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This is part twenty of my adventures in the early 90s with a gay man about 15 years older than me who saw me as a near-reincarnation of his first boyfriend. Check my post history for earlier installments of the story of an older man’s toy.
One Saturday morning in April I let myself in Blaise’s house earlier than he normally wakes up.
“You haven’t done this in a while,” he said, shuffling into the kitchen to the smell of coffee and eggs.
When he actually focused on me his eyes popped when he saw that I was wearing my pink pants and pink leather collar and cuffs. He couldn’t directly see my pink leather cock ring under the pants. But there was no mistaking its effect on my pronounced organ. I was his for the day in any way he wanted.
“This is going to be a good day!” he said, fully awake.
Once breakfast was done we wasted no time getting the house in order as we usually did on Saturdays. We finished up in a couple hours and eventually Master ordered me on to the couch. In seconds, on his order, we were making out, our tongues wrestling and our hands exploring. My cock was swelling in my cock ring. But, I had released Master’s meat from his jeans as he grew stiffer and more aroused.
He pulled away for a second and checked his watch.
It was a little after noon and I was puzzled why he was concerned about the time on a Saturday, especially when he had a slave at his beck and call.
Then, as if on cue, he took command.
“Remove your pants and go to the kitchen,” he commanded me. “Assume the position on the table. I’ll join you shortly.”
“Yes, Master.”
I did as I was told. I dropped my pants in a chair to keep it out of sight. I knew and was thrilled by what was coming next as I lay over on the table with my feet just touching the floor on one side and my arms draped over the other.
It took Master a full five minutes or more to join me in the kitchen. I assumed he was intentionally drawing out the anticipation. At one point while I was waiting I heard the front door open. I assumed Master had stepped out for the mail and thought nothing more of it.
When he finally came to the kitchen he was nude as well and knelt down to begin chaining me into position. He was a bit rougher than usual, pulling the chrome chains tighter. He didn’t speak and the rule of the collar was that I didn’t speak either until spoken to. I had to admit this new intensity was a turn-on.
When he moved around behind me, he noticed I’d been wearing the pink butt plug all morning.
“I see you’ve been preparing your ass for my use,” he said. “That’s a very good slave.”
He patted my bent ass and then, roughly, swiftly pulled the plug out.
I jumped at the rough treatment.
He was no more gentle when he chained my cock ring to one of my ankle cuffs. He jerked the chain hard enough to make me grunt out loud.
“Shh!” he said. “You know the rule.”
I smiled at his deep dive into the part of my master. He rarely was this forceful. It was a new turn-on.
“You can come in now,” he suddenly said loudly. “He’s ready.”
Before I had time to be puzzled another man entered the kitchen from the living room. As far as I could tell he was a bit taller than Master, maybe 10 years older. He was a stout, naked black man, at least 250 pounds. If he had more hair, I would have described him as a bear. But, he definitely had the build and the belly of one.
His skin was considerably lighter than Ezekiel’s, a light chocolate, maybe. But, his balls and dick were black and swinging heavily before him as he entered the room. The head of his cock looked like that of a white man’s, reddish in color contrasting sharply with the midnight black of his shaft. He probably was nearly half hard and about the same length as Master but quite a bit thicker. I couldn’t wait to see how big he would be when fully hard.
“Is he now?” His voice was loud, deep and booming. “We’ll see just how ready he is.”
He began kneading and stroking his dark meat just in front of my face with hands so massive they dwarfed his average-plus cock.
“You finally found yourself a little twink, huh?” he boomed at Master.
“This one’s no twink,” my master defended me. “He’s – something different. He’s a real Versatile. He can take it and dish it out any way you can imagine better than anyone you’ve had. He’s the best bottom. He’s the best top. And, he’ll suck you inside out.”
“Well, I see you’ve got him dressed like a twink,” Mystery Man said. “Pink leather?”
“I like him in pink,” Master said. “He picked his leathers out just for me.
“But, seriously, he’s the best I’ve ever had or seen at everything!” Master was emphatic. “He can take it as hard as you can give it and make you feel like you wasted his time. He might be the one tied up here, but if he’s naked, he’s in charge.
“He’s letting us dominate him. If he wasn’t wearing that collar, he could easily be dominating us.”
“Hmm,” was all this mystery man conceded. I watched the black istanbul travesti cock in front of me bounce and swell in its owner’s hand determined to prove the truth of my master’s praise.
As it grew stiffer, this new dick developed a pronounced upward curve I’d never encountered before. As he stood before me it naturally presented its frenulum to me, arrogant and snooty. But, it was longer and thicker, possibly an inch longer than mine and even thicker. Finally, a real BBC!
Mystery Man pushed his arrogant cock against my forehead and rubbed it over my face. I lifted my face as much as I could to offer him more face to rub in a show of desire for his dark meat. I opened my mouth wide and tried to push forward when he teased my lips with his swollen red head.
After a couple minutes of this rubbing and his own stroking he finally traced a line of thick sticky precum down my face from my forehead between my eyes and down my left cheek to stop on my lips. I opened wide again with my tongue out. But he painted my upper lip with the precum that seemed to freely dribble from his hot cock head.
He pulled back for a second and I took the chance to lick his juice from my lip. A second later he slid the tip over my lips. I lunged and had his head in my mouth before he could move.
He gasped as I swirled my tongue around his swollen flesh. I had and shoved the tip into his hole to make him jump.
If my hands had been free, I would have grabbed his ass and pulled him into me. But I had to take what he gave. So, I licked and sucked his swollen head, paying close attention to his apparently sensitive frenulum. I heard him suck air loudly as I began boxing his tiny wrinkles.
I pushed forward with my bound feet as much as I could to grab and swallow more of his big, black meat.
“He’s hungry as fuck,” he said.
“You haven’t seen anything,” Master replied.
“Slave,” Master finally spoke to me. “You will give this man any pleasure he requests. Consider him as much your master as I am. Serve him as his slave just as you serve me. Pleasing him is pleasing me.”
I moaned agreement with my new master’s cock in my mouth.
Suddenly, I felt the familiar cold, wet sensation of lube on my ass. Now it was going to get interesting.
As soon as I felt the pressure of Master’s head push against me I pushed back, moving the table with me. The flair of his stiff head was in me even without his help. I grunted and breathed out loudly with the mystery cock still in my mouth.
“Damn!” the voice boomed. “This boy’s a freak!”
Since I’d moved the table, he had to push forward a bit just to keep his head in my mouth.
But, I was already ahead of him. I began pushing myself and the table back and forth between my two lovers, fucking each cock with both of my holes.
My range was limited, though. Both men began pushing into me themselves and found a rhythm that was pushing me back and forth like throwing a ball. First, Master was fully enveloped in my ass, then New Master was balls deep in my mouth.
Now it was their turn to grunt.
I began swallowing against New Master’s head and frenulum and attacking his thick shaft with my tongue.
He gasped loudly and in a few seconds I felt him pulsing, then thrusting his hips harder against my face, flattening my nose into his wiry black pubic hair. Soon he was filling my throat with his thick, bitter cum. I pushed forward to force him deeper, to pull more out of his throbbing cock.
His cum probably was the thickest and most bitter I’d ever encountered. He pumped load after load down my throat. I wondered how long it had been since he’d had a release.
Master was just getting started on the other end when his friend filled my mouth. I moaned against his now draining cock as Master’s familiar stick gave me his special touch.
I continued to manipulate and work the black meat in my mouth until it was limp and no longer oozing its mix of sperm and semen. My new master was holding himself up on the table with each massive hand on either side of me, breathing heavily. I felt his hot breath moving my hair.
When he finally pulled back from my face he hung limp and smaller than I’d seen him before. I felt a surge of pride at having laid waste to another arrogant cock who thought a young white boy couldn’t handle a “real dick.”
“Goddamn, Boy!” he breathed. “You suck like you live on it!”
I moaned quietly and licked his juice from my lips. I heard a small chuckle from Master as he slowly pushed in and out of my splayed ass. I took that opportunity to begin squeezing my asshole, milking his cock.
I heard him gasp quietly.
“Blaise told me you’ve got a black friend, too,” he said as his breathing returned to normal.
“You may speak, Slave,” Blaise said. In contrast to his friend, he was loving me with his cock. I kept trying to milk him.
“This slave is an equal opportunity cum receptacle,” I said. “Please, give me more. Even a limp black cock is istanbul travestileri a delicacy to this slave.”
“Well, Blaise can tell you I’ve always liked tight, little white boys,” New Master said. He pushed in closer to my face again. “Seems you don’t have much trouble swallowing a real man. I’d like to see how you can handle it on the Southside.”
“If it pleases my master, you may fuck my ass as hard as you like for as long as you like,” I said. “I live for my master’s pleasure. My body is yours.”
“Is this for real?” he asked Master. He lifted his wrinkled black cock to my mouth again. I pushed forward to grab between my lip-covered teeth and began licking and sucking it again.
“When he’s wearing that leather collar, he’s my slave and answers only to the name Slave,” Master said as he glided in and out of me. “He calls me Master. Only speaks when spoken to or given permission. He awaits my orders and fulfills them willingly and happily. A minute ago I told him to consider you his master, too. That means he’ll do anything you want. Anything!”
Master stopped talking and concentrated on completing his task. I could hear his breathing growing heavier. I kept squeezing my sphincter around his stiff meat and loving his friend’s limp cock with my tongue and mouth.
This position made for a much smoother fuck from behind. Master easily slid in and out. The feeling was wonderful and my cock was responding with aches and throbs in its tight bonds.
In a minute or two, Master sped up and pushed deeper. His thrusts were moving the table back and forth. His hands gripped my hips tightly. I timed my contractions with his thrusts.
“Moan for me, Slave,” he demanded. “Tell me what you want.”
“More cock, Master,” I mumbled with New Master’s cock in my mouth.
He pulled back, his black dick falling out of my mouth.
“Please, Master, push deeper inside me,” I begged. “Harder, Master! Please! Fuck me hard!”
Master had never really been one for dirty talk. But, apparently he liked a little aural stimulation.
I moaned and sucked air loudly as he pushed into me deeply. To my ears I sounded like a porn actor.
“Mmmh, Master, please,” I gasped as he sped up. “Your cock feels so amazing in my ass. Please fill me with your cum. Give me your cum!
“Please, Master! Please, fuck me. Harder, Master! Harder!”
With that he slammed against my pelvic bone and blew a massive load of cum into me. He stood still for nearly a minute just throbbing and spasming inside me, pumping out more and more cum.
He dropped down onto my back and kissed me tenderly.
After another couple minutes recovering, Master and his friend left me tied in the kitchen. When they returned they both came to stand in front of me still naked, but apparently cleaned up from our first round. I could feel Master’s cum beginning to ooze from my ass and down my taint.
They dropped to their knees on the floor in front of me and began caressing each other and kissing. Obviously, they were doing it for my benefit. Maybe Master’s friend thought it would be some kind of torture for me to watch him with my master.
Just the opposite.
I watched in awe as Master kneaded and caressed his friend’s black cock back to life. I’d never seen Master with another man. I don’t think I had even imagined it. Just seeing him kiss another man was arousing my cock again.
While Master’s hands worked their magic on his guest’s dick and balls, he rubbed Master’s back lovingly. In a few seconds their lips met again and their passion exploded.
In what felt like many minutes Master’s friend was rock hard again and pointing at the ceiling. He already was breathing heavier again and I could see his balls were tightening up. Master also was as stiff as I’d ever seen him. My own dick was straining at its strap having swollen from watching my master treat another man as I’d only ever seen him treat me. It was intoxicating to see him with someone else.
“Does this bother you?” New Master asked. “Seeing another man with your master?”
“It is my only pleasure to see my master pleased no matter who is pleasing him,” I said.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Slave,” I answered, “or any name my masters choose. This slave has no identity outside of his masters’ pleasure.
“Your slave is whatever you wish him to be. Your pleasure is my goal, my wish, and my life.”
“Damn! He’s good, Blaise,” he said.
“I told you he’s the best at everything he does.”
As my new master walked around behind me he slid his hand slowly down my back. Suddenly, I felt the sharp crack of his enormous hand slapping my right ass cheek. I could feel the heat and was certain there was a huge handprint.
“Can he handle another?”
“Slave?” Master left it up to me.
“Please, New Master, it would be my greatest honor,” I said. “This slave is yours.
“Fuck your slave, please! Hard and deep! Your slave waits.”
A few seconds later I felt the travesti istanbul pressure of a cock against my used asshole. I grabbed the edge of the table, not to brace myself, but to push back against him.
When he pushed in I could tell he was bigger than Master even though I already had been stretched. New Master was giving me another stretch. He didn’t give me any more lube. But, with Master’s load still oozing from me, I didn’t need it.
The sensation of his curved cock inside me was odd. It put pressure in places that Masters’ cock and my toys never had. That curve made an amazing, huge difference.
The friend was not as subtle or as loving as Master had been. He wasted no time building speed and intensity as he pumped in and out of me.
Suddenly, my neck was jerked back. New Master had grabbed my collar and pulled my neck back as far as it would go. At the same time he drove his cock balls deep into my abused asshole. I felt his pubic hair against my cheeks and squeezed my loose sphincter around his fat cock.
I looked up to see Master still in front of me with his own hard cock in his hand stroking along while watching his old friend own my ass.
He immediately shoved his own hard cock into my waiting mouth and straight into my throat.
I began sucking as hard as I was breathing. In a few seconds Master was pumping his cock into my head in time with New Master’s work on the other end.
With New Master’s fingers gripping my collar from behind, my throat was constricted more tightly around Master’s cock as it pumped in and out. The sensation was new. I could only catch a quick breath as Master pulled out. When he pushed in, my throat was completely closed by one master’s meat and another master’s grasp on my collar.
It took only a couple minutes of work for New Master to cum in me. He didn’t have much left and even in my used and filled rectum I could tell it was thin. Master also came quickly on my tongue. He moaned as his thin goo throbbed out.
Finally, New Master released my collar.
“Thank you, Masters,” I gasped when Master pulled out. “It is my greatest pleasure to feel the mingling of the cum of both my masters in my ass and my mouth.”
When we finally were finished and Master had released me from the table he took New Master to his bathroom. I was sent to the guest bathroom to shower.
“Wait,” he stopped me. “You come with us, Slave. I want you to see me showering with another man. It’ll teach you more respect for your masters and help you learn your place.”
“Yes, Master.”
As they both stepped into the shower I took a position on my knees on the floor and watched my master lather up his friend just as he had done to me many times. They rubbed and stroked, kissed and licked for more than 15 minutes. They both jacked and stroked each other as their mouths explored.
I slipped a washcloth under me when I started feeling the sperm of two men oozing from my stretched asshole.
I watched them closely as the water rinsed their bodies. They were breathing heavily and their balls were constricted. I could see the pulsing and contracting of their muscles. My own cock was stiff and aching against the leather cock ring, as well.
Even with the water running down them, I could see lines of semen slowly pulsing out of their swollen heads. After pumping cum into me twice in less than 45 minutes, neither man had anything left but milky, almost clear semen. But, I could see their pleasure as they began to slow down.
“Slave,” Master breathed turning toward me. “Clean our cocks. What we have left is yours.”
“Thank you, Master.” I lifted up on my knees to guide his dying meat into my mouth. My own hard cock bobbed as I rose up.
It was wet and rapidly going limp. But, I could feel his pulse still faster than normal on my tongue. I tasted his thin, familiar semen and swallowed hungrily.
After a couple deep sucks on Master’s cock, I switched to New Master. He still was nearly half hard.
I swirled my tongue around his dark meat and used it to explore the space between my teeth and cheeks. All the while his rapid pulse and contracting muscles pumped his own thin semen into every corner of my mouth.
Thin as it was, the bitterness was only slightly subdued. I used my fingers to milk out as much as he could give me.
I didn’t release him until my black master’s cock was as limp as Master’s. I could feel my own dick pulsing and slowly oozing my pent up cum down its shaft.
“Now, go take a shower and get dressed for me,” Master said.
“Yes, Master.” I stood and left them taking my cum-covered washcloth with me.
Fifteen minutes later, I was clean — and empty of the cum both my masters had deposited inside me. As much as I wanted to, it was forbidden for a slave to handle his own sexual needs while wearing the collar. So, I had let my erection go untended.
I walked as sensually as possible into the living room in my pink lounge pants and nothing else. I had retrieved them from the kitchen while my masters still were in the master bedroom. The collar, cuffs, and cock ring, of course, were in place. I could feel the d-rings swing and jingle with every step. I had left the butt plug out since I already had been well stretched by my masters.
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