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Life With Tim

Previously

 

"And, the man knows how to use a bull whip," Master Marcus replied. "Just ask Steven how good he is."

 

"How good is he, Steven? And, before you answer the previous question, tell me exactly how this beautiful, black power slave fits into the picture," Tim suggested.

 

"We would need to talk with Baron and Kindal, but I suspect he might fit right in with their Master training program," I replied. "And as for your first question, Tim. He is an incredibly talented bull whip artist. He also helped with my ball injections. So did Ramesh."

 

"How did Ramesh help with your ball injections?" Tim asked.

 

"I fucked him twice an hour so he could cum to prevent his balls from exploding," Ramesh explained. "All five nights."

 

"Oh dear God!" Tim hissed.

 

"It was, technically, before I knew he would be my son," I countered.

 

"Technically, Dad," Ramesh objected. "I was your son the last night. Remember?"

 

"Oh, yea," I said as I put my arm around Ramesh's shoulders. "I guess you are right, son."

 

Chapter 51: On the Road Again

 

"So, Steven," Tim began as we were finally seated for dinner. "Tell us more about this Spirit Journey and your Spirit Master."

 

"First of all, my Spirit Master told me at the beginning of my time with him I was not to speak about my Spirit Journey with anyone but my Master Ajmal and Master Marcus. On the last day, he told me I had gone far in my Spirit Journey. Further than he thought possible in this short time. He suggested I tell the world about MY Spirit Journey and to encourage others to embark upon their own Spirit Journey. You've met my Spirit Master Lien Bien Chung, Tim" I began my explanation. "For those who have not met my Spirit Master, I would only like to say he is a beautiful man inside and out."

 

"Describe him, Steven," Tim suggested. "I think everyone needs to get the full picture here."

 

"My Spirit Master is extremely handsome," I continued. "He is a six-foot tall, muscled, Asian man with absolutely perfect skin and an amazingly perfect hairless body. And, he has undergone many, many Spirit Journeys of his own so his dick is huge and provides life-giving nourishment to my body."

 

"In other words," Tim interjected. "His dick spews Spirit Master cum and Spirit Master piss into either Steven's ass or mouth and on Steven's body. Large quantities of Spirit Master cum and Spirit Master piss. As the billionaire running for President would say, `Huge!'"

 

"Back to my Spirit Journey," I continued. "My Spirit Master has told me about how my Spirit Journey will continue. Each Journey with the men I serve will add understanding of my place in the world. Each Journey I take among humankind will add understanding to the power I can bring to those who cannot sustain themselves. It is a long path, but, according to my Spirit Master, a rewarding one."

 

"What does this process consist of?" Master Grant asked.

 

"Employing meditation and hypnosis techniques to keep focused on the main goal in one's life," I replied.

 

"How does one start this process?" Garrison asked.

 

"Find your own Spirit Master and begin your journey," I replied.

 

"How does one find a qualified Spirit Master?" Tim asked. "I don't think there are probably many LinkedIn profiles who list Spirit Master as their occupation."

 

"No, but you can find one easily," I said. "If you are interested, I can help you find one."

 

"Will you ever be a Spirit Master, Steven?" David asked.

 

"Hopefully, someday, I will be a qualified Spirit Master," I replied. "I have more Spirit Journeys to learn from before I would feel myself to be qualified to lead someone into their Spirit Journey. Although, my Spirit Master said I could easily lead someone I loved on their Spirit Journey."

 

"Explain the thing with the dick getting bigger and you not needing a chastity device anymore," Master Garrison said. "I am curious."

 

"Through meditation and hypnosis you learn your dick is power," I continued. "It can give power or it can take power. Because it can give and take power it becomes a part of your being in ways you will never experience until you begin your own Spirit Journey. Once you undertake your Spirit Journey, you learn to stimulate your mind, your body, your surroundings with the power in your dick. Just like exercise is to the body, when you undertake your Spirit Journey, your dick reacts much like your body does to exercise. It grows physically, it grows more reactive to stimulus, it grows more powerful, it grows more thoughtful. Your dick becomes part of your mental processes. Your thoughts, your actions, your words all become intertwined with your dick. I am certain I have totally confused everyone by my rattling away."

 

"Is this a process for all men or just subservient men?" Master Grant asked.

 

"All men," I replied. "We subservient men tend to react to our Spirit Journeys by becoming more subservient to other men. We give ourselves more willingly and more freely to other men and look for the good in other people. While men who are not subservient, tend to react to their Spirit Journey by being better Masters for example. Being aware of the subs needs, desires, and happiness. So, it is a journey for all men."

 

"I hate to sound sexist, but what about women?" Garrison asked.

 

"I think they lack the proper equipment for the physical transfer, so I don't believe women can enjoy the Spirit Journey," I explained.

 

"Steven," Tim said. "I see something in you I have never seen in you before you went away on your trip with your new Masters. You are more relaxed. You are more thoughtful in your interactions with others. You seem to own your being. You own it with power and confidence. And, your reactions to the gay men from Middle Eastern cultures who are in need of help: you jump right in no questions asked. So, can I join you?"

 

"Of course!" I said. "I believe you, Tim, would get a lot out of your own Spirit Journey. I will help you if you want or I can find someone else to help you."

 

"Thank you, Steven," Tim replied.

 

"Does this mean I need to pay AJ more money to rent you, Steven?" Master Grant asked with a smile.

 

"I don't set the prices, Master Grant," I said. "You will need to talk with Master Ajmal. But, I promise you, stud, you will notice the difference."

 

"We need to talk, AJ," Master Grant replied.

 

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Master Marcus had gone to work. Tim was in his study writing, and David was at a client meeting. Master Grant had gone back to New York to take care of some business.

 

"So, Garrison," I said as Garrison and I were sitting at the kitchen island sipping coffee. "How will my week play out?"

 

"As I explained on our trip back from Berlin, you will begin seeing clients in Chicago this week," Garrison began his review. "Five guys. Four are paying clients."

 

"Do you know anything about these guys?" I asked.

 

"The one who gets your ass for free," Garrison replied. "He's some kind Prince from somewhere in the Middle East. He is 38, well built, and very rough. He is an ass man and a fan of flogging. He's also, from his responses to the questionnaire, about 6'4" tall, jet black hair, hairy chest, stomach, ass, legs, and arms. No back hair. Brown eyes. 10 inches of uncut Middle Eastern meat. His name Prince Babak Majeed and is Persian. He will be downstairs at 12 noon on Wednesday, today is Monday. You will have the entire day tomorrow to do what you need to do before Master Ajmal and Tim start collecting money from renting your ass."

 

"Sounds like it could be a fun 24-hour gig," I replied. "Next?"

 

"Paying customer number one," Garrison looked at his lap top. "He's from Lincoln Park area. He lives in a five story town house overlooking Lake Michigan. His name is Andrew Zigholtz of society gad about fame."

 

"Oh shit!" I moaned.

 

"What's wrong?" Garrison asked.

 

"I know him from Master Ed days," I replied. "He's a fucking fat sadistic pig. He is a good sadist, but really, really fat. I get nervous he will have a heart attack when he gets too intense. And, he gets really, really intense when he is into a boy. And, he, at least he was in the past, very, very into me."

 

"Sorry," Garrison said with a smirk on his face. "You can't win them all, Steven. You're been very lucky in the looks record so far."

 

"He's actually a nice guy, but after we fuck—which he always does in the beginning and the end of a scene—he lays on top of me. All four hundred fucking pounds," I moan. "Who's next?"

 

"Master Ajmal said you know this guy, too," Garrison continued. "He's Jose Vargas."

 

"Jose!" I exclaim. "Jose Vargas! He's fucking beautiful. I know him from the charity scene. But, he's fucking married... To a woman... It can't be."

 

"Let me confirm a few vital statistics," Garrison continued. "He's 5' 10" tall. He's 26 years old. Well built. Smooth body. Eight-inch uncut dick. He lives in Lakeview, but you will be seeing him at the Hellfire Club house."

 

"Everything else is right about him," I replied. "Maybe he saw the light and ditched the wife."

 

"One can only hope," Garrison replied. "His proclivities range from fucking, fisting, serious ass play, cock and ball torture, and nipple play. Right up your alley, rent boy."

 

"It will be interesting to say the least," I replied. "I hope he knew who I was when he contracted for this."

 

"Nonrefundable," Garrison reminded me.

 

"Who's next?" I asked.

 

"Jay Lee Dong," Garrison replied. "Mix of Korean and African-American. Holy shit! This guy seems huge. Six-feet six-inches tall of, and these are Master Ajmal's words not mine, pure, gym-tone, ripped muscles. He has an eleven-inch uncut fat dick. He's into bondage, electro-torture, tit torture, cock and ball torture, and piss, domination, and humiliation He also likes to fuck, big time."

 

"Sounds like a great time to me," I said. "Where?"

 

"Evanston," Garrison replied. "Hmmm. I need to speak with Master Ajmal. The notes say it is a 24-hour gig. I will check and get back to you."

 

"Last, but not least," Garrison continued. "Master Bashir and Master Jason. Our playroom downstairs. They will be staying with us all week. Do I see a big smile crossing your face, rent boy?"

 

"Yes," I replied. "Nice guys."

 

"I know," Garrison replied.

 

"You know?" I asked.

 

"I was their surprise the night of your commitment ceremony," Garrison replied. "Those two dudes sure did like to fuck. I even got a turn Jason's ass. Very, very nice!"

 

"I never had the experience," I replied. "And, I somehow believe I never will have the experience with Jason's ass. They are Friday night?"

 

"Noon until... undetermined," Garrison replied. "I guess Master Ajmal is being generous... with your ass."

 

"Do you feel like a turn on my ass, Garrison?" I asked as I scooted near Garrison and put my arms around his waist. "I'm feeling like I need to take one of my Spirit Journeys with my favorite handler."

 

"I'm your only handler, rent boy," Garrison replied. "I'll go on one of your Spirit Journeys, rent boy. Where?"

 

"You can use our bedroom, Garrison," Master Ajmal said. "We will be out until cocktails. And, yes, you will be with Jay Lee Dong for a full twenty-four-hour session. I will explain why later, but you won't regret the extra time with him, I assure you."

 

"Thank you, Master," I said as Master Ajmal left the house through the back door to the garage.

 

"Then, it is settled," Garrison replied. "I am going to take your fucking rent boy ass on a Spirit Journey in Master Ajmal and Master Marcus's bed... Do we need to change the sheets?"

 

"If we don't get out of bed and just wait for our Masters to join us, no," I replied. "What are you waiting for, stud. It's 12 noon. We need to be finished by cocktail hour at 7 pm. We need to hurry! Are you going to be my lover Garrison or my Master Garrison?"

 

"Lover Garrison," Garrison replied.

 

Garrison took me by the hand and practically pulled me up the stairs to the bedroom we shared with Master Ajmal and Master Marcus.

 

"On your back in the middle of the bed, rent boy," Garrison commanded as he ripped the comforter and blankets off the bed. He grabbed the lube out of the night stand. I waited. On my back with my legs in the air to welcome my lover.

 

"Lube or no lube?" Garrison asked.

 

"None," I replied. "You won't need it."

 

"You are such a slut, rent boy," Garrison said as he put my legs on his chest and lined up his dick with my asshole. "It's why I love you so much."

 

Garrison leaned down to kiss me. Just the touch of his lips had me on fire.

 

"Garrison," I hissed. "I love it when you kiss me. Sends me into overdrive."

 

Garrison continued to kiss me as I felt his rock hard dick brush against my asshole. I didn't notice he was slowly entering me until I felt his balls rub against my ass.

 

"Oh...! Shit Garrison...! You feel... so good... in me!" I hissed between his kisses.

 

"You have the best ass of anyone I have ever fucked," Garrison whispered as he began to massage my ass with his dick.

 

"Don't talk, Garrison," I whispered. "Look into my eyes. Look into my mind. See me, Garrison. See my love for you. We are one, Garrison. You complete me. Always have. Always will."

 

We didn't talk for the next two hours. Garrison slowly worked his dick in and out of my ass. He kissed me. He smiled at me. All the time he kept looking into my eyes. I kept looking into his. I saw his mind. I saw my wonderful lover Garrison's mind, his heart, his dick giving me live sustaining power. I smiled as him and pulled his lips tightly to mine. My man was about to come. I wanted him. I wanted his cum. I felt his power. I felt his love.

 

"Shit!" Garrison almost shouted as I felt his ropes and ropes of cum into my ass. "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh..."

 

Garrison didn't collapse on top of me. Instead, he kept kissing me. More passion between us than I had ever felt. Power. His dick to my ass. My ass to his dick. We mixed our power, our love, our lust together. We didn't talk. We just kissed.

 

I felt his dick began to move in my ass again. He broke from our kiss and looked into my eyes. We didn't speak. We looked into each other's eyes. We smiled. Him to me. Me to him. He resumed kissing me.

 

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"You didn't die after all," Master Marcus said as he and Master Ajmal sat in the living room having cocktails with Tim and David.

 

"Sorry we are late," I replied as Garrison and I sat on a sofa together.

 

"You look like you and Garrison were on another Spirit Journey," Tim said with a smile on his face.

 

"More than one, Timmy," Garrison said as he took the drink Harvey offered him. "More than one. I never really understood this Spirit Journey stuff, but whatever it is, I want more of it."

 

"It was our first reaction, Garrison," Master Ajmal replied. "The first time Marcus and I made love to Steven after his second time with his Spirit Master, we were all three blown away. Take it, Garrison. It is a gift only Steven can give you."

 

"And what a fucking gift!" Garrison replied.

 

"When is Master Grant coming back?" I asked.

 

"David, me, Master Joseph, and Master Kenneth are meeting Master Grant in New York on Thursday before we all head to London on Friday," Tim replied.

 

"Do Master Joseph and Master Kenneth know about you and Master Grant and David?" I asked.

 

"Yes," Tim replied. "They actually guessed we were pretty much falling for each other."

 

"How long will you be in London?" Garrison asked.

 

"Until Wednesday. David and I will stay in New York until the following Monday. I hate long distance relationships. I am just glad David and I are together since Master Grant is not with us," Tim replied.

 

"Any ideas about what you will do about the long distance issue?" Master Marcus asked.

 

"We have options," David replied. "Tim and I could move to New York. Grant could move here. Or, we could spend one week here and one week in New York. Rotate."

 

"What about the kids?" Master Ajmal asked.

 

"Any suggestions will be appreciated," Tim replied.

 

"We could all move to New York," I suggested. "Master Ajmal, Master Marcus, Master Garrison and I could live at Master Ajmal's house and you could live with Master Grant."

 

"You would be okay living apart, Steven?" Tim asked. I think I saw fear in his eyes.

 

"No, but if it means we are in the same city, we could certainly survive," I replied.

 

"My house is pretty big," Master Ajmal replied. "I actually own the house next door. We could expand."

 

"One step at a time," Tim said. "But, you know I would never try to separate you from the kids, Steven."

 

"I know, Tim," I replied. "We both trust each other with our lives. Neither of us would do anything to hurt the other."

 

"Speaking of being together, could you manage some time for us to talk, Steven?" Tim asked.

 

"When can I talk to Tim, Garrison?" I asked.

 

"You have all day tomorrow with nothing on you To-Do list," Garrison replied.

 

"Tim?" I said. "Name the time and place. I will be yours."

 

"I have a call with my agent tomorrow at 10 am," Tim replied. "I will be done by 12 noon. Why don't I take you out to lunch at the new Thai place down the street?"

 

"Perfect," I replied. "I will be here in the living room with bells on my shoes."

 

"No bells, please," Tim said. "I am allergic to bells, remember?"

 

"Oh yea!" I said. "I forgot."

 

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"So, Tim," I said as we were seated at the restaurant down the street. "What's on your mind?"

 

"I kinda feel guilty," Tim said.

 

"About what?" I asked.

 

"I feel like I am abandoning you, Steven," Tim said. He looked sad.

 

"Tim, this should be an exciting time in your life," I replied. "We have two wonderful boys at home whom we both adore. You are on the verge of having your first novel accepted by a publisher. You and David are happy. You and David and Master Grant are happy. What's really wrong?"

 

"I guess I am just in a funk," Tim replied. "And, I am worried about us."

 

"Worried about us as in how?" I asked.

 

"We seem to be growing apart, Steven," Tim replied. "You have your new Masters and Garrison. I have Master Grant and David. You have a new adopted son. I might need to go to New York to live if I decide I can't live without Master Grant. And, I frankly think David and Master Grant will be an item."

 

"As in husbands?" I asked.

 

"Don't tell anyone, but yes," Tim replied. "They haven't said anything to me. Hell, they probably haven't even said it to themselves let alone to each other."

 

"Serious, huh?" I asked.

 

"Yup," Tim replied.

 

"Are you angry, Tim, at David?" I asked.

 

"I don't know what I am right now," Tim replied. "I don't know if I want David for myself, and I went off on this slave tangent and lost him to Master Grant. I don't know if I want to be Master Grant 's slave and I want him to myself. I don't know if I want Master Grant as my lover instead of my Master. I don't know if I want to have you back as my husband and say fuck off to everyone else who have invaded our lives. What do I do, Steven?"

 

"I didn't expect what you just told me," I replied. "I will help in any way I can, Tim. I love you with all of my heart, Tim. You and the boys mean everything to me. When I first met you, you needed me. You were unsure of yourself in many ways. You are not now unsure of yourself. You are the most self-assured man I know, Tim. When we first got together you would be shaking in your boots if you had to spend large amounts of money. Now, you pout if I balk at buying a jet. But, I feel YOU are about to go on your own Spirit Journey. You will do wonderful things for yourself, the people you love, and the world. You and I will always be together. Always. You and I apart. You and I together. You and David and Master Grant together. We will always be together in spirit. All of us. Master Ajmal, Master Marcus, Master Grant, David, Garrison, Omar, Kathem, Ramesh, you, me. All of us together. We are a team. I feel it. I know it. We will always be together no matter what else happens. We will always be together. Always."

 

"I think I know the answer to this, but I need to ask," Tim began. "Will we ever have sex again, Steven?"

 

"No," I replied. "No. We will never have sex again. However, we will make love over and over and over and over and over again. Maybe in our minds. Maybe in our Spirit Journeys. But we will always make love, Tim. Always."

 

"Will you take me on my first Spirit Journey today, Steven?" Tim asked quietly. I saw tears in his eyes.

 

"Yes," I replied also shedding a tear. "I will take you on your first Spirit Journey today, Tim. You will be in me. I need you to know you will be in me and not me in you. I will never put my dick in another man's ass or mouth unless it is a paying client who demands it. It is the way I am wired now, Tim. It is the way I am wired."

 

"God I love you, Steven," Tim said as the tears streamed down his cheeks. "You have helped define me. You are the man who put me over the top about spending money I didn't understand we had. You are the man who gave me the power to write. The power to love. The power to do good for those who can't do good for themselves. I love you. I always have loved you. I always will love you... Now, Steven, let's go home and go on our first Spirit Journey together."

 

"I'd love to, Tim," I said as I put down a $100 bill for a $30 check. I grabbed Tim's hand, and we left to go on our journey.

 

Once we were inside the house, our clothes came off. I took Tim's hand in mine again and led him upstairs to our bedroom. The one we used to share with David. The bedroom he now shared with David and Master Grant. I lay in the center of the bed on my back. I lifted my legs to welcome my husband. He took his place on top of me. My legs wrapped around my husband's waist. I pulled him as close to me as humanly possible. Skin to skin. Dick to dick. Nipple to nipple. Quickly, lip and tongue to lip and tongue. We were suddenly one tangled mass of human body parts, but we were one. Our passions sailed to new heights. Our minds locked together for one purpose... To begin our Spirit Journey as one mind, body, and soul.

 

"Now, Tim," I finally said after several unknown minutes of passionate kissing. "It is time."

 

Tim didn't speak. He looked deeply into my eyes for the first time today. His sadness had left him. His happiness and his love replaced the sadness. I saw his passion. I saw his energy. I saw his power. I saw his love. I saw his lust. Huge, heavy, powerful lust. His eyes never left mine as he lined up his unlubed dick with my asshole. The sensation of the tip of his dick rubbing against my asshole sent ripples of passion, energy, power, love, and lust pulsing through my body and firing fireworks in my mind. I was on fire by the touch of my husband's dick on my asshole.

 

Tim pushed his dick inside my ass, our eyes never unlocked from one another. I saw the lights, not only in my husband's eyes as his dick entered my body, but also in the room as his dick's power and lust surged through my body.

 

I suddenly saw our lives unfolding together in his mind. Separately, but together. The room seemed to brighten as Tim's dick finished its slow, loving journey. He took me. He owned me. He loved me. I loved him back.

 

My husband leaned his lips closer to mine. When our lips connected, the electricity passing through our bodies exploded into massive love, massive lust, massive power, massive power. We were one. Finally, we were one. We were on this Spirit Journey together, my husband and I. Together.

 

We didn't talk for the next two hours. Tim quietly worked his dick in and out of my ass. My husband kissed me. My husband smiled at me. All the time he kept looking into my eyes. I kept looking into my husband's. I saw his mind. I saw my wonderful lover husband's mind, his heart, his dick giving me live sustaining power. I smiled at my husband and pulled his lips tightly to mine. My husband was about to come. I wanted him. I wanted his cum. I felt his power. I felt his love.

 

"Shit!" Tim shouted as I felt his ropes and ropes of cum into my ass. "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh..."

 

Tim didn't collapse on top of me. Instead, he kept kissing me. More passion between us than I had ever felt. Power. His dick to my ass. My ass to his dick. We mixed our power, our love, our lust together. We didn't talk. We just kissed.

 

I felt his dick began to move in my ass again. He broke from our kiss and looked into my eyes. We didn't speak. We looked into each other's eyes. We smiled. Him to me. Me to him. He resumed kissing me.

 

Tim lay on top of me. Quietly. Calmly. Powerless. Love stoked. Naked body to naked body. His dick still inside me. We heard a rap at the open door.

 

"I'm sorry to disturb you, but these two need you right now," Ramesh carried two squirming, squealing boys into our room. "Omar and Kathem need you two, Dad."

 

Tim and I didn't speak. He pulled his dick out of me and motioned for Ramesh to come to us. Ramesh handed Omar to Tim and Kathem to me. They were instantly smiling, kicking, and quiet. Ramesh turned to leave.

 

"Stay, Ramesh," Tim said in an almost whisper. "Stay with us."

 

I patted the bed next to me. Ramesh lowered his body beside me. My beautiful naked son laid beside me.

 

"Dad, Tim," Ramesh began.

 

"Stop!" Tim announced loudly. "Steven is your Dad. I am his husband. Please consider me your Dad, too. We need you with us for our journey together."

 

"Thanks, Dad," Ramesh said to Tim. "I was about to say, Dads, I am ashamed. I watched. I was holding Omar and Kathem in the doorway from the second you walked into the bedroom. You were beautiful together."

 

"Thank you Ramesh," I said.

 

"Yes, Ramesh," Tim continued. "Thank you. Omar, Kathem, and, now, you complete us. You three, and whomever else comes along, are the reason we were brought into this world and brought together. Please do something for us, Ramesh."

 

"Anything, Dad," Ramesh said proudly.

 

"Take your first Spirit Journey with your Dad Steven," Tim said. "Take him as the man you are becoming. Take his power. Own his power. Will you do this for US?"

 

"Yes, Dad," Ramesh said to Tim. "May I kiss you, Dad?"

 

"Yes, Ramesh," Tim said to our son.

 

Ramesh leaned over my chest, carefully avoiding crushing his brothers and kissed my husband on the lips.

 

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On Wednesday at 11 am, Garrison led me downstairs to the play room to await Prince Babak Majeed. I had never met a prince before, so I was somewhat nervous about what to expect.

 

"This is it, Garrison," I said. "I am about to entertain my first Prince. Do I call him Your Majesty?"

 

"No, dip shit," Garrison responded. "You call him Sir or Master or Master Babak. I would recommend the first two."

 

"Yes, Sir, Handler Master Garrison," I replied as he positioned me in the center of the room.

 

"Once I leave, I do not want you to move a muscle, do you understand, rent boy?" Master Garrison asked.

 

"Yes, Sir," I replied as I stood motionless as Master Garrison left the room using the stairs to the house.

 

I was naked and standing in the position—hands behind my back, feet shoulder width apart, eyes gazing at the floor. The rear, outside entrance to the playroom was to my back.

 

I heard the door open with a slight squeak. I suddenly felt bare hands on my ass cheeks. I didn't flinch.

 

The hands left my ass cheeks. Arms circled my waist. Hands cuffed my enlarged cock and balls. Hands left my cock and balls. I felt movement.

 

I starred at hairy legs. Massive hairy legs.

 

A hand cuffed my chin and lifted my head so I looked into the eyes of my man. I almost stepped back. I was shocked with his beauty.

 

He towered above me. His six-foot four-inch muscled frame exuded strength, power, wealth, lust. Most of all lust. It was in his eyes. It was in his smile. Shear lust.

 

"You are exactly what AJ promised, boy," the Prince said quietly. "Let's hope you perform as well as you look!"

 

"Yes, Sir," I replied. "I will do my best to please you, Sir."

 

The Prince stepped back to look at my overall appearance. I gasp as I took in all of his beauty. His perfectly muscled chest and six pack abs were covered in a perfectly trimmed matt of jet black hair. His trimmed pubic hair perfectly framed his ten-inches of uncut Persian cock and balls. His dick and balls were perfectly shaved. His arms and legs were covered with a perfect covering of jet black hair. The hair on his head, styled to perfection, dropped to almost shoulder length. His piercing brown eyes sent goose bumps through my body.

 

"So, boy," the Prince finally said. "I am Prince Babak Majeed. I am Persian. I have known AJ since we were children and his father was the Iraqi Ambassador to Iran. We went to school together during our high school years. I have heard from AJ your services are in high demand. AJ has generously agreed to share you with me today. If I like the treatment I receive from you today, boy, you and I will be seeing a lot of one another—not for free, however. I hope AJ and your other Master, Marcus, I believe, will be able to join us for a time while I have you in my possession. AJ and I haven't shared a boy in a long, long time. I am eager to see the AJ I know perform again."

 

My dick stood at a raging hard on state. I never felt this excited before. The man before me demanded attention, not from his words, but from his beauty.

 

"I understand you have a very willing ass and a body which responds extremely well to flogging, whipping, and torture in general," the Prince continued. "Over the next twenty-four hours, I will determine if your reputation is genuine or a sales gimmick. Hopefully, for both of our sakes, it will be genuine. I would like to think you will be worth the price for your ass and body so I can become a regular client. I am in this country often. I might even want you to visit my country so I can show you off to my friends. I will try to convince AJ to allow me to do so."

 

He stepped behind me and returned with a duffle bag which he set on the floor.

 

"You may be wondering how I arrived in your playroom naked," the Prince continued. "I drove here stark naked. I walked from the parking space in front of your house to the back entrance of the playroom. Several people watched. I like making a statement, boy. I will make many statements while I am with you. I hope you don't mind my statements."

 

"I am certain I will not mind, Sir," I finally replied. "I will do my best to please you, Sir. And, if I may, can I also say something else?"

 

"Of course, boy," the Prince replied. "We will be together for some time. I want to hear what you are thinking."

 

"Thank you, Sir," I replied. "You are absolutely beautiful, Sir. Your body, your mind, your words, Sir, are absolutely beautiful."

 

"Thank you, boy," the Prince said. "I can see we will get along fine, boy. You, too, are a beautiful boy. Perfectly muscled. Perfectly tattooed. Perfectly pierced. Perfectly hairless. The test will be, however, how you react to me when I take your body. I will take what I want. I will own what I want. And, I will give you back to AJ as a sleep deprived slave boy. Now, I think we need to begin."

 

The Prince leaned down and picked up his duffle bag and emptied the contents on a large table beside him.

 

"First of all, boy," the Prince began. "You will need this."

 

The Prince held up a collar and walked toward me. He quickly secured the collar around my neck over the permanent collar from Master Ajmal and Master Marcus.

 

"Master," I recited my pledge. "I give you my mind, my body, and my soul, Master. I will forsake all others! I am yours!"

 

"Very good, boy," the Prince replied. "Now, I believe we both need this."

 

The Prince opened a bottle and took out two pills. He handed both to me with a bottle of water from the table beside him.

 

"What is this?" I said. "I don't do drugs and sex."

 

"Oh! I insist," the Prince replied.

 

"No drugs, Babak," Master Ajmal's voice shook the room through the speaker system. "The boy does not need drugs to perform."

 

"As you wish, AJ," the Prince replied as he put the pills down on the table.

 

The Prince took my wrist and led me to the sling. He fastened my wrists to the restraints at the head of the sling and my ankles to the restraints in the foot of the sling.

 

"I like to use a boy's ass in multiple ways," the Prince explained. "Your Master Ajmal and I took great pride in our creativity to use a boy's ass. Right AJ?"

 

"Yes, Baback," Master Ajmal's voice replied.

 

"Do you like my dick, boy?" the Prince asked as he fondled his already rock hard uncut 10-inch dick.

 

"Yes, Sir," I replied. "It is perfect. Perfect length. Perfect circumference. Uncut. Beautiful, just like you. Beautiful."

 

"I hope this means you are as taken with me as I am with you, boy," the Prince said.

 

"Yes, Sir," I replied. "Very taken with you, Sir. I am ready to give you my body, my mind, my soul, my heart, my everything."

 

"Good boy," the Prince said as he rubbed his hard dick at my ass. "I understand from AJ you have begun your Spirit Journey. I understand you have advanced in your understanding of how to make a man happy and sated. I, too, have taken many journeys on my Spirit Journey voyage. I can show you the power of a man who understands the Spirit Journey and what the journey means to everyone who comes in contact with a true Spirit Master. I know you will enjoy our time together, boy. I know it. I feel it. I can see it. We will meld our minds, our bodies, our love, our power, and our lust. This will be a very special journey for both you and me. Especially me."

 

"Yes, Sir," I replied in a whisper.

 

"I don't use lube when I take a boy," the Prince explained. "I find it reduces the transfer of energy if I use lube. I find the boy's reaction to my dick is not as thoughtful and determined."

 

"Yes, Sir," I whispered to the Prince. "Take me, Sir. Take me. Use me. Own me. I need to feel your power, Sir. Please, Sir, give me your Spirit Journey power."

 

"Good boy," the Prince responded as he shoved his big, hard dick into my ass.

 

"Uhhhhhh!" I moaned as I felt Master's huge, powerful dick completely lodge itself in my ass.

 

The Prince paused for a moment after his dick had completely filled my asshole. His trimmed pubic hair rubbed against my hairless, over grown balls. He leaned down, crushing my balls against his six-pack abs, and kissed me gently. Gently at first. Our lips brushed against one another. Then, his tongue found his way into my eager mouth. Our eyes met. He looked inside me. I looked inside him. We were one at the moment we went inside one another. His dick completed me. His tongue gave me the power of his love and lust. His whole body drifted into mine. I felt the pleasure I gave to his dick. I felt the pleasure I gave to his lips and tongue. I felt the pleasure I gave to his mind.

 

"Oh God!" I moaned between kisses. "I've never... felt this... way... before...! I want... you... like I... have never... wanted... another man... before!"

 

"Nor have I," the Prince whispered as he continued to kiss me. His dick stood motionless in my ass. I felt the pleasure he felt just having his dick in my ass.

 

After several more kisses, he began to move his dick inside my ass. Slowly. Deliberately. My dick grew even harder. I felt ready to explode even while I knew I would probably never cum again in my life. My dick strained against the Prince's six-pack abs.

 

We didn't talk for the next few hours. The Prince quietly worked his dick in and out of my ass. He kissed me. He smiled at me. All the time he kept looking into my eyes. I kept looking into my Prince's eyes. I saw his mind. I saw my Prince's mind, his heart, his dick giving me live sustaining power. I smiled at my Prince and pulled his lips tightly to mine. My Prince was about to come. I wanted him. I wanted his cum. I felt his power. I felt his love.

 

"Oh God yes!" the Prince shouted as I felt his ropes and ropes of cum into my ass. "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh..."

 

The Prince didn't collapse on top of me. Instead, he kept kissing me. More passion between us than I had ever felt. Power. It flowed between is dick to my ass and from my ass to his dick. We mixed our power, our love, our lust together. We didn't talk. We just kissed.

 

I felt his dick began to move in my ass again. He broke from our kiss and looked into my eyes. We didn't speak. We looked into each other's eyes. We smiled. Him to me. Me to him. He resumed kissing me.

 

After another hour at least, my Prince experienced another totally mind blowing orgasm. We were one. We would always be together on our Spirit Journeys' as Master and slave.

 

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"Tell us about your time with the Prince, boy," Master Marcus said as we had cocktails the evening after I was with the Prince.

 

"It was amazing, Master," I said. "I believe I am beginning to understand my Spirit Master better with every moment I spend with another man. At first it was Master Ajmal. Then it was Master Marcus. Then it was with my lover Garrison. Then it was with my husband Tim. Then it was with the Prince."

 

I paused.

 

"The Prince explained it to me without ever sounding a word," I continued. "He said we were going deeper and deeper into the Spirit World Forest. Finding new creatures within us. Finding new interests within us. Finding new power within us. Finding new dreams within us. Pulling others into our pursuits and dreams."

 

"It would be, I assume, safe to say, the Prince had a definite impact on you, Steven," Tim said with a smile. "But, we need details, rent boy. Details."

 

"Details?" I asked. "Isn't anything private around here?"

 

"Nope!" Tim said. "We want the details, rent boy. Spill."

 

"He fucked me for three hours and only came twice," I explained. "Then, he stuck his fist in my ass up to his shoulder. Think records to be broken, Master Marcus. Then, just to take things to a new level, he put two of this arms, entwined with one another, up my ass to his elbow. Remarkably, I only felt intense pleasure. No pain. I wanted more. We took a break for an hour and talked. He put me back into the sling and he put two arms in me again. Still, only pleasure. No pain."

 

I paused as Harvey delivered another round of drinks to the group.

 

"Phase three consisted of a severe flogging followed by a few hours on the bondage table," I further explained. "Think almost a thousand clothes pins, hot wax, skin ripping removal at one flick of a rope threaded through the clothespins. He gave me another flogging before one final fuck. Any questions?"

 

"How did you feel overall?" Garrison asked. "Think of this as a customer satisfaction survey only with the provider of services."

 

"Phenomenal," I replied. "I want more from my Prince."

 

"Good," Master Ajmal replied. "He rented you for a long, three-day weekend in a remote compound in the dessert of Arizona. Think last night's activities as well as some long-term bondage is the grueling heat and cold outside in a sandy, remote dessert. Also, I have settled on a price of $30 thousand for any three-day session. It will be added to my website tomorrow."

 

"Thank you, Master," I replied. "When will this happen?"

 

"Not until next August," Master Ajmal replied. "However, don't think you won't see him before your three-day weekend."

 

"And, Steven," Garrison added. "You have Andrew Zigholtz on your agenda."

 

"I know, Garrison," I said. "Don't rub it in."

 

"What's wrong with Andrew Zigholtz?" David ask.

 

"Nothing is wrong with Master Andrew," I said. "He is an extremely well-qualified sadist. He does like to lay on top of me after he fucks me, but he weighs about 400 pounds. And, I can assure you none of the weight is from muscle."

 

"Oh my!" Tim replied. "Steven, we need to discuss the legal issues surrounding Ramesh and his schooling."

 

"I know," I replied. "David, we need you to add Tim to the adoption. Tim, do you want to look into possible school options. I am sort of busy for the rest of the week."

 

"Sure thing, boss," David replied.

 

"It will be good practice to learn the educational system when Omar and Kathem are old enough to go," Tim added.

 

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"Steven!" Andrew exclaimed as he opened the door. "Come in my boy! I want you naked."

 

"Thank you, Sir," I said to a totally naked Andrew as I shed my leather jacket, flip-flops, and sweatpants. His hairy, overweight body looked larger than I had remembered. He had a full, untrimmed gray beard. His big, uncut dick stood at attention. About the only thing his body had to appreciate.

 

"You, my boy, are absolutely stunning!" Andrew replied. "I heard from some of the guys at the club you had totally transformed your body into this! Remarkable! Just remarkable."

 

"Thank you, Sir," I replied as he put his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him. My muscled body made a huge indent into his overweight stomach.

 

He put his lips on mine. His tongue found its way into my mouth. I gave in and began to greedily return his kisses. I pulled back slightly so I could whisper, "You are just as good of a kisser as you were years ago. I love kissing you."

 

"Thank you, Steven," Andrew replied. "Not many men will make time for a fat old leather queen like me. You never turned me away even when you weren't a prostitute. I always admired you for not making me feel stupid and pathetic."

 

"You, Sir," I whispered back. "You will never be pathetic. You are a remarkable man and one fucking good sadist. If I could, I would gladly give you my body."

 

"I know, boy," Andrew replied. "Let's have a drink and catch up on what's happening in our lives. I may run into my playtime with you, but I want to know what has happened to you since I last saw you."

 

"I think I can safely give you our talk-time at the end of our appointment," I replied. "I want to talk to you, too. I've missed our time together."

 

Andrew led me downstairs to his playroom. We sat at the bar as he made us a drink.

 

"So, Steven," Andrew said as he took a seat beside me. "I understand you no longer work at eSquare, you are married, you have two Masters, and you have two kids. When do you find the time to have your body rented?"

 

We talked for two hours before Andrew took me in his arms again and kissed me. Our passion grew quickly. As we continued our passionate embrace, I felt his had dick fighting with mine.

 

"I need you in me, Sir," I whispered. "I've missed your dick in my ass."

 

Master Andrew backed me toward the king bed in the middle of the room as we continued to embrace and kiss. I felt the bed on the back of my thighs. Master Andres guided me onto the bed on my back. His fat body pushed between my upraised legs as I offered him access to my ass.

 

He positioned his dick at my asshole. "I understand you don't need lube anymore, Steven. Is dry okay?"

 

"More than okay, Master," I whispered back. "Take me, please Master. Take me. Own me. Use me. Please, Master?"

 

"Gladly, boy," Master Andrew replied as he began to slowly push his foot-long, uncut, meaty dick into my ass. His stomach pushed into my balls as he made his way further and further into me. He stopped momentarily once he was fully in me. "I love your ass, Steven. Better than it used to be."

 

"I've had lots of practice," I replied. "Just fuck me, please, Sir. Fuck me hard."

 

Master Andrew never hesitated. His fat body began to pound my ass. Pulling his dick out and then stabbing it back into my ass. His sweat dripped onto my hairless muscled body. The hair on Master Andrew's body became wet with his sweat as he pounded my ass using his entire body weight to power his way into my ass.

 

We fucked and we fucked and we fucked. Over and over again, he slammed his dick into my asshole and then immediately pulled it out only to repeat the process again. Over and over and over. His sweat now poured off his body. The entire bed underneath me was soaked with Master Andrew's sweat. Yet, he continued to pound my ass until I heard him gasp.

 

"God I'm cumming," Master Andrew exclaimed as he began to unload in my ass. "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!"

 

His last spurt of cum blasted out of his dick and into my asshole just as he collapsed on top of me. He rested to catch his breathe. His entire overweight body coved my body. We lay still for several minutes until Master Andrew had recovered. His lips found mine and we began to kiss again.

 

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"You were late coming in last night, Steven," Tim replied. "Did something go wrong?"

 

"Nope," I replied as I stood naked beside Tim in the kitchen. "As I said, Master Andrew is one fucking good sadist. I couldn't tear myself away."

 

"You're such a good man, Steven," Tim replied. "You need to go visit your son, Ramesh. He has something to tell you."

 

"Is he in trouble?" I asked as I drank my first sip of coffee.

 

"Nope, he just needs to speak to you," I replied. "He's in his bedroom waiting."

I headed upstairs and knocked at Ramesh's open bedroom door.

 

"Hi, Dad," Ramesh greeted me. He was lying naked on his bed. He had propped himself up with his pillows against the head board of the bed. He had a book open. "I asked Tim a couple of questions, and he said I had to ask you."

 

"And, what might those questions be, Ramesh?" I asked as I sat down beside my son.

 

"I hope you don't hate me because I ask stupid questions, but if I don't ask, I won't know. First, why does your Master Ajmal and Master Marcus rent your body to other men?" Ramesh asked.

 

"Oh my!" I said while I stalled for time to reply. "You remember when I was publicly punished in the town square and then had my balls injected in front of a large group of people?"

 

"Yes," Ramesh replied. "You are a slave and you broke the rules. They performed the punishment in the public square to humiliate you."

 

"Do you know why they wanted to humiliate me?" I asked.

 

"You're a slave," Ramesh replied. "Slaves are supposed to be humiliated."

 

"One of the reasons I am rented to other men is to humiliate me," I replied. "The other reason is to allow me to serve my main purpose in life. I make men happy. It is what I do."

 

"Master Ajmal and Master Marcus charge a lot of money, right?" Ramesh asked.

 

"Yes," I replied. "What else?"

 

"Tim said you know about Calculus and Differential Equations," Ramesh said. "Can you help me with something I have been reading about?"

 

"I'll try," I replied. "I probably have forgotten everything I knew about Calculus and Differential Equations. What are you reading about?"

 

"Control theory," Ramesh replied.

 

"I can try to help, but I will need to brush up on control theory," I said. "But the bigger question is why is a 13-year old boy interested in control theory and how do you even know about differential equations?"

 

"I just found a book I believe you used in college and I was reading it," Ramesh replied. "I've known how to solve differential equations for two or three years now."

 

"I hate to ask, but what about Calculus?" I asked.

 

"Calculus comes before Differential Equations but after Trig," Ramesh replied.

 

"What about science?" I asked. "Are you interested in science?"

 

"Physics interests me," Ramesh replied. "Chemistry and biology really don't do it for me."

 

"What grade were you in in school?" I asked.

 

"I was in the 8th grade, but I was taking 12th grade science and math courses before I had to leave school," Ramesh replied. "Why?"

 

"I think we need to speak with a counselor at Francis Parker High school to see where you should be going to school," I replied. "Frankly, I've never known of a 13 year old to master Physics, Calculus, and Differential Equations."

 

"Tim said something too about him wanting to legally adopting me," Ramesh replied. "You would still be my Dad, right?"

 

"Yes, I would still be your Dad," I said. "Tim and I are married so we should both be your legal fathers."

 

"Thanks Dad," Ramesh said as he hugged me and put his arms around my neck. "I can't really believe I am here in the United States living with one of the most interesting group of men I can imagine. I never thought I could be happy being gay. Now I am exceedingly happy. I do hope my parents will be okay in the end and they don't get punished for harboring their gay son from the thugs who run the Middle East."

 

"Don't worry, Ramesh," I said. "We will keep in touch with your parents. As a matter of fact, I stopped at a couple of stores to pick up a few things. Why don't we go downstairs and I will explain them to you?"

 

I followed Ramesh downstairs and I couldn't help notice how good my son looks from the back. Hell, I couldn't help notice how good he looks from the front. `I've got to stop thinking about this shit!' I thought to myself.

 

I grabbed the two shopping bags and carried them into the kitchen. We sat down at the kitchen island as Tim joined us. I started with the bag from the Verizon store.

 

"I put you on our cell phone plan," I explained as I took the phone out of the box. "This is a Samsung Galaxy Note 7."

 

"You bought me a cell phone?" Ramesh asked.

 

"Of course," I replied. "You need to be able to communicate. I put Tim's number, my number, the house number, Lenard's number, Master Ajmal's number, and Master Marcus's number. I will show you how to add phone numbers and all of the other stuff later. I also set up a gmail account so you can send e-mails to your family. Questions?"

 

"You bought me a cell phone?" Ramesh asked again.

 

"Yes," I said. "We bought you a cell phone."

 

"Ramesh," Tim explained. "I think I know what YOU are thinking right now. Why did Steven spend all of this money on you, our adopted son? The reason Steven spent all of this money on you, our adopted son, is because your father is a very, very generous man. He also made a lot of money in his professional life. It is not a hardship for us to buy you a cell phone."

 

"Okay," Ramesh replied. I still don't think he was buying all this.

 

"I also stopped at the Microsoft store," I explained. "I bought you a new laptop and a new tablet. Do you know how to use a computer?"

 

"You bought me a cell phone AND a laptop AND a tablet?" Ramesh asked with his mouth ajar.

 

"Do you know how to use a computer, Ramesh?" Tim asked with a smile across his face.

 

"Yes," Ramesh replied. "We learned how to use them in school, but I never had a computer."

 

"You do now," I replied. "If you have questions, feel free to ask them."

 

"Thanks, Dads," Ramesh said. Tears were streaming down his cheeks. "You've been too good to me. I don't know what to say."

 

"Tell your Dad what you wanted to talk to be about," I suggested.

 

"Differential Equations and how it applies to control theory," Ramesh explained to Tim.

 

"Whatever you just said sounds like you are a very, very bright kid," Tim said with a smile. "But, I am not the one who would understand what you were talking about. You lost me with Differential Equations."

 

"Tim is not into math and science," I explained. "He was an English major."

 

"It explains why he doesn't know control theory?" Ramesh asked.

 

"Yes," I replied. "Ask him a question about writing and English, and he will help. Ask him a question about math and science, and he will look at you like you have four eyes."

 

"Got it," Ramesh said.

 

"Why don't you take your stuff upstairs to your room?" Tim suggested. "We will be in the living room before dinner at 7 pm."

 

"Thanks, Dads," Ramesh said as he gathered up his new electronics and dashed upstairs.

 

"Steven," Tim said as soon as Ramesh was out of earshot. "Do we need to revisit our naked rule now Ramesh is with us? The kid was sitting in the kitchen, naked, and hard as a rock. You were sitting in the kitchen, naked, and hard as a rock. I was sitting in the kitchen, naked, and hard as a rock."

 

"I see your point," I replied.

 

"And, for a 13-year-old boy, he has a big penis," Tim added.

 

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I drove to the Hellfire club house to meet Jose Vargas at 12 noon. I wore a sweat shirt and sweat pants as instructed. I rang the buzzer and waited. The door slowly opened.

 

"Jose!" I exclaim. `Shit he is beautiful,' I thought as I stood in shear amazement of the man standing before me. His five-foot ten-inch frame, clothed in tight, tight leather shorts and black leather harness, boasted a hugely muscled chest, huge biceps, six-pack abs, and tree-trunk legs. His skin glistened. His brown eyes blazed with lust and power.

 

"Steven!" Jose replied. "I'll bet you never thought you would see me like this."

 

"Not in the Hellfire clubhouse," I relied. "Did I miss something when we were working on some of our charity events?"

 

"No," Jose replied. "My family knew I was gay—they didn't know about my proclivity to S&M. They TOLD ME I NEEDED TO BE MARRIED or I would not be included in the family fortune. So, I got married. Two kids. I caught my wife running around with my best friend's wife. I am a happy gay boy now who has the funds to still keep my S&M proclivities in the closet. Hence, you are here."

 

"It is good to see you again, Jose," I replied. "I'm sorry about your wife. But, maybe I am not sorry if you decided to invite me here. Are you a member?"

 

"Yup," Jose replied. "I try to keep a low profile, but I am a member. We can have a discussion, but before we do, you need to be naked, Steven. I want to see your enhanced body. I have heard a lot about it. The last time I saw you naked was at the gym right before you left eSquare."

 

"A lot has happened since then," I replied as I kicked off my sneakers, dropped my sweat pants, and threw my sweat shirt in a corner.

 

"Holy shit, Steven!" Jose exclaimed. "I wouldn't let you out of my sight if I were your Master."

 

"Thank you, Jose," I replied. "It is part of my existence as my Master's slave. He likes the part about renting me to other men. I have no choice but to fulfill his promises to whomever he rents me to. And, to be perfectly frank, I enjoy it."

 

"If this all goes as planned, I am going to be a regular client, Steven," Jose replied as he stood near me and began to play with my nipples and my already hard dick. "Do you use this dick, Steven, or is it just ornamentation?"

 

"Mostly ornamentation," I replied. "I will explain, but I don't want to take up valuable time."

 

"God you are beautiful, Steven," Jose gushed. "Your muscles, your hairless body, your tattoos, your piercings, your balls, your dick. Everything. Just beautiful."

 

"You are beginning to sound like my other Master, Master Marcus," I said. "The last time he had his arm up my ass to his bicep, he said `Just beautiful, isn't it boy? Beautiful.'

 

"He had his arm in your ass up to his bicep?" Jose asked.

 

"Yes, Sir," I replied. "And, his arm is bigger than yours."

 

"Gives me lots of ideas, boy," Jose suggested.

 

"I have a fascination for fisting a hot slave boy's ass," Jose admitted. "We are going to have fun today. Wait! You said your other Master? How many fucking Masters do you have?"

 

"Technically two, Master Ajmal and Master Marcus," I said. "But I have five names branded on my ass. My husband Tim, my husband's lover David, and my lover—sometimes Master—Garrison."

 

"What's it like getting some sleep at your house?" Jose asked.

 

"Can be problematic at times," I replied with a smile. "Just so we are on the same page, Jose, there is really not much I haven't done sexually at one point or another in my life. So, let's not talk about what you want to do to me, just do it, Sir. We can talk about it afterward."

 

"Even though you are a masochistic slave boy bottom, you are still the same take-charge Steven I have always known," Jose replied as he picked up a collar from a table next to him. He secured the collar around my neck and stepped back.

 

"Master," I recited my pledge. "I give you my mind, my body, and my soul, Master. I will forsake all others! I am yours!"

 

Master Ajmal's words I remembered from my work with my Spirit Master flowed through my mind. I smile because I knew I would make my Master Ajmal proud of me while with Jose.

 

"Very good, boy," Jose replied as he clipped a leash to my collar. He led me to the sling and helped me in. He also put my wrists in the restraints at the head of the sling and my legs in restraints at the foot of the sling. My hard dick stood proud with anticipation. My hairless asshole beckoned to be used by my Master Jose.

 

I felt the power of my Spirit Master enter my body. He brought with him his lust and eagerness to give Master Jose a satisfying time using my body. I was Jose's slut slave boy and I would serve him proudly.

 

"I hope you like kissing, boy," Jose explained. "I like kissing even though I am a sadist Master."

 

I didn't answer. I just watched as Jose bent over my balls, dick, stomach, and chest and brushed his lips with mine.

 

"I am going to put my dick in your ass in two seconds, boy. Two fucking seconds. You will not understand what happened until I cum in your fucking slave boy ass!" Maslter Jose said as he ripped the leather shorts off his body. His dick. His beautiful dick blazed with a massive erection. His balls hung perfectly from the base of his perfect cock.

 

"Take me, Sir," I said. "Take me. Tame my ass. Use it. FUCK ME, SIR! FUCK ME NOW BEFORE I EXPLODE, SIR!"

 

"Gladly, boy," Jose whispered. "Gladly"

 

Master Jose said before he lined up his dick with my asshole. "This is what I wanted to do to you since the first time I met you, Steven. Shove my dick into your slave boy ass. You are fucking mine. Mine!"

 

He shoved his dick into me.

 

"Oh shit you feel good in me, Master! Fucking magnificent! Fuck me, Master, please, fuck me! Now before I explode, please, Master, Sir! Please fuck me!"

 

Master Jose did what I asked for. He fucked me. He fucked me long and hard. Fast and powerful. Occasionally, he shifted his position so he could kiss me, but he continued to drive his dick in and out of my slave boy ass. Master Jose's sweat poured off his perfectly muscled body and onto mine. We were both drenched.

 

When I first realized I could see Master Jose's eyes, I knew we were in this for the long haul. His eyes were on fire. His gaze intense. His lust broadly displayed in his eyes. On his face. On the rippling muscles in his arms and chest. Most importantly I experienced his lust through his dick. His powerful uncut dick. Driving me to almost insanity as I struggled against the power of his body and the power of his mind. His mind was beautiful and at the same time sinister. He was taking me as his prize whether or not I, or my Masters, really wanted me to be taken.

 

I heard my Spirit Master whisper in my ear. It was more than a whisper. It was more like a loud roar, but Spirit Master didn't roar. He whispered. `Remember what your Master said about serving other men.'

 

"Yes," I moaned. "Take me, Master. Make me yours. Take me. Own me."

 

At the moment the words left my lips, Master Jose's expression changed. It changed from a powerful, lust-filled man into a man who was about to share his power giving seed with me.

 

"I'm cumming, boy!" Master Jose spat out as his power, lust, and energy increased what seemed to be ten fold.

 

"Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!"

 

Master Jose rested his body on top of mine as his breathing became more regular and his energy spent in his massive orgasm returned.

 

Without words spoken, Master Jose found my lips again which were abandon in the heat of his passion.

 

Master Jose brushed my lips with his. His tongue parted his lips and found its way into my mouth. I eagerly took his tongue inside me just like I took his dick inside me. He was in me. He was part of me.

 

His kisses lit up my senses. My dick seemed ready to explode. My head buzzed with excitement. My mind raced with thoughts of pleasuring the man who occupied my body. My Spirit Master rested contently beside us. My Master's words rippled through my head.

 

Master Jose's dick began to move in my ass as his tongue fought to overtake my mouth. His passion burst out of its shell and into my body. I was alive with Master Jose's touch. With his tongue in my mouth and his dick in my ass. His whole body seemed to be part of mine. I wanted to share all of me with Master Jose. All of me. Every single drop of blood. Every ounce of muscle. Every bone in my body. My mind. I shared everything about me with Master Jose.

 

I felt him think to himself, `I need more.' Master Jose abruptly stopped kissing me. He stopped moving his dick in me. He looked into my eyes and I saw it. I saw him bursting another massive load of cum inside my slave boy ass.

 

"Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!"

 

Master Jose rested his body again on mine. Once his breathing and body recovered, he looked at me and smile. "You are one addictive slave boy, Steven. I've just begun. We've just begun."

 

Master Jose raised his muscular body off mine and slipped is life-giving dick out of my ass.

 

My eyes never left his body. His perfectly muscled body. His muscles glistened with the sweat from his strenuous workout with my ass. His dick still hard. His hair slightly ruffled.

 

Master Jose moved swiftly and gracefully around the room as he gathered the things he would need for his next action. He moved a table on wheels next to my ass as well as a wheeled stool. When he reached for the can of Crisco, he looked into my eyes and smiled. The same smile he gave me when I told him about my Master Marcus sticking his arm in me up to his bicep.

 

I relaxed into the sling. I watched Master Jose prepare for the ultimate fuck job of my life. No talking. Just a quiet, lust-filled room with two men who were about to share an unbelievably erotic moment.

 

Master Jose sat on the stool as he slathered Crisco on his fist and arm. Up to his elbow. Up to his bicep. Up to his armpit. His beautiful hairy, sweaty armpit. His rippling arm muscles made my dick harder than it had ever been before.

 

Master Jose finished slathering his arm—his whole arm—with Crisco. Our eyes met as he touched my asshole with his fingers. His power, his lust, his needs practically shot out of his eyes like lightning bolts. I knew he heard me think, `I will please you Master!'

 

Master Jose's fist began its journey into my ass. The fingers. The knuckles. The wrist. The forearm.

 

"Fuck yes," I hissed as his elbow pushed its way into my ass.

 

I watched in the mirror over the sling as his perfectly muscled arm disappeared into my ass. As his bicep disappeared inside my ass, I heard my Master Marcus whisper to me, `Beautiful, boy. Just beautiful.' I beamed with lust, love, pride, and humility as I looked into Master Jose's face. He, too, was smiling. He was, no doubt, in lust with my ass. My ass which contained his entire right arm up to his armpit.

 

`Remember your Master's words, boy, about serving other men,' Spirit Master whispered. `This is your duty in life, boy. Make this man happy!'

 

Master Jose looked up from my ass and whispered to me, "What do you think, boy?"

 

"Beautiful, Sir," I whispered back. "Just beautiful, Sir! Make me yours, Sir! Please make me yours!"

 

"Consider it done, boy," Master Jose replied. "Consider it done."

 

Master Jose began to move his arm in my ass. He rotated his arm so it stretched my asshole further open. I felt his elbow flex inside me. His bicep massaged my prostate. I felt as though I would explode with powerful shots of cum all over my sweaty, arm-filled body. But, I couldn't. Instead, my dick stiffened to new hardness—something I had never felt in my life. My life giving seed built up in my dick. My swollen balls ached.

 

Master Jose began to move his arm slowly and gently in and out of my ass. His bicep appeared and disappeared only to repeat and repeat and repeat and repeat. My dick and balls had to explode they were so full, but they didn't. Instead, Master Jose looked at me and said in a hushed voice, "This is my heaven on earth, Steven. My arm in your ass. I feel something I've never felt before with a boy. Something beyond words almost. It feels almost spiritual."

 

"Me, too, Sir," I replied as he smiled at me.

 

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"I'm surprised to see you still awake," I said as I entered the house through the garage entrance.

 

"I couldn't sleep," Tim replied. "I have these two characters bounding around in my head. I can't seem to get them to disappear. David is no help either. After the fourth time he fucked me after we went to bed, he said he couldn't perform anymore. I am thinking I need to get him a script of Viagra.... Actually, not only cannot sleep, I am dying to know if Jose looks as good naked as he does in a tux."

 

"Better," I replied. "Absolutely stunning muscled body. Classically enthusiastic brown eyes. Nice uncut eight-inch dick."

 

"How many times did he fuck you?" Tim asked.

 

"Technically only twice," I replied. "He came in me five times. Twice the first time and three times on the last."

 

"He wants to get together with you and me for a drink sometime," I replied. "I need to speak with Master Ajmal about the employee fraternizing policy."

 

"You are not really an employee, Steven," Tim added. "He owns you."

 

"I see your point, Tim." I replied. "Would it help if I slept with you...? To go to sleep, I mean."

 

"I think it would, yes," Tim said. "Thank you for offering."

 

"Isn't helping get to sleep what husbands are for?" I asked. "Since you don't fuck me anymore, I will have to be happy, don't you think?" Tim asked.

 

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I arrived at a stately brick two story house in one of Evanston's tonier sections. As I rang the bell, I heard the distinct sound of a dog barking on the other side of the door.

 

"Stop it, Duke!" A deep voice voice commanded. The dog stopped barking and the door opened. "Steven, I presume!"

 

"Yes, Sir," I replied. I am sure I looked like a fool standing in front of an incredibly handsome man. He was six-feet six-inches of man. His chocolate brown skin and Asian facial features turned more than on eye in his life. His biceps bulged and his chest stretched the tank top material tightly. I saw every crevice in his perfectly sculpted chest and his ass man my heart skip a beat.

 

"I'm Jay Lee Dong," the handsome man said with an outstretched hand offered to me for shaking. "You can call me Sir or Master or Master Jay. Use whichever best suits your mood, boy! You need to be naked, now!"

 

I stripped. Master Jay looked. "I like what I see."

 

"Thank you, Sir!" I replied.

 

Master Jay led us into the huge, newly remodeled kitchen. "Have a seat. Drink?"

 

"Vodka in the rocks," I said.

 

"I wanted to get some things out of the way before I begin to enjoy you," Master Jay said as he handed me my drink and took a seat on the stool beside me. "I am a retired Captain of the US Marine Corp. And, before you ask how a retired Marine Corp Captain can afford this house, this house was originally owned by my grandparents. I inherited. Also, before you see me naked, I also need to warn you I lost my legs in an IUD explosion four years ago. That's my story."

 

"Thank you for your service, Sir. You are an extremely nice looking man, Sir," I added.

 

"Thank you, boy," Master Jay replied. "Tell me about you, boy."

 

"Unremarkable story, really, Sir," I replied.

 

"Not from what I understand, MR. CALDWELL," Master Jay said adding emphasis to my name. He was smiling. "Mayor's committee for the LGBQ community."

 

"So, you are onto me," I replied.

 

"Yes," Mater Jay replied "Why this line of work?"

 

"Master Ajmal and Master Marcus own me," I explained. "I don't have a choice. Besides..., I like what I do. And, I am good at it."

 

"You should be for 10 grand," Master Jay said with a smile. "I want to meet the man who collared Steven Caldwell."

 

"I'll arrange it," I replied. "Now, as a slave boy, I am overstepping my boundaries here, but you said you wanted to clear the air."

 

"Ask away," Master Jay said.

 

"Can I see you naked? You look like you have an amazing body," I explained.

 

"You will need to take off my clothes," Master Jay ordered. "Shirt first. Shoes. Jeans. Then, I will be naked."

 

"Yes, Sir," I replied as I stood before my hunk of a Master. As I slipped Master Jay's tight T-shirt, I gasp at the sight of the man standing before me. His extremely well-toned chest and huge biceps matched his six-foot six-inch frame. His nipples caught my attention as did is six-pack abs. I wanted to put them in my mouth in his nipples and suck on them, but I restrained myself.

 

"Now, the shoes," Master Jay said. "This may be a bit confusing, but it's me."

 

"I am a fast learner, Sir," I replied as I slipped off his shoe to reveal his metal walking prosthesis some runners wear. When I had both shoes off, I unbuttoned his jeans and began to tug them down. His hard, eleven inch uncut, extra meaty dick popped out and slapped his beautiful abs. My dick stood at attention. "You are making this difficult, Sir. Your dick is beautiful."

 

"Thank you, boy," Master Jay replied as he sat on the stool so I could slip his jeans off. "You are pretty special yourself, boy."

 

"Thank you, Sir," I replied as we both starred into one another's eyes. I hoped he knew my eyes right now were filled with intense lust and how I wanted him to use my body.

 

"Do you like to kiss, boy?" Master Jay asked.

 

"Yes, Sir," I replied.

 

Master Jay stood and moved his entire six-foot six-inch body so his skin touched my skin. My body tingled. My muscles twitched as his lips touched mine. He opened his mouth. I opened mine. His tongue in my mouth. My dick felt like it would explode.

 

Master Jay backed up and sat on the stool he had occupied. He spread his legs and pulled me next to him. His dick. My dick. Dick to dick. Lips to lips. Tongue to tongue.

 

"You are one fucking good kisser, boy," Master Jay said after significant and successful efforts to lock me in his massive arms.

 

"You, too, Sir," I whispered.

 

"I might abduct you and hold you captive for the rest of your life, you," Master Jay said. "But, you would probably like it, wouldn't you, boy?"

 

"Yes, Master," I replied. I wasn't lying nor was I faking the role play implied in Master Jay's statement.

 

"Before we get into anything heavier, I want to fuck you," Master Jay said. "But, I want to fuck you with my collar around your neck."

 

Master Jay picked up the collar from the kitchen island and secured it around my neck.

 

"Master," I recited my pledge. "I give you my mind, my body, and my soul, Master. I will forsake all others! I am yours!"

 

Master Ajmal's words played in my head. Master Ajmal will be proud of me while I am with Master Jay.

 

"Let's go upstairs to my bedroom," Master Jay suggested as he led the way to the back of the house. "I had an elevator installed to accommodate my legs."

 

When we arrived on the second floor, he led me to his bedroom. The comforter and blankets had been removed. A leather sheet covered the mattress.

 

Master Jay helped me onto the bed on my back. I lifted and opened my legs. As Master Jay took his place at my asshole, he began to apply a significant about of lube. `I want to please this man, Master. Help me please him,' I thought. I felt he was watching.

 

Master Jay lined up his big, hard, uncut dick with my asshole. Our eyes met.

 

"Oh fuck, yes, Master!" I moaned as Master Jay pushed his dick in with one swift powerful stroke.

 

Master Jay leaned into me and pressed his lips against mine. I sucked his tongue into mine as his passion became more focused. Then, passion turned to lust as he began to pump his huge dick in and out of my ass.

Master Jay found a pace suitable with a man of his powerful muscles. As his dick began to move faster and faster in my ass, his tongue continued using my mouth. His passion exploded. My body felt his power consume me. His energy drove my passion and my lust. `I need this. I need to please my Master Jay. I need to make him happy. I need to satisfy him.' I thought to myself. With Master Jay's tongue in my mouth and his dick in my ass my body went wild. His bodaky connected with mine.

 

"Take me, Master!" I moaned.

 

Master Jay abruptly stopped kissing me. He, instead, concentrated on stabbing my ass harder and faster with his dick in me. He looked into my eyes and I saw it. I saw him bursting massive load of cum inside my slave boy ass.

 

"Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!"

 

Master Jay rested his body again on mine. Once his breathing and body recovered, he looked at me and smiled. "Your ass is mighty fine, boy. I've just begun it and the rest of your body."

 

Master Jay raised his muscular body off mine and slipped is life-giving dick out of my ass.

 

My eyes never left his body. His perfectly muscled body. The sweat from his strenuous workout with my ass highlighted his muscled chest and arms. His dick still stood tall. Master Jay offered his hand to help me out of bed.

 

Once I stood beside him, he pulled me closer and kissed my forehead, "I need to send AJ a thank you note, boy. I am still toying with an abduction scene which is real—very real. Now, let's get to the fun part."

 

Master Jay attached my leash to his collar and led me out of his bedroom. Instead of going downstairs when we reached the elevator, we went up.

 

I stood in awe when the elevator doors opened.

 

"This used to be the ballroom where my grandparents hosted hundreds of parties for the people of Evanston, Chicago, Wilmette. I turned it into a playroom the first month I owned the house. It is my pride and joy. But, because of my legs—or lack thereof—I haven't used it as much as I wanted to use it. Boys tend to be scared of Masters without legs."

 

"Your legs are beautiful, Master," I said in disbelief. "How could someone think of you as anything but perfect. Your body. Your mind. Your service to your country. Let me know who these fuckers are who are scared of you, and I will see to it they have a change of attitude."

 

"I just saw the Steven Caldwell I used to see with the Mayor of Chicago," Master Jay replied. "There is something about a slave boy—especially one as handsome as you—who can still take charge of others' lives when he prefers to be submissive sexually! I like it."

 

"Thank you, Sir," I replied.

 

"Where should we start, boy?" Master Jay asked as his hand swept the room.

 

"Sir," I began to explain. "My sole goal in being here is to make you happy and satisfied, Sir. Not because you paid to use my body, but because this is who I am. I am a slave boy who wants to make his Masters happy and satisfied. Please don't think of me as Steven Caldwell. Please thing of me as a path to make yourself happy and satisfied. Please, Sir! Use me. Own me. Take me."

 

"Very well, boy," Master Jay said. I could see the power and lust return. He was suddenly even more dominant than he had been. I felt his power. I felt his energy. I felt his lust.

 

Master Jay tugged on my leash and began to lead me to the bondage table.

 

"Before I put you on the table, I need to piss," Master Jay said quietly. "Now!"

 

I immediately dropped to my knees and faced my prize, Master Jay's eleven-inch, uncut, black dick. I felt my own dick suddenly expand to new hardness. My balls ached from disuse. I watched as Master Jay took his big dick and guided it towards my mouth. I opened my mouth wide as he put it in. First the tip. Then the center of my mouth. I wrapped my lips around his cock and waited. I waited for the life giving man piss I was about to receive.

 

It started slowly as a trickle. The volume suddenly increased to a steady powerful stream. I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. The steady stream calmed to a slow trickle. Finally, it stopped.

 

As Master Jay began to remove his dick from my mouth, I used my tongue to lick the last vestiges of piss from Master Jay's dick.

 

"Very good, boy," Master Jay replied. "Didn't waste a drop."

 

Master Jay offered me his hand to help me stand.

 

"Now, boy," Master Jay began. "We will start having some serious fun. On your back on the bondage, boy. This will be so, so much fun... for me."

 

"I am looking forward to pleasing you, Sir," I replied as I saw the lust in his eyes and in his dick.

 

Master Jay put the restrains on me. Ankles with legs spread eagle. Wrists stretched tightly apart. Strap across my waist. Master Jay tested the restraints before he continued.

 

Master Jay turned away from me and stood beside the wall of whips. He selected two. He also carried back a large leather covered box and put it and the whips on the table.

 

He returned beside me.

 

"We will start with these," Master Jay said as he began preparing the nipple clamps. "I have others I will use on you, but these are an excellent way to begin."

 

Master Jay took my left nipple between his fingers and squeezed and pulled until he was satisfied I was ready.

 

The first clamp bit down tightly on my nipple.

 

"Ahhhh!" I moaned.

 

Master Jay took my right nipple between his fingers and prepared it to receive the clamp.

 

"Ahhhh!" I moaned as the second clamp seated itself.

 

Master Jay moved his attention from my nipples to my balls.

 

"These are a piece of art, boy," Master Jay replied. "Whose idea was it to make them this big?"

 

"Master Ajmal and Master Marcus," I replied. "My husband helped make decisions about my balls in the beginning, but now he mostly just lets Master Ajmal and Master Marcus make the decisions about my balls."

 

"I also saw the movie with you and the black guy where you were hung by the balls," Master Jay continued. "We might try it later, but now I have other ideas about these balls."

 

He returned with a metal and plastic device. "Do you know what this is, boy?"

 

"Ball clamp, Sir," I replied.

 

"Excellent," Master Jay said as he pulled on my balls.

 

Master Jay began working to get my balls into the clamp. He fastened a ring around the base of my penis to hold my balls away from my body. With the ring locked into place, he positioned both of my balls on the underneath flat surface. Master Jay pulled the second flat surface opposite the other and threaded a large bolt through the two pieces of metal. They felt cold against my scrotum.

 

Master Jay began to turn the bolts so the surfaces closed tighter. First the right and then the left. He kept adding pressure on my balls.

 

"Ahhhhhhh Shit!" I moaned as the left bolt tightened to firmly compress my balls.

 

"Does it hurt, boy?" Master Jay asked.

 

"Yes, Sir," I whispered through the pain in my balls.

 

"Do you want me to stop, boy?" Master Jay asked.

 

"No, Master," I whispered. "Please don't stop Master. More, please more."

 

Master Jay didn't hesitate. He gave the right bolt a quick turn which crushed my balls significantly.

 

"Ahhhhhhhh!" I moaned again.

 

Master Jay turned again to the table with the leather box on top. He dug out another item. It was a Wartenberg wheel.

 

"This is one of my favorite toys," Master Jay explained. "I will use it a lot during your time with me. Various places on a boy's body have different responses. I will try to be as thorough as possible."

 

Master Jay put the wheel on my extra hard dick.

 

"Ahhhhhh!" I moaned as Master Jay pressed down and rolled it the length of my dick.

 

Master Jay grabbed my dick and pushed the foreskin down to expose the tip of my penis. He rolled the wheel from the beginning of the foreskin to the top and back down the other side.

 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I moaned as the wheel felt like a million needles baring down on my hard, exposed penis tip.

 

Master Jay tied to cover every possible centimeter of my exposed penis head. By this time, I was breathing hard, trying to forget the pain induced in my penis. He put the wheel down and picked up a long fairly hard strip of leather.

 

Master Jay positioned my dick so he had direct access to the exposed head of my dick.

 

"You'll like this, boy," Master Jay said as I watched him slam the leather strap across the exposed head of my dick.

 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed.

 

"I said you would like it, boy," Master Jay said as his grin change to a smirk. "Do you want me to stop, boy?"

 

"No, Sir," I replied. "Please don't stop! More please, Sir. More."

 

"I thought you might say you wanted more," Master Jay said.

 

Master Jay turned his attention to the exposed head of my dick and began slamming the leather strap across various parts of my dick.

 

"Ahhhhh!" I screamed at every whack.

 

"Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!" I screamed until Master Jay stopped.

 

"Good boy!" Master Jay said. "Good thing you don't actually use your dick, boy. It's going to be sore for a few days."

 

-"Thank you, Sir," I replied.

 

Master Jay replaced the wheel and leather strap to an electro shock controller with several electrodes.

 

"I will need to take this off," Master Jay said as he moved to the ball press. "It's been on for an hour, boy. I'll put it on you again before you leave."

 

"Thank you, Sir," I said.

 

My balls hurt more after Master Jay relieved the tension. After Master Jay fondled each of my balls for several moments, he began to place the electrodes on my body. Each ball. Inside my dick like a catheter. Nipples. Armpits. Soles of my feet. Several on my stomach. Master Jay even managed to get one into my asshole.

 

"Now, boy," Master Jay explained. "I am going to turn the console to random play mode. Then, I am going over to the bar, and I will have a drink or two. I think an hour on this will be good for your slave boy spirit, don't you think?"

 

"Yes, Sir," I replied. "Anything you say, Sir."

After two hours on the electro-shock device, I was totally freaked out. The shocks were mostly light and stimulating. But, when it shocked my dick, I nearly broke through the restraints.

 

"I think we are done here, Steven," Master Jay finally said as he turned off the controller and started to remove the electrodes. "I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did. My mind goes wild with anticipation when I put a boy on the electro-shock controller."

 

Once Master Jay had removed all of the electrodes, he began to remove the restraints which held me stable on the bondage table. My dick was hard as a rock from the moment Master Jay stared the electroshock machine. It remained hard. I swear it had grown.

 

"Let's have another drink," Master Jay suggested after I sat naked and hard on the stool beside the playroom bar. "Vodka on the rocks?"

 

"Yes, Sir," I replied. "Thank you, Sir."

 

Once Master Jay had made the drinks, he sat beside me. "Here's to our time together so far, Steven."

 

"Cheers, Sir," I replied.

 

"So our time together can be good for both of us, I want to know what did you enjoy most?" Master Jay asked.

 

"Your dick in my ass, Sir," I replied.

 

"Good," Master Jay continued. "I love to fuck. I especially loved your sloppy slave boy ass. I also want to know more about your Spirit Journey. Your Master Ajmal explained some of the details, but I want to hear it from you. I am also on my Spirit Journey. It has helped me get through losing my legs and become a whole person again."

 

"We connected when you were fucking me earlier," I replied. "Did you feel it as well?"

 

"Yes, boy," Master Jay replied. "I definitely felt it. I love connections made through my Spirit Journey. One of the reasons I agreed to rent you, boy, is your photo on the website. I felt the connection the moment I saw you naked. I also love the movies you have done so far. I hope there are more."

 

"There will be, Sir," I replied. "Good ones, I think."

 

"How did you go from a high powered executive at eSqaure, a prominent figure in city politics, an extremely discerning contributor to several charities to a rent boy?" Master Jay asked.

 

"Luck," I responded. "Pure luck. I met my husband in Provincetown. I met Master Ajmal in Provincetown after my husband and I bought the house there. My husband Tim, boyfriend at the time, reconnected with a previous boyfriend in Provincetown. My husband's ex-boyfriend is now the husband of my Master Ajmal. Master Marcus and Master Ajmal share ownership of me. My husband recently became involved with another man, David. They are lovers now. And, my husband and David connected with a former rent boy client at the commitment ceremony between Master Ajmal, Master Marcus, and me. My husband is toying with a Master/slave relationship with this man as his slave. My husband's boyfriend is a love interest of my husband's Master. But, I have always, in my mind, been a slave boy who liked to be controlled. Doing what I do now makes me very, very happy."

 

"You move between your power roles and your slave boy rolls very seamlessly, Steven," Master Jay replied. "I know it is early, but would you like to share my bed with me for a few hours? I have been standing for a long time now. I need to take off the prostheses. Will you have problems with your Master in bed with you without legs?"

 

"Not at all, Sir," I replied. "Provided, of course, you will fuck me several times."

 

"It's a given, boy," Master Jay replied with a smile. "When I start, I don't like to stop."

 

 

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This is my 51^st posting of my second story on Nifty.org. You can read my other story, `Sam and Chris' in the College section. Please click here for the link to that story.

 

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