muttered in Vietnamese and grabbed me again by the hair. I loved the tearing painful feeling as he drew me upward by my hair, then the roughness as he shoved me back down on his cock, stuffing all 8.5 inches in my mouth. Alex’s throat training of me kicked in and I managed to open my throat to Nhan before he was half way in even as he shoved me down quickly.
There’s something about choking on a gorgeous Asian cock that can’t be fully defined. I think every whitey faggot in the world would be happier if they experienced it. It was instantly addictive, even as my mind early on screamed at me to get the intruder out of my throat so I could breathe. Now my mind begged for it. Nhan’s occasional Vietnamese words groaned and panted under his breath were like a siren song to me, driving me to work harder and harder to please him.
My eyes stayed open and on him. Nhan’s head was thrown back and he held the phone up in the air over him to capture video of his face and whole body as he enjoyed his place as my superior, declared such by the very laws of nature. He was gorgeous, strong, powerful. I felt sub-human looking at him and knew that feeling was right. He was an Asian man and I was a white barbarian faggot. I was born to create sexual pleasure for Asian men. Alex was like an emperor of some Asian country, born with unlimited authority, and it was as if I was specially bred to love and worship him unconditionally. He was a living God — my living God. Nhan was a guest in my God’s palace and the honor of being loaned to him in the same way someone might lend a book or a tool was indescribable.
And, I realized, I might as well think of myself as a tool rather than a person. I was a tool for Alex’s sexual pleasure. I was a tool for Nhan’s sexual pleasure. I found myself hoping I would soon get the opportunity to be a tool for Yuto’s sexual release, too. That I would be loaned to Jae so he could use me how he wanted — knowing full well he would want to torture me, make me cry and scream and beg before brutally fucking me to near unconsciousness.
I felt a renewed devotion to Alex as I savored Nhan’s cock. I used my lips to “chew” and Nhan’s thick spongy cockhead as I thought about pain again. I felt my hole twitch recalling the pain Jae had caused me. He loved hearing me cry and scream. He got so much enjoyment out of trying to break me and force me to beg him to stop, and he was impressed that I hadn’t broken. I wanted to experience that again. Not the pain for the sake of the pain, but enduring the pain for the pride I saw in Alex’s face and for the boost to his reputation among other masters. Yes, it’s true I did enjoy the pain even if I didn’t realize it. But the real reason I wanted to endure it again was to show off that I could. To make Jae and whoever else may watch or have Alex’s permission to hurt me be impressed with my Superior Asian Owner.
As Nhan yanked me off his cock, twitching as he stopped right at the edge, I realized that I wanted to worship him as feverishly as I worshipped Alex. I wanted him to be impressed, not with me because I’m nothing but a slave not even qualifying in my own mind as a person, but with Alex. Impressed even more with how Alex broke me. How he broke my will and resistance and made me fall in love with him, how he molded my young 18-year-old mind into a cumslut desperate for both his owner’s cum and his approval. He took me that first night, claimed both me and my virginity as his property. Told me that he would fuck me for the first time whether I wanted it or not — and yes, he gave me the opportunity to say no, but I’m sure he knew without a single doubt that I wouldn’t deny him.
He said he would fuck me whether I wanted it or not, but what he meant was he was going to fuck me whether I realized I wanted it or not. He knew I wanted it. The question served more to reveal my need for his dominance more than to actually give me a way out. Sure, if I’d said no he would have respected that, but he knew I wouldn’t say no.
I was a sex addicted faggot sub and sure some of that was naturally in me but Alex deserved the credit for taking a nervous twink virgin fresh out of high school and making me what I am. He found me up at a club, just knowing I would enjoy a life of being dehumanized and dominated, owned and denied autonomy, prohibited from ever experiencing a blowjob and from topping would be better than anything I could ever imagine. That I would quickly grow to understand the cage forever confining my pathetic white dick was a symbol of his love for me.
My dick strained in its cage and I mentally laughed at it. It was futile. Pointless. My dick didn’t matter. I didn’t matter. What mattered was Nhan. He liked humiliating me, so I would embrace it and open myself up to full humiliation. He wanted to hurt me, so I would resist my natural instinct to protect myself and give my body to him to abuse. He wanted to degrade me, so I would mentally participate in the degradation and, when asked, enthusiastically degrade myself verbally, too. He wanted to use my mouth for his sexual pleasure, so I would open wide and invite him to do whatever he wanted. He could choke me on his cock so long I passed out and I would say “arigato gozaimasu” when I came to.
All because of Alex and my love for him.
I sat watching Nhan’s cock twitch a few times then saw his foot coming up. Mentally I braced myself and physically I tried to relax so I wouldn’t flinch away as he again kicked me in the head. I actually let out a cry this time. He kicked me harder than he intended, I think. It knocked me off my knees and to the ground, but I didn’t flinch. As I got back up I saw a flash of worry in his face. But he saw me smiling, so he let go of his concern and surprised me.
His foot came up the moment I was back in position and smashed into my balls. It was a gentle kick but still knocked the wind out of me. My eyes teared up and Nhan moved the phone in close to show me start to cry as I gasped for breath. Nhan didn’t give me a break. He kicked me in the head again then grabbed me by the chin, lifted my face and spat on me. He put his index finger at my lips and when I, a crying mess, opened up he shoved three fingers in my mouth. He pulled them out, spat in my mouth and slapped me four times in rapid succession. He leaned back, watching me heave and try to recover from the kick to my balls, then snapped his fingers. It took a quarter second for me to remember what that meant but when I did I went right back to his cock. I wasn’t done hurting and I was still crying, but why the fuck would they matter? My God’s guest was given permission to use me how he wanted, and he wanted to use my mouth and throat. I had no right (or any desire, for that matter) to resist. Alex had full and indisputable possession over me. I didn’t give consent for anything, Alex did. My existence belonged to him, including my will. If he wanted me to do something, that meant I wanted to do that thing. I was free from thought.
I was still on serious pain, but my dick was trying harder than it had all day to get hard. I ignored my dick and focused on Nhan’s cock. That’s why it was in a cage to begin with. Alex, in his amazing wisdom, knew I would be happier without something as trivial as my dick or my own sexual pleasure to distract from his. I fucked my own face and throat on Nhan’s cock. His moans and gasps of pleasure at my ministrations created in me more pleasure than I could ever get from my own pasty mayoskin dick.
He wanted what was best for me, and he knew what was best for me was to devote my life to doing what is best for him. What was best for me was to be beaten down, broken, abused, used, ravaged and trained to live for him. To place his pleasure, happiness, convenience, reputation and luxury above even my own most basic needs. Because he would provide for my own most basic needs and so much more. Part of those most basic needs, and the most important of my basic needs had become Alex’s pleasure and approval. I ate food because to please Alex I needed to be alive. I drank water because I had to have it to survive, and I had to survive to devote myself to Alex. I had to breath so that every breath could continue be used to honor and serve him.
Alex knew I needed him before I even knew his name. He knew I needed to be conquered, colonized, enslaved, shown my true nature. I would forever be indebted to Alex for showing me that I’m really a slave and not a person, that I exist solely for him and that without him and his exclusive ownership of me, my life was pointless and would always be empty and miserable. He gave me purpose and rescued me from the misery of existing as a white trash barbarian whore with free will. Depriving me of that free will was a beautiful and thoughtful gift.
I increased my efforts even more as I felt Nhan’s balls draw close. This time he didn’t yank me away.
“Fucking stupid white bitch,” Nhan muttered barely loud enough for me to hear, then blasted his third load into me. I swallowed greedily and dove down to the hilt, letting him pump his cum directly down my throat. When he was done cumming, Nhan pushed me off his cock and to the ground. He put his foot on my face and held it there, kicked my head a couple more times — much lighter than before — and kicked my locked up nub around gently before reaching down and helping me up. He sat the phone on the end table, propped up against a lamp, and pulled me into his lap and into a passionate, almost desperate kiss.
