What do 'ya mean 'sex is'nt love' wtf!!
Four boys sat at the big round table playing dominos, Alon, Spencer, Rick, and Craig. When the stewards begged ignorance of the game they were sent on under-the-table duty.
Rick sat across from Spencer, who was obviously enjoying the stewards efforts under the table.
Craig seemed to be losing interest in dominos as his eyebrows raised and he began deep sighs and low moans.
"Why are there so many dominos, anyway? This game will last all day." Rick was getting bored.
"I want to go see the slave/master show. The guy who's the slave has been there for three weeks. Erick and Derrick say he loves it, doesn't want to leave"
Spencer focused once more while keeping one hand under the table. "I was thinking it might be fun. You know. To do it for a day?"
Alon suddenly became alert to the sporadic conversation . "You sure about that, Spence?"
Spencer played his domino and realigned those he had yet to play. He shrugged as a reply to Alon.
"I hear the Priest is an alternate master. Sometimes even a second master to the one slave. Erick says he's brutal. We should at least go see it".
Nyah's head peeked over the table rim "I heard last week the slave let some of the Priest's piss dribble down his chin. The fucker went ballistic and brought as many of the audience who wanted up to use the slave as a urinal. I heard he had to swallow seven guys's piss. Shit, I might hold one down but more than that and I'd puke all over place".
"He'd make you lick it up. Priest's a real head case"
The theme of that particular scene is the slave is treated like a "true sex slave" whatever that is, Lolly's attention had left Alon's lap, he stood next to Nyah.
"A real sex slave is used for nothing but sex. When not getting fucked or whatever he gets throat training or fist training. The sex never stops, the master will always pick a couple from the audience to do whatever they please with the "fuck-boy".
Spencer served up this information with so much enthusiasm the others just stared at him.
"Will they let you do it for a day, Spence? I'd love to see that" Rick's rueful smile told everyone Spencer had already made his decision.
Wednesday was whipping day. The fuck-boy slave would be beaten with leather straps, knotted leather whips, bull whip, and whatever other piece of pain delivering equipment the brutal, sadistic masters could think of. Thursday the slave was left in his cage all day. No food. Only piss in his dog bowl to drink. Friday he'd be back on his knees ready for the morning routine at 6am.
"You know there are actually two slave stages. The one you're talking about is the punishment stage. Once in a while someone will volunteer for the fuck-boy slave role; but mostly resort guests' masters send their "disobedient" subs for "correction". The other stage is much cooler, the interns take turns being fuck-boy. There's a little rough stuff, like spanking and caning; but it's rehearsed beforehand. For the intern it amounts to a day in the sling. Electro, dildos, sometimes fisting. It's more fun to watch and Spencer, you'll like it better. They take a different intern every day. You could put your name on the list." Lolly spoke from experience, he'd be there at least once a month and would do more often if he was allowed.
"Well, I'm headed to daddy-day-care" Rick rose from the table and declared. He slipped on his thong and pouch "Anybody else?....great daddy cocks!!" Lolly and Nyah followed him out.
The other three slumped in their chairs, losing interest in the dominoes.
"I never thought I'd say this but I'm kinda fucked out". Spencer stated but Craig and Alon just smiled. Spencer was never "fucked out". He had a plan that didn't include the others.
Alon took Craig's hand and headed from the hotel to the resort.
"I hear the back of the estate is hardly ever visited but is pretty cool". Alon had made the plan while the two were wrapped around each other the night before.
The red headed Craig always got attention, wherever they went. The more people around the more attention. Alon wasn't jealous so much as worried Craig may find a new "love" interest. Alon had fallen pretty hard.
"What do you think about all this public sex?" Craig asked as the two walked the large green lawn littered with resort interns offering all kinds of carnal looking scenes.
"Depends on my mood I guess." As they walked passed a platform with twins, both with orange tails protruding from their butts while they self-suck. "Some of it's kinda hot" The two slowed as they passed the twins.
The two Asian boys were petite and hot. Their vibrators made the orange tails shake while they throated themselves. One twins released himself to greet Craig "Hey, red!! We ever getting together again?.......soon?"
Craig pulled Alon over to the platform, "Alon, this is Lyn and Ray. We've been bumping into each other all week."
"We're here for an another hour, wanna meet after? All four of us?" Lyn continued licking his dick's head as he spoke with a lascivious invitational grin.
"Nah!! We're sight seeing today. Maybe another time".
Alon was surprised Craig didn't agree to play, he'd always have sex when offered. In fact Craig was the one who would start a scene with strangers.
"Why didn't you say yes to those guys" the two had walked further into the lawn, sex scenes everywhere.
"Let's go as deep as we can. Find some private space"
The estate was extensive, it was clear to the observer that the owner had spent a lot of money to make it the oasis of the California high desert. Alon spotted a lone tree in the near distance. A perfect place. Alon had a plan. Little did he know that Craig had one, too.
The resort grounds were as green as any northwest forested park, a true desert oasis. Scented herbs grew everywhere, flowers that wouldn't survive here under normal desert conditions bloomed in striking colors at every turn.
Jason, the owner, had listened to his two "sons" to make a serene area far away from the blatant sex displays for calmer, more romantic couples. At first, the area was so inviting that Jason, Derrick and Erick spent much of the afternoon among its fragrant flora. It always turned into their afternoon sexual or non-sexual tryst.
Alon and Craig laid side by side on the grass under the flowering white dogwood tree, the sky was the bluest Alon had ever seen. The dappled sunlight painted their bodies with golden freckles.
"Have you ever had sex with someone that wasn't just a ....i don't know.....casual fuck, you know, hookup ?"
Alon rolled to face the red headed boy whose arms cradled the back of his head.
"Sure....like every night with you. We fall asleep wrapped around each other and wake up the same way. ....I think that's pretty "non-casual". Craig responded without looking at Alon, his eyes closing as if remembering something sweet.
"I was with an older guy for a while. Couple of months I think; he was a lot older, thirties or late twenties or something. Not particularly handsome, pudgy, always sunburnt. Sex was always slow, never rushed never rough, unless I made it so." Craig was remembering the pudgy "old-timer". "Sweet guy."
"Why only a couple months?"
"My "slut" came out. Had other guys over, he came home to see me being double fucked by two of his friends. It was never the same after that, so one day I just left. Made a little money from my fan page so I ended up in LA. There was always a warm bed to climb into there."
"So you live in LA? How long do you plan to stay here in the desert?"
The light became stars, chips of brilliant ice traveling down his body. They swirled and mated with each other, then broke again into a shattering field of ice. Alon watched, mesmerized by the display.
This boy was 'his'.....at least for now. Maybe longer if Craig let it.
"Don't actually live anywhere. I end up wherever I'm dragged off to. Stay until it's time to leave. Right now I live here, unofficially. On a day pass. Just haven't left."
Craig looked Alon in the eye, the two were face to face. The ice crystals floating over his freckled face.
"I'll stay until I'm dragged off to somewhere else. There's this big guy I met in the dark room, maybe he'll........"
"SHUT UP!!" Alon saw where this was going. He wasn't going to discourage it.....but. He really crushed on Craig. At least for while, maybe he'll stay.
"We have a room here and one at the hotel, we can stay here as long as we want. I think."
Craig's eyebrows raised, waiting for Alon to finish.
"You can stay with us.....with me".
6am Thursday morning Spencer was on his knees with Thursday's master's cock in his throat. The master held the boys head in place, then pushed his cock the last two inches into his throat. Spencer felt the panic right away; the master noticed it, sensed it. After a beat the face fucking began, Spencer was breathing through his nose when he could, but the master seemed to want the boy to squirm. This went on for almost fifteen minutes, until the master came deep in Spencer's throat.
The cum taste fresh in his mouth, Spencer again took his master's cock head in the mouth.
"Close those lips boy. Every drop!!"
Tears rolled down Spencer's cheeks from the face fucking as this master fed him "from the tap". Swallowing quickly, gagging, the master's piss gushed through Spencer's mouth and followed the cum shot down his throat.
"Good boy! ....pretty red hair. I liked seeing that red mop bob on my cock. I'll be back with a friend to test out that skinny ass."
The master walked off stage while an assistant arrived and took over the sex slave's morning routine. Spencer's hands were held behind his back, ankles shackled together. Clumsily he raised off his knees and stood up. His knees were on fire, he'd been on his knees all night; the assistant forced him back into the kneeling position to wait for his master. During that time Spencer was face fucked by the assistant over and over, in an effort to edge himself to his inevitable climax, hopefully before the master returned.
Spencer had been up all night. His mouth was still filled with the master's taste. His stomach has his master's first morning load and morning piss. His knees were about to buckle and send him into a face plant on the platform floor.
And then the assistant sadist took his turn, by first zip tying Spencer's wrists together.
The Viagra was forcing his penis to strain into the cage he was wearing, the butt plug in his ass alternated between vibration and a charge of electro.
Spencer asked himself 'Why didn't I do this earlier. This is pig heaven, man'.
"Get on the table, slut!" The master had returned. The assistant did as he was told. Ankles and arms strapped to the table, the assistant's head hung over the edge.
"What's this?" The master saw the wet penis of the prone boy, with a finger, tasted it. "CUM!!!? I didn't give permission for that, slut! " the master slapped the boy's dick. The grimace pleased the big man, but he seemed to want this slutty assistant to pay for his transgression.
The master was over six feet tall and well into the 200 lb range. His leather harness was studded with pointed barbs, as were his wrist guards and collar. The tattoos was bright colored depictions of faces yelling in pain. His cock was tattooed with the words "ALL THE WAY BITCH"
Master Paul was a professional BDSM porn actor. The antics on the platform with these boys was child's play compared to the scenes he performed on film. The grown men in his videos were muscled men like himself but the scenes were sado-masochism at its most extreme. These boys cared more about the sex than those actors in his videos, where little or no sex was performed.
The master used a mallet to tap lightly on the assistant's scrotum, each tap evinced a groan until the boy was screaming for the man to stop.
"The only cum on this stage is mine, from now on you're in chastity and I think I'll connect it to nipple clips. The ones that make you bleed."
The boy writhed at the man's pronouncement.
"And a ball humbler. All week, all day"
"You! Bitch!!" The master advanced on Spencer "On the table with the fucking slut. Butt on his face. I want two wet holes."
With obvious difficulty Spencer rose off his knees, he'd been on them for 9-10 hours.
"Slow motherfucker!!" The master pulled Spencer by the hair to the table where the assistant was strapped. Lifting Spencer by his waist, he was positioned so his asshole was as close as possible to the other boys mouth.
"I think I'll prime you two before I plow you both" the master took a long skinny dildo and shoved it hard and deep into Spencer's so far untapped asshole. As the master laughed at Spencer's startled and loud response, the dildo was thrust in and out. Deciding to alternate, the black dildo was then shoved into the assistant's open mouth and deep into the throat. Spew flowed from the boys mouth as the dildo repeatedly gagged him.
Fifteen minutes of "priming" and the master began fucking both boys, rapid fire one after the other after the other. Spencer's ass then the assistant's throat. Back and forth. The loud slapping sound of thigh against cheeks excited the crowd watching the scene to erupt in shouts of carnal encouragement and applause.
Spencer whispered "Fuck I love this!!"
A whimpering moan of agreement was heard from the boy underneath.
