Monday morning, after a few hours sleep, I woke up and Avyan was not there. I lay, thinking. My body ached, my ass was sore, my jaw muscles felt weak from having cocks jammed in my face. I realized my hand was not attached to the bed, but I was very aware of the heavy, tight metal ring that sat at the base of my cock. I realized I would have to be careful when I washed so it wouldn't fall off, since I couldn't have an erection all the time.
But the world felt different. I felt calm. I had reached a level of total abasement and I wanted to be there. My life was no longer my own. I got up because I realized there were many things I needed to do. I made coffee and eggs and toast and as I was finishing the eggs, Avyan came into the kitchen and sat at the little table. I shyly put a plate in front of him and a cup of coffee. I said, “Is there anything else you need, sir?”
“No, Nick. Thank you.” And he started to read the paper that I had left on the table. I felt proud that he was happy. I wanted to get on my knees and worship his cock, but it was not my place to make such a suggestion.
I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself. I had a shower and I felt the ache and sting of having been fucked so much which I felt was merely evidence of my worthlessness, but I washed myself thoroughly, then did what he asked. So before I put the butt plug back in, I lubed my asshole really well and replaced the plug. I felt ready. There was plenty of bottles of lube, I realized. He must have decided I needed the help and I was glad I didn't have to go shopping. So I took one to bring with me as well as extra douche equipment that he must have bought for me as well. I took this into the kitchen where he was still eating breakfast. “I want to take this with me. Is that all right, sir.”
He smiled at me. “Of course, Nick. That's why it's there. You need to be prepared.”
I felt happy. I was both pleased and guilty that approved of me. I went into the bathroom again, but then went back to the kitchen. “Is it all right if I put on cologne?”
He stared at me for a moment. “No, Nick. I think I want you natural. If you smell like cum, then that is how you smell. You are a cum whore, after all.”
I felt deflated and excited. “Yes, sir.”
“Go into the front hall and put your clothes on and wait for me.”
I had been wondering about that and felt relived it had been made clear. I went to the hall and realized he had put clothes out for me. They weren't ones I had brought with me. There was a pair of sleek grey pants and a dark blue shirt that hugged my body and a light green blazer that I wouldn't have thought to wear, but when I looked in the mirror in the hall I was amazed. I looked...sexy. It wasn't a way I had ever thought of myself. There was an expensive looking pair of loafers and socks. He thought of everything and somehow they all fit.
I sat in the chair, looking at some notes from my briefcase. When he finally came into the hall, I said, “Thank you for the clothes, sir. I really like them.”
He regarded me, looking at me from head to toe. “They look good on you. You are a very handsome man. Don't forget it. Let's go.”
We drove to work and it was as if that switch went off in his head and he became the cheerful, industrious boss. We discussed upcoming work, designs that needed to approved, a commercial to be made. It felt friendly and collegial.
That feeling lasted. The only thing that felt different was the butt plug that was in my ass. That felt exciting. Otherwise it was a normal day and I relaxed and felt competent and in control. I had employees myself and I needed to be in charge and I found that I could. I felt I could impose my will on them in a nice but firm way. It was something I had never been able to do before.
Just after lunch he called me into his office. He said, “Kneel.”
I was surprised but complied. In his office? But he walked over and locked the door. He opened his pants and fed me his cock. He fucked my face for a few minutes really hard but then he said, “Take your pants off.” I did and I felt him remove my butt plug. He fucked me just as hard, using my hair for traction. I wanted to make noise, but I kept my mouth shut and just breathed heavily. He didn't last long and with a couple of deep thrusts I knew his cum was filling me. It felt like an injection. I felt used but in the best possible way. This was my purpose. A receptacle for his cum. He pulled out and fed me his cock to clean it off. Putting the butt plug back in he said, “You are my cum dump for today, cocksucker. Get back to work.”
I pulled my pants on and it was like nothing had happened, because he immediately went back to discussing a current project I was working on. But every so often he gave me a sly grin, which made me feel really nice.
The end of the day came and we left without him asking for anything more. We got home and despite the fact that I took my clothes off at the door, the evening was uneventful. I made dinner and we enjoyed it with some wine.
It wasn't until I had cleaned myself up that he asked, “Do you bring any work home with you?”
“No, sir.”
“Then go into the bedroom and lie down. I will join you in a moment.”
I did as he asked and I felt excited. He came in after a few minutes and I watched him remove his clothes and he got on the bed moving up to my face so his hard cock was touching my lips.
“Do you want this cock?”
“Yes, sir.”
He slapped me on the cheeks with it. “I'm trying to decide if I want to fuck your ass or fuck your face. Which would you prefer.”
“My face, sir.”
“That's what I assumed a cum whore like you would want. I'm in the mood, so I'll give it to you.”
He he straddled my face and pushed the head of his cock into my mouth. “Suck.”
I sucked. He kept the head of his cock on my tongue and I sucked it as if it was a big straw. I could taste the precum flowing out, and the taste of him, and the light musk of his body. But after a few minutes, he suddenly shoved it down my throat and I almost spat him out, but I managed to allow the head of his cock enter my throat and he took hold of my head and started to fuck. The whole length of him went deep then he pulled out, and then back, over and over so that spit and precum drooled from my mouth.
After a few minutes he pulled out and said, “Jack me off. I want you to make me cum. If I get dry, use your spit.”
I was getting really excited. I started to slide my fist on his cock and every few strokes I spite on his cock to keep things smooth. His length looked imposing at such close range and I was getting used to how much precum he produced and I took the risk of licking it off which he seemed to enjoy.
I went a little faster and he said, “I'm almost there, cocksucker. I'm going to cum down your throat.”
He was true to his word because he suddenly pushed my hand away and his dick slid to the back of my throat and cum started to spew. I was getting used to choking on it, and swallowing that salty, tart cum. He pulled out and the last spurt landed on my nose and dribbled onto my lips.
“Don't move. I want to see my cum dry on your face. ”
I said, “Thank you sir.”
“I want to tell you what will happen on Friday. We will come home from work and you will prepare yourself as you did last Friday. Then we are going to someone's house where you will service six men. While you do this, I may or may not be fucking you. I want to see how you do with taking multiple loads. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good boy. Now I have some work to do and I may need your input. Let's go to the living room.”
And he was suddenly all business again and I could be the adult, competent, clear, talented guy that I was realizing I actually was. And that he knew that I was. It felt amazing.
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The rest of the week was similar. We went to work, I made dinner, he gave me a load of cum – either in my throat or in my asshole, either in his office or at home. At home, we did some work and went to bed, where he was warm and affectionate.. He always slept behind me and at least one night he made me take out the butt plug and stuck his cock in me and we fell asleep that way. I loved the feeling of him in me while I dozed off.
Friday came and we returned home and had dinner and I cleaned myself thoroughly. He told me to put on some cologne because he thought these men would appreciate it. I lubed myself and put the butt plug back in.
As I got to the main door, there was a pair of leather shorts – like the ones Lars wore the previous week – nothing else. The weather was warm, but I suddenly felt afraid that I was going out into the world in nothing but these shorts. I put them on and realized my ass looked really good in them. I was struck that he knew what I should wear to look the sexiest. I had never thought of myself that way. My chest looked lean and the shorts accentuated the trail of hair that led from my belly down into my crotch.
We left and made our way to the garage. As he was driving out of the parking area, he said, “You look very good, Nick. I think the men will be pleased.” I felt a rush of happiness and pride.
Then he said, “These men are a little older than we are. Not much, but mature. They are businessmen and friends of mine, so I expect you to be polite, obedient and completely submissive.”
“Yes, sir.”
We got to a house on a tree-lined street. It was big and had all kinds of cars in the driveway. We went into the house and Avyan brought me upstairs to a big room. In the middle of the room, two long straps that were looped at the ends hung from the ceiling.
We walked over to them and Avyan said, “Kneel down.” I knelt and he put my arms through the straps and tightened them. I realized they supported the weight of my body as I knelt. He pulled my shorts off so I was naked on my knees, my ass slightly extended behind me for, I assumed, easier access. Avyan bound my arms behind me with another strap which made the loops taut under my armpits. The last thing he did was removed my butt plug.
He looked at me and I realized he was admiring me. “Everyone will want to fuck you when you're sitting like that, but your asshole is mine tonight. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Fucking right.” He slapped my ass.
A few minutes later six men came into the room. They were all wearing chaps or leather jocks and nothing else. There were a variety of cocks and different colours of hair and skin. I felt my dick getting hard and exquisite fear ran through my body.
Avyan said, “Hello, everyone. This is the cocksucker. He will service you tonight.”
The men nodded and looked excited. The ones in chaps already had half-hard cocks and the guys in jocks removed them. They all had good sized instruments and some were shaved, and some had lots of pubic hair. One had a Prince Albert, but the rest were bare.
Avyan, who had been in jeans, unzipped them, and extracted his beautiful cock. He came over to me and rubbed it on my face until it was hard. I could smell him. I wanted him.
He said to the men, “But remember. The cocksucker is mine. I am offering him to you because he is a pathetic cocksucker and he wants nothing more than to suck you off, but tonight only I get to fuck him.”
A few men said 'yeah' and rubbed their dicks in anticipation.
There was silence in the room, but then two of the men came up to me and stood on either side of my head. They pushed their cocks toward my face. All I could do was open my mouth. The first cock in my mouth was from a dark-skinned guy, and the cock was thick, but not overly long. It stretched my mouth but I was able to take it. I used my tongue to massage the underside. He slid into me and fucked my face slowly and I loved the taste of him.
Then he pulled out and let the other guy, who was tall and blonde with muscular arms, slide his big piece into my mouth. It was bigger than Avyan and I had to choke a few times to take it, and I had to overcome my urge to gag and he was rough. He pushed it deep and it attacked my throat. His balls were low and huge and they slapped my chin as he thrust roughly into my face.
My eyes were closed and I heard Avyan say, “You like having cocks stuffed in your mouth, don't you?”
I managed to nod, my mouth still filled with this huge muscular tool. I almost gagged, but then he pulled out and the two stepped back. Two more guys came forward. I swallowed, tasting precum and sweat. My own cock was as hard as rock and I suddenly felt Avyan's hand on it and he gave it a quick stroke. “Look at the cocksucker's puny dick. He loves this.”
For anyone else, those words would provoke anger, but in that moment I was the pathetic cocksucker and his words felt like the highest praise.
I looked at the new cocks being presented to me. One was tan, like Avyan's and a similar size, the other was the one with the Prince Albert and it was thick and meaty and the guy had a forest of dark pubic hair. I turned and opened my mouth to it. They guy growled at me. “Take my prick, whore.” He shoved it in my mouth and took my head in his hands and fucked my face for a moment. It wasn't as long as the others, so I didn't gag, but it was intense and there was a sharp animals taste of his sweat and sex. The PA smacked my teeth and sent jolts of electricity through my body.
He pulled out and the other guy's dick slid into me. He was more gentle but he pushed deeper and each time he pushed into me he seemed to be reaching right into my throat. I did gag and cough over his cock. He sneered at me, “That's right, cocksucker. Choke on this thing.”
But he pulled out and I realized they had some sort of agreement to take turns. The last two guys came up and they proceeded to slap me with their dicks, spattering precum on my face. They were both long and lean cocks with big, cut heads. I looked at the guys and had the distinct impression they were brothers. That excited me and my dick twitched. Even if they weren't it turned me on. But the thought was lost as one of them leaned in and jammed his cock deep into me. I gagged again, and coughed over his dick. He pulled out and the other slid in immediately and they alternated fucking my throat a few times.
Then they pulled out and stood back. The six of them were standing all around me stroking their throbbing meat. Two of them were stroking each other. But they were all looking at Avyan as if for instructions. Avyan said to me, “Do you like having six cocks to suck, cum whore?”
I was out of my mind with lust and almost whispered, “Yes, sir.”
“I can't hear you, cocksucker.”
I almost yelled, “Yes, sir.”
“That's better. He stepped closer to me and without warning, slid his cock into my asshole, gripping my hips. He said, “Now I'm going to fuck you slowly and you are going to take these cocks. You are going to love these cocks and choke on their cum. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.” I could hardly speak I was so turned on. The blonde guy with the huge instrument stepped up to me first. He grabbed my head and jammed that piece into my throat, my willing throat, and thrust really hard. He had an almost angry energy and his muscular thighs drove his cock deep and I gagged several times, but he just kept going and I wanted him to. I felt abject and pathetic but wanted my mouth to be used, I wanted to be the receptacle for his cum. I looked up into his eyes and he gave me an evil smile and pushed harder.
I became aware than Avyan was fucking me a little deeper as they guy used my face as his fuck-tool. He said, “You love this, don't you cocksucker?”
I couldn't answer but it was obvious I did. I moaned into the huge muscle in my mouth and the guy thrust even harder, jamming himself deep and then he pulled out. I could tell he had almost cum and I said, “Please give me your cum.”
He laughed and slapped my face with his cock. “Not yet, whore. But soon.”
His dick was replaced by five others. I lost track of them, although the ones I assumed were brothers I paid more attention to. They seemed to work as a team and alternated and at one point, they tried to fuck my face together, stretching my mouth and managing to get the head of their cocks well into my mouth. One of them said, “Look at the fucking cum whore, he's taking us both!”
Avyan laughed as he fucked me. “He has a talented mouth, doesn't he? It's all he's good for.”
They continued to alternate and the energy got more and more intense in the room, and Avyan would fuck me hard, then stop, then start again, as if he was edging himself. I lost track of time and space and identity. I just lived in that moment for cock. I wanted all their cum.
The first guy to cum was the big blond guy with the enormous dick. He was fucking my face and I was choking on it and streams of saliva were drooled off my chin, and I was overcome and turned on beyond anything I could imagine. He pulled out of my throat and as his dick left my mouth it started to blast cum into my face, three big spurts that landed on my nose, my cheeks and the last one right into my mouth. I coughed and swallowed. He rubbed his dick through his cum and fed it to me, cleaning my face off with the end of his cock. I almost came without touching myself. Avyan had stopped fucking, but then he started again, and said, as if he was reading my mind, “Don't you dare fucking cum, cocksucker.”
I looked into Avyan's eyes and nodded, cum dripping into my mouth. The guy with the PA stepped forward and rubbed his dick through the remaining cum on my face and he fed me his dick. The PA hit my front teeth and jarred my whole head and he jacked his cock into my mouth and soon there was more jets of cum coating my tongue. I coughed and cum slid out of my mouth and dripped onto my chin. I swallowed and took the rest of it, and wanted more. The remaining guys seemed to be feeling the same because the dark-skinned guy pushed in from the other side and as soon as his cock was in my face, he blasted and kept going, shot after shot and I tried to swallow, but I was choking on his cum and the cum from the previous one. It spilled out of the corners of my mouth when he shoved his dick in my face.
I heard Avyan say, “Take it, cocksucker. This is what cum whores are born for and you are a cum whore. Nothing else.”
His words were making me crazy. I felt the thrill of abjection and the mouthful of cum I had was proof that I was nothing. I was the empty vessel for all the cum. The guy with the tan cock moved in and his dick slid into me and he fucked my face with long powerful strokes and without warning on a particularly deep fuck, his cock erupted into my throat, his cum going almost directly down my gullet. I gagged and would have spat him out if I could, but he was holding my head down on himself, but I felt gratitude for being taken, and taken so roughly. His balls felt hot on my chin. He pulled out of me and smacked my face with the dripping length, spattering my face with cum that continued to drip off my face. My jaw and chin were coated and I could feel ropes of cum dangling from my chin.
The brothers came up to me and did their thing, alternating deeply fucking into my throat or smearing the head of their cock all over my face, then switching. Avyan said, as if reading my mind, “Open your mouth and take their cum at the same time, cum whore. This is what you fucking want, isn't it?”
I opened my mouth, my whole body crazed with the need for their cum. One of them laughed and they pushed their cocks together so the heads were touching at an angle right over my mouth. I re-aligned my face as best I could given my restraints as they fisted themselves hard. They had their arms around each other's shoulders and they were both staring down at me, breathing heavily. As if on cue, they both threw their heads back and cum poured, rather than shot, out of the cocks and directly onto my tongue and lips. I kept my mouth open and I realized at the same moment, that Avyan was fucking me harder and I grunted every time his body hit mine.
The brothers' cocks continued to shoot cum but finally, after three more big bursts, there was just a slow dribble. I licked the heads of their dicks, and swallowed. Their cum tasted light and only slightly salty. I wanted more. That was the litany that went thought my head. I was a cum whore and I only wanted more. One of the brothers shoved his cock into my mouth and let me suck on it. “He likes his faced fucked, doesn't he?”
Avyan laughed. “He's a champion cum whore.”
Several guys in the room laughed. Avyan slowed down his thrusts and slid out of my ass. He came over to my head and fed me his dick which I cleaned off gratefully. It was all I was meant for. He pulled out of my mouth and turned to the guys in the room. “I hope you had a good time taking this useless cum whore. I think he liked it.”
Unbidden, I said, “Yes, sir. I loved it.”
Avyan chuckled and slapped my face with his slippery dick. I could taste nothing but cum, smell nothing but cum and sweat. I could feel it slowly drooling off my chin, oozing over my nose and blocking my nostrils. It was stinging my eyes and covering my eyelids. And I wanted more. But I knew I had to wait. It was not up to me any more.
The six guys were getting ready to leave the room and Avyan went over and talked with some of them. The two brothers talked with him for a while, and Avyan looked over at me and smiled. He slapped one of them on the ass and the two walked over to me and one of them said, “Hey, cocksucker. It looks like you'll have another change to get on your knees and worship these dicks again.”
I didn't know what to say, but nodded. They each leaned down kissed me and then they left the room.
Avyan came over to me and gently released my arms then released my arms. Again I felt numb and my jaw was sore, my face sticky. He slid the butt plug back in me, which felt cold after the warmth of his cock. I slid my shorts on. He said, “You're covered in cum, cum pig.” But instead of making me clean myself off and eat it, he picked up a towel I hadn't noticed and wiped off my face and neck. He dropped the towel and said, “Let's go.”
We were silent on the drive home, but it was comfortable and I felt relaxed. Avyan had his hand on my leg and every so often he ran his hand up my thigh and grabbed the bulge of my leather shorts. When we got in the elevator he said, “Kneel.”
I knelt and he opened his pants and fed me his dick which was still hard. It had been, I realized, the whole way home. We got off the elevator and he walked with his cock out and when we entered the condo, I slid the shorts off and he pushed me into the living room. He went to the bureau and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. He shackled my hands behind my back. I was standing in the middle of the room and he got behind me and forced me to bend over. I felt him pull the butt plug out and as alway, he drove his dick into me, fucking hard and fast. I realized he was as turned on as I was because he was breathing really heavy and I could feel him trembling. I heard his voice say, “Fucking cocksucker, take my fucking cock you worthless whore.” He went faster and when I assumed he was going to cum in my ass, he pulled out suddenly and got around and cum started to rocket out of his cock, all over my face. I opened my mouth to catch it and then he pushed into my face and fucked me a few times, the last spurts of his cum flowing onto my tongue. I swallowed gratefully.
He pulled out and surprised the hell out of me. He hauled me up and started to lick his own cum off my face. But then he pushed me head back and spat it all into my mouth, following with a really messy kiss.
I was so surprised that I didn't know what to say. He threw himself on the sofa with a sigh and said, “You are the best cocksucker I have ever met and it's all you're good for. To suck cock. You have seven load of cum in you, fucking whore. What do you say?”
“Thank you for all the cum, sir.”
“That's right. Thank me. Now get down and clean my ass.”
I was shocked. He had never asked this of me before, but I wanted to. I wanted to get my face in there. Part of me worried that he hadn't showered, but I should have know. He lifted his legs and I drove my mouth into him and of course he was spotless and smelled of that woodsy smell. I licked and stuck my tongue deep. “You're a good ass-licker, too.” He caressed my scalp. Then he said, “You made a good impression on those brothers tonight. They want you to service them personally. They wanted a good cum whore and they found one. Do you think you can take them?”
“Yes, sir. I would like that, sir.”
“They have their own dungeon and they will want strict discipline. Do you think you can give it to them?”
“Yes, sir. I can.”
“'Then I'll take you there next week. The same rule applies. I am the last one to fuck you. I've told them. If they disobey then I'll discipline all three of you. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.” But I heard something in his voice as if this was part of a game. That the game might be that they disobey him and submit along with me. That thought was making me crazy with lust. My cock was aching but I knew I had to wait for permission. And he didn't give to me.
We went to bed and my cock was as hard as it had ever been. It was made worse because he pulled out my butt plug and slid his cock in me again and went to sleep. I was awake most of the night, my dick drooling into the bed. It wasn't until morning when he got out of bed, put my butt plug back in and said, “You can cum now.”
I immediately started to jack my cock fast and I came with an overwhelming wash of fire through my body, and my balls ached as they pumped out cum in three huge pulses that splashed all over my chest. He was watching me and he laughed. “You are such a cum whore. Make sure you eat it all and that will be your breakfast.”
He chuckled and left the room. I complied, slurping up my cum and felt nourished.
