Date: Thu, 12 Jan 2023 03:08:15 +0000
From: y.f.n.s.p. <yfnsp@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Better Man Wins - Ch. 03

The Better Man Wins
  by yfnsp
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Chapter 3  -  Acquired

"Is it okay with you if Mason fucks me?" I asked, enunciating the
question clearly and precisely. It was a simple one, but I didn't want to
have to repeat it. Anna looked mildly surprised. Her long, lank hair,
still damp from the shower, did absolutely nothing to detract from her
radiant perfection. Rather, it seemed to accentuate the widening of her
large, clear eyes.

"Can I watch?" She didn't address me; she was looking at Mason. And I
felt humiliated. It was odd that, of all that had transpired that night,
*this* was what I found humiliating.

"Absolutely!" He grinned at her. "In fact, I insist." In an exaggerated
gesture of gallantry, he made a little bow and waived he toward the easy
chair across from the bed. "Won't you please be seated?"

'Oh, that's how it is,' I thought to myself, 'this is a special
performance.' And I realized that my deflowering was part of Mason's plan
to debase me in Anna's eyes, furthering his case to breed with her in my
stead. And with that realization, my humiliation was complete, even as it
morphed into insane lust. God, how I wanted it! I needed to be bred by
this man. Was that only because I wanted to create the suggestion that he
should breed her too, or was it also because the idea of the ultimate
male submission, being penetrated by another man, was so excitingly
humiliating?

"Jack, up on the bed," he commanded. It sound rather like a dog's
command. "Keel, right here." He positioned me close to the end of the
bed. "Head down. That's it," he said as my ass went up.

I turned my head, my cheek to the bed, so I could watch Anna as she
watched me. She looked comfortably relaxed with her feet up on the chair,
her arms around her legs with her chin on her knees.

"Let's get a little lube first," Mason was saying as if narrating a
documentary. He reached under me, squeezed my turgid cock, collected the
resulting precum, and rubbed it gently on my anxious hole. "And, a little
more," he said, squeezing my cock again. "No use letting it go to waste."
This time, even more precum oozed from my cock, enough for Mason to apply
to his cock and into my tight orifice that opened under his ministrations
to let a finger, then two, inside. It was amazing to feel my sphincter
stretch, and so was the motion of his fingers sliding through that
sensitive ring. I couldn't wait to find out how his cock would feel.

I didn't have to. I felt Mason remove his fingers and replace them with
something much more soft and blunt at my entrance. Soft and yet
unyielding, it demanded admittance to my inner chamber, pushing firmly
until it just popped through my defenses, filling the space inside,
reshaping my rectal walls to fit it like a glove. Waves of delight
coursed through my balls, to my cock, and up my spine, piercing my brain
with pleasure. I watched Anna spread her knees; her jaw dropped at the
sight of me impaled. Her legs spread wider and she touched herself there
between her thighs, the place where someday Mason's babies would be born.
That's what I was thinking of as his cock began pushing again, wanting to
go deeper, wanting to breed me too - erect cocks only know one thing.

The pleasure dimmed as Mason's tool plumbed my depths, reaching another
resistance point. It hurt! I closed my eyes and tried to relax, I think I
groaned. Then, suddenly, the pain was gone and I felt Mason's hips
pressing against my ass. He was all the way in! It felt so full back
there! I opened my eyes again and sighed. I guess I had been holding my
breath. I saw Anna staring intently, rubbing her pussy with deep
concentration.

After a few moments' rest, Mason started to fuck me. I felt the
scintillating friction in my anal opening as he withdrew inches and
inches of his hardness. I felt the odd sensation of emptiness in my
depths as the occupying force withdrew. And then, in reverse, the
friction again and the stretching fullness returned. One beautifully
executed cycle, so fulfilling, followed by another. And another.
Gathering speed, his motion settled into rocking rhythm, the rhythm of
sex, the rhythm of mating, of rutting, the animal motion of male
gratification. This was different from sucking his cock. I had been the
actor then, in control; this was totally passive.

I sensed the joy of abandon in Mason, the indulgent satisfaction of pure
penile pleasure with the anticipation of orgasmic release. I watched Anna
watching Mason use me. Her hand was a blur between her legs, her brows
were knit and her mouth was open. God, she looked beautiful!

I felt the pounding of the piston pumping me. I listened to the grunts of
my mate, I heard the moaning of my wife. I was silent, still and passive.
It wasn't about me; it was for Mason. And I loved it. Being used. Being
Mason's puppet, his sex toy. It was a privilege to be a receptacle, a
cock sleeve, for him. I needed to be useful to him in that way. I watched
Anna fingering herself. Did she see it too? Mason had made love to her;
he had pleasured her, not just himself. This was different. I was being
used solely for Mason's gratification; I was an appliance, nothing more.
It was deeply satisfying.

I closed my eyes and surrendered to the bliss of the rhythm of the
pounding of my bowels. I felt the rhythmic slapping of his balls against
mine. I felt his controlling presence behind me, above me. I heard the
squish-squish sound of assfucking in sync with the cyclic pulsing in my
guts. I felt the steady bobbing of my throbbing cock as he rocked me. He
was relentless, his rhythm perfect, an athletic, balletic performance of
untiring virility. I was floating... 'Don't stop. Let him keep doing this
forever, never stopping... Let me die like this', I thought. Fucked into
oblivion...

But then Anna's quiet moaning suddenly rose an octave and by a several
decibels, breaking my reverie. I opened my eyes to see her convulsing in
orgasm. Her eyes were closed. Both feet had come off the chair; her legs
had straightened out in front of her and were flailing wildly as she
tried to stifle a scream of ecstasy. Her radiant beauty and the pure joy
of sexual release as she thrashed about astounded me, aroused me to new
heights, and pushed me over the edge. I felt my cock convulse. I felt my
ass contract too, pulsing with my cock as it spewed repeated spurts of
cum, driven out by Mason's masterful strokes.

Anna opened her eyes in time to see me cumming - cumming without touching
my cock, brought to orgasm by Mason's fucking. 'How unmanly!' I thought,
nevertheless proud of the accomplishment. She watched as I came and came,
while Mason, the man, the male actor in this fuck-scene, kept up his
powerful rhythm, continuing to work my ass even as it convulsed around
his cock, a display of virile power and stamina.

I felt my balls empty and my cock soften and shrink, and still he fucked
me. I heard his heavy breathing as his massive member continued to pump
in and out of my eager fuck-hole. I felt the heat of his body radiating
down on me; he was dripping sweat onto me, baptizing me into union with
his cock. I closed my eyes again and luxuriated in the warmth of my
emasculation, unmanned by a real man, reduced to a limp-dicked vessel. My
pleasure was unabated, though, just altered. No longer building to a
climax, I nevertheless felt fully aroused, alive to the new sensation of
being anally fucked.

My attention shifted from the pleasure in my butt-hole to the man
delivering it. Another wave of gratitude and admiration came over me. My
passivity, as blissful as it was, seemed selfish all of a sudden. What
was He feeling, I wondered, as his manly effort continued, never ceasing
to thrill my butt-hole. I only hoped my ass was giving as much pleasure
as it was receiving. I started to move a little, bucking back against his
thrusts. 'Let him know how much I love his cock in me,' I said to myself.
I tried squeezing my sphincter in time with his thrusts to increase the
pull of my pussy on his out-strokes. This elicited a grunted "Yeah!" from
him and an increase in the speed of his thrusting. It was music to my
ears.

As they sped up, his thrusts became more violent and erratic. That
shifted me to a new level of excitement, both from the intensity of the
anal stimulation and from my growing anticipation of his impending
orgasm. And when it came, when He came, it was with a mighty groan and a
mighty thrust and I might have almost passed out from the sheer bliss of
feeling his cock expand as it fired volley after volley of sperm into the
depths of me.

When all the shooting was over, and the proverbial smoke had cleared,
Mason leaned down and whispered in my ear, "You liked that, didn't you,
Jack?" His cock was still inside me. I squeezed my muscle again in
response, and to milk his cock of any residual cum. That helped eject
Mason's softening missile.

"Mmm, yes. Thank you," I murmured, still aglow, aware of Mason's cum
inside me.

"For what, Jack?" Mason prompted in a louder voice. I knew what he
wanted.

"Thank you for fucking me, sir," I answered loud enough for Anna to hear.

"You're welcome, Jack. Next time, though, I want you smooth. Lose the
hair, okay?"

"Hair? Oh, okay, yes, sure..." So, there was going to be a next time, I
thought, relieved. I had been a little afraid that this was going to be a
one-time thing. I wanted this experience again. I wanted it to be a
regular part of my life.

"Anal sex is kind of dirty, Jack. Do you want to clean my cock for me?"
Mason proposed.

"Yes, please," I replied meekly, knowing exactly why he had made it sound
like my desire instead of just telling me to do it.

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The silence as we drove home that night was uncomfortably pregnant. There
was so much that needed airing, but neither of us seemed to know where to
begin. I forayed into light banter. "So, not such a bad guy after all, is
he?"

"Ha, ha," she fake-laughed, and then more seriously, said, "No, you were
right about him..." She sounded a little embarrassed. A glance confirmed
that she was blushing.

"I think you like him," I said, trying to keep it light.

"Well...," she replied slowly, "he's not exactly marriage material, so
you don't need to worry about that." Keeping it light wasn't going to be
easy, like trying to float a lead balloon.

"Anna, listen," I said more earnestly. "I am not ashamed of you... You
are still the most beautiful woman in the world to me. Seeing you like
that... with Mason, was..." I wasn't sure how to say this without
sounding callous. "It was beautiful. It made you more beautiful to me,
really!" I hoped I didn't sound as self-conscious as I felt.

"It was pretty amazing," Anna said, still sounding uncertain, "And you...
Ohmygod! I couldn't believe what you did!"

"I couldn't believe what you said!" I retorted. "Where did you learn to
talk like that?!"

"There's still a few things you don't know about me," she said coyly.
"Don't forget, I have two older brothers. You don't actually think I
wasn't exposed to porn? Even gay porn."

Not sure how to respond to that, I decided to change tack. This was as
good a time as any to broach the subject and follow my orders. Mason had
told me what to say, so I said it. "Mason wants to be the father of your
children."

She turned to look at me. Her demeanor had perceptibly cooled. "Why does
that not surprise me?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I want it too," I added, as I had been instructed.

She stared at me stonily. "Why? What could possibly make you say that?"

Hoping to deflect her apparent ire, I said, "He says he's going to pay
all the expenses and set up trust funds for each of them to cover their
college tuition and so forth..."

"And how many babies is he planning to 'give' me?" The edge in her voice
sounded sharper.

"I don't know, darling. No idea. I just think he wants the best possible
mother he can find. That's you," I answered quickly, earnestly. "And he
wants me to raise them with you. You know I wouldn't go along with it if
it meant I couldn't be with you." I took a deep breath. "I love you so
much!" I concluded, tears threatening to endanger my driving. I wiped my
eyes with my sleeve.

Silence. A glance at her from the corner of my eye detected a softening
of her visage. "I don't know... This is just too much..." she said
quietly, more to herself than to me. She shook her head in disbelief.

I got that. It was hard to believe. The evening's events had been pretty
extreme. A lot had happened in a very short time, changing everything. I
decided to drop it for the time being as I pulled into our driveway.

Anna seemed disinclined to further discussion as we got ready for bed.
Mason had asked us to return the following afternoon to sign a letter of
understanding about the valuation and subsequent merger, and to discuss
'other arrangements.' I wanted to be ready, in case Mason might want to
fuck me again (as I hoped) so, when Anna had finished using the bathroom,
I went in and started removing my pubic hair using the trimmer tool on my
electric shaver. It was slow going.

Anna knocked on the bathroom door as she entered, wearing one of the
oversized tee shirts she often slept in. "That's not going to work very
well, Jack,' she said, opening the bathroom cabinet. I could see her
perfect breasts moving under the shirt as she reached. 'You're going to
need something a lot sharper." She held out her pink-handled safety
razor. This is what you need, especially in the tight corners." She
smiled kindly. "Would you like me to do it?"

I was touched. She knew perfectly well why I wanted to remove the hair
'down there.' I took it as a sign that she wasn't opposed to my
relationship with Mason. And I was relieved. Did that mean she was
willing to go along too? "Thanks, honey, that would be a huge help. I'll
just use this to get it down to stubble. I didn't know how I was going to
do the back part."

She made me get in the bathtub. She ran the water, adjusting the
temperature to a comfortable warmth and lathered me up with her lightly
scented bath soap. She then skillfully removed all the hair around my
cock and balls. "Okay, that looks pretty good," she said. "Now turn
around and get on your knees; I need your ass up." I felt even more
vulnerable with my asshole exposed than I had before. The whole
experience was reminiscent of being with Mason: passive and submissive. I
had managed not to get aroused while Anna was handling my cock and balls,
but in this position I couldn't help thinking of the recent use of the
hole she was so tenderly shaving around. My cock visibly stiffened.

"You like this, don't, you?" she asked, only mildly surprised. She ran
her finger across my sensitive anus. My cock jumped. "You like to have
your pussy played with." It wasn't even a question. She finished removing
all the fine hairs back there, and rinsed off the suds, giving extra
attention to rubbing in and around my rosebud. I couldn't keep from
moaning. "There," she said, getting up. "All done."

"Would you also shave my chest? And my legs?" I asked, blushing. "You're
really good at this."

She looked at me as if assessing me. "Sure, why not. Sit up; we'll do
your chest first, then you can stand up for the legs."

She lathered me up again and began to shave my chest. "I always liked the
hair on your chest. Not too much, but very masculine..." she said,
sounding rather matter-of-fact. "You never did answer my question, you
know," she said as she stroked the razor up between my pecs and slowly,
gently around my nipples. "Why you want him to be the father..." She
looked at me expectantly.

I had avoided answering for a reason. I blushed and started hesitantly,
"I don't know, it's hard to explain..." I tried to concentrate; just the
idea of it was inexplicably arousing for me. "I think it's because of my
submissive feelings for Mason... He makes me feel like I'm not as worthy
of you as he is." I couldn't tell if this was making any sense to Anna.

"Stand up," she said, rinsing my smooth chest. I stood up so she could
lather my legs. Kneeling on the floor, she was at eye level with my
smooth cock, now hard again. "It turns you on," she said. "Why? What is
it about Mason fucking me, breeding me, impregnating me? How can you want
that? Aren't you jealous at all?"

I didn't know what to say. She was right, of course. I should be jealous.
I should protect her from other men, not give her to them. It was insane,
and it was insulting to her, wasn't it?

"I don't know, Jack..." she said tentatively as she shaved my legs,
starting at the ankles and working her way up. "I don't know if I can do
this, I mean, have sex with you like this..." I was going to explain, but
she continued, "I don't mean the shaving... well, that too, but
everything tonight... what you did with Mason. It's just too..." She
faltered again, but this time I waited.

After a moment, during which she finished my left leg and started on my
right, she said "I love you, Jack. Really I do. But it was really weird
watching Mason fuck you. Really weird and also incredibly hot!" She
glanced up at my face for a second before resuming her attention to
shaving me. "I mean... I've never watched anyone fucking before. Seeing
his cock going in and out of you. So fucking amazing! And you all passive
like that..." She finished the shaving and rinsed me off. "I was so
turned on!" She stood up and handed me a towel as I stepped out of the
tub.

She looked in my eyes, searching for understanding, perhaps even
forgiveness. "He was so manly, so sexy, so in charge... I don't know, I
just can't see you like that now." She looked miserable.

"Anna. Anna, look at me," I said firmly but calmly. "It's okay. I
understand." I put my hand on her shoulder. "If you decide to have
Mason's babies, he's not going to let us have sex anyway. I mean normal
sex - fucking."

"What?" she said, startled.

"If he's going to breed you, he can't have someone else fucking you. Even
your husband. It only makes sense."

"Seriously?! And you're okay with that?" She looked at me incredulously.

"Well, yeah, sure... I mean, I want him to fuck you, so..." I was worried
that this sounded a little lame. "It's not like we can't still have
sex... Like tonight. Didn't you like it when I, um, when you came in my
mouth?" I looked at her, but I couldn't gauge her reaction. "Anna, that
was the best sex I ever had."

"Seriously?!" She was beginning to repeat herself, like a stylus on
scratched vinyl. She was having trouble getting past my acquiescence, I
guessed. "You would rather lick my pussy - with Mason's cum in it! - than
fuck me like a man? Is that what you're telling me?" Her tone had shifted
from perplexity to wonder.

"Yes. Well, I guess so. I don't..." Now I was confused, hearing it put
that way. "It's a trade off. If you'd rather fuck Mason, then that's what
I want too. Plus, um, I mean, I get to do stuff with him too. AND I get
to eat your delicious pussy whenever... well, whenever you let me." Was I
sounding like a total wimp?

She continued staring at me. I became conscious once again that I was
naked. Naked and hairless from the chest down. She couldn't possibly see
me as a real man now. I don't even think I wanted her to.

"God, what a fucking pussy!" she finally said, shaking her head. "Turn
around, faggot," she ordered.

I meekly turned to face away from her.

"You know what this is like?" she asked. It's like helping my sister get
ready for a date. Spread your ass for me, sweetie." Her voice was
drenched in sarcasm, but did I detect a bit of fun in it? I complied.
"Let's see what the big man is getting, shall we?" she continued, "You're
so smooth and pink. Just look at that tiny little pussy. Can't wait for
Mason's big cock in there, can you?" She touched the center of my pucker
with a fingertip. "You like being his pussy-boy, don't you?"

"Yes," I said meekly, honestly.

She shoved her finger into my hole. It hurt; it was dry. "Well, it's just
as well you don't want to fuck me like a real man. I think those days are
over." She pulled her finger out. I wanted it back in. But I didn't say
anything.

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In the morning I took a shower again; I hadn't washed my hair and, after
sleeping on it, I decided that Mason might like my armpits shaved too.
Anna came in to brush her teeth while I was toweling myself. "You smell
nice, dear," she said. I wasn't sure how to read that.

At breakfast we discussed our plans for the day, as we always did. "Can
you meet me at Mason's?' I asked her. "I've got a tight schedule, so I
could be a little late." The meeting was scheduled for 4:00. She agreed
and I left for the office, actually glad for all the meetings on my
docket; it would keep me from dwelling on Mason and Anna and me.

When I arrived at Mason's I was only five minutes late, but it was
obvious that Anna had been there more than a few minutes. She looked
quite comfortable and very much at home there, and although she was fully
dressed, she had a radiant just-fucked aura about her. She was wearing a
skirt, not her usual jeans or shorts, and looked extremely cute. She and
Mason welcomed me in and Mason directed me to the dining room, where he
told me to read and sign the letter of intent.

The letter was very straightforward and exactly what we had discussed, so
I went ahead and signed it next to Anna's signature. I was particularly
pleased to see that he had named my accountants as the firm to perform
the valuation.

"All signed," I announced, reentering the living room. Mason was seated
in the large leather armchair with Anna perched on the arm to his left.
They looked cozy together, a beautiful couple, almost breath-taking. I
felt proud to be a part of this ménage.

"Great, Jack. Thank you," Mason said. "Now for our next order of
business. Would you take off all your clothes and come stand here?" He
pointed to the spot directly before him.

I started stripping. I was flattered that he had asked me rather than
ordered me to undress. It implied a great deal of agency on my part that,
frankly, I didn't really feel. What I did feel was a keen anticipation.
Yes, it was humiliating. Stripping naked in front of my wife and her
lover, both of whom were fully clothed, was decidedly degrading, but it
augured so much more. More degradation was what I wanted, what I needed,
I realized. How else could I explain the events of the last two days? I
had discovered this new side of me, a realm of sexuality more stimulating
and satisfying than I had known before. I had heard of D&S, sexual
dominance and submission, but it had always sounded rather remote and
exotic, not like me at all. And yet, I had surrendered my wife, my
throat, and my anus to the cock of a guy I'd only met three days before.

I presented myself obediently, standing naked before them at the
designated spot. Mason spoke first. "I see you've removed your hair.
Good, that's much better." It didn't sound like praise, nevertheless it
gave me a warm feeling to receive his approval. "Anna and I have come to
an understanding," he announced. "And we have sealed and consummated it
with a proper fuck. Show him your pussy, Anna."

Anna grinned and flipped up her skirt showing me her messy, swollen,
still gaping pussy. She wasn't wearing panties, but she was wearing a
good deal of Mason's thick and globby cum. Not only was there cum still
oozing out between her engorged lips, but somehow her pubic hair had also
became clotted with it. It was so beautiful! I involuntarily licked my
lips.

"Do you want to lick it?" Anna asked, her grin taking a more sinister
turn.

"Mmmmm, yes!" I said dreamily.

"Okay," she replied happily. "But first you have to give Mason your
balls."

"What?" I didn't understand. What did that even mean?

Mason spoke. "Anna and I have decided that you will give me control over
your reproductive rights," he explained. "You will do this symbolically
and ceremonially by placing your naked balls into my hand." He opened the
palm of his right hand which was extended on the arm of his chair. That
gesture made it clear. I understood. And it excited me.

I stepped forward so I could straddle the arm of his chair and, as I
spread my legs, I lowered my balls into his open palm. His fingers closed
around them gently. My cock did not interfere; it was out of the way,
rigidly pointing up toward the ceiling.

"Do you give me the authority to direct you in all uses of your sexual
organs and your reproductive systems in general? Please answer, 'I do.'"

"I do," I replied, inexplicably giddy, feeling Mason tightening his grip
on my balls, squeezing them almost to the threshold of pain.

"Good." Mason gave my balls a slight tug, causing a quick jolt of pain,
as if punctuating the ceremony. "I want you to cum now," he said. "Do you
want Anna to assist you?"

"Um, that sounds nice," I replied, slurring my words a little as if
drunk, "but I don't think..." Mason was rolling my balls in his hand,
massaging them. I had just touched the tip of my middle finger to the
underside of my cock, just below the head, its most sensitive spot. And
my cock convulsed and began to erupt, sending cum down the sides of my
dick like lava.

"Catch your cum in your hand, Jack," Mason commanded.

So I did. I got most of it into my right hand. It formed a pool in my
palm, about a tablespoonful.

"Eat it, Jack," Mason commanded.

I put my hand to my lips, sipped my cum up into my mouth, swallowed, and
licked my palm clean of the rest. It tasted good. It felt good. Good to
be under Mason's command, under his control. I felt satisfied. I had just
had sex, a new kind of sex, but very satisfying, with my balls in Masons
hand. My sated cock softly and happily deflated.

"Did you enjoy that, Jack?" Mason asked.

"Yes, thank you," I replied, blissfully.

"Good, because that's the last orgasm you're going to have for a long,
long time," Mason said. "From now on, you'll only cum when I or Anna
tells you to."

This was a surprise to me and admittedly upsetting. But it fed the
feeling of humiliation I was becoming addicted to. I must have looked
pretty confused, because Anna chimed in, "I wanted to have you castrated,
Jack, but Mason had a better idea. Here, look."

She was holding a small metal device. She leaned down and slipped it onto
my shrunken cock. It was a tight fit and required some fiddling with it
and manipulating my cock to get it properly in place. If I hadn't just
cum, it would have been impossible. As it was, I was beginning to swell
and it was almost painful.

"There. See, it's locked. You need this key to open it." She handed the
key to Mason. "So no more orgasms for you. And you won't be fucking
anyone, either. Not without permission. Not normal sex, anyway. You'll
still be able to be ass-fucked and to suck cock and stuff." She looked at
me archly. "So no loss for you, right? Since that's what you like
anyway." She smiled at me happily. "A win-win," she said smugly.

I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing. I just stood there, looking
stupid I supposed, naked, wearing nothing but a cock cage. Mason squeezed
my balls again, arousing me, making my cock swell a little, as much as it
could, which was hardly at all, but which tested the confines of it's
prison. It was definitely uncomfortable, but not painful, and it made me
more aware of my arousal than if my cock had been free to stand erect.

Mason said, "You may be interested to know that some men can achieve
orgasm without an erection when wearing a chastity device like yours."
This was welcome news to my ears. "So, 'no more orgasms' might not be the
case. You could get lucky." He released my balls. "Anyway, it's time to
consummate our new arrangement."

He stood up and removed his pants. I admired his beautiful penis again.
It was becoming familiar to me; I think I would have been able to pick it
out of a lineup - there's a cool idea, I thought, a whole line of
penises; 'Can you identify the perpetrator?' - by its distinctive size,
shape, and color. My own cock got even tighter at the thought of my
having been 'perpetrated' by such a cock.

"Knees, Jack. You'll want me good and wet for this," Mason said.

I got down on my knees and immediately engulfed his cock to the root. I
was surprised how easily I was able to open my throat and swallow him.
Mason held my head in place and I tried to steady myself to enjoy the
stretching of my passive gullet. After several long seconds, producing
tears and a lot of mucus, he released me and said, "Go to the couch. Sit
at the end, on the arm, and lie back."

I did as instructed. As had happened before, just being obedient was in
itself intoxicating, only enhanced by my nakedness and my caged and
throbbing cock. He stepped up between my legs hanging over the edge,
pulling me toward him, so that my ass was angled more upward. Without
further preliminaries, he then placed his wet, slimy cockhead against my
pink, hairless anus, and pushed it right in.

My little pucker was quite compliant and welcoming, up to a point, but
Mason wasn't interested in a phased-in approach. He kept the pressure on,
forcing his cock through all my defenses, until he was fully lodged
inside of me. I watched his face and saw the satisfaction in his
expression as he bottomed out, having impaled me completely. The look in
his eyes as they locked with mine said that this was different from last
time. This was personal. He pulled his cock back, almost all the way out
again and began to fuck me. His message last time had been for Anna, 'See
how your husband submits; he's not a man at all.' It had been effective;
and I had received it too, while also learning that being the means of
Mason's gratification was also gratifying for me.

This time was different. I was on my back, facing up at him. As he
long-cocked my eager ass-pussy, his eyes bored into mine. The message I
read in those eyes was, 'I own you. You are mine, my whore, my cunt. You
need this. You need my cock. You need my cum and my condescension. And
you need me to be your lord and master.'

This is what I perceived as his eyes held mine. Meanwhile, down below,
where our bodies were attached, the perception was a lot more visceral:
'Yes, I do need this,' my ass seemed to be responding. 'Fill me, fuck me,
breed me, seed me,' was the refrain my bowels kept repeating, a mantra of
need, a song of love to the long, thick shaft invading me, a plea and a
prayer to the source of its subjugation and delight, my master's cock.

A man on his back with his legs spread for another is no longer a man,
but a kind of eunuch. He may be male in gender, but not in essence. The
act is essentially a transfer of power. 'Fuck me and take my manhood
away,' is the implicit request made by the submissive male; the dominant
partner, by accepting the offer, takes ownership as well. This is how it
felt to me. I felt it with joy, the sweet release of surrender, that
echoed my encounter with Mason's strength, when he had defeated and
immobilized me. Being fucked, being owned by him was all I wanted at that
moment. Feeling his manhood plunging in and out of me, I hoped he
understood what I was trying to express to him, gazing back into his
dominating eyes, that I was his, that I was giving up my rights, my
individuality, my personhood to him, to have his way with me.

Another thing that was different was the angle. Mason's cock, like mine,
curves upward enough to make it feel different entering from the front.
It was doing something different to me deep inside. Mason grunted his
manly grunts and he seeded me with his manly seed, but before that
happened, I had begun to feel an unusual sensation. His thrusting cock
compressed my prostate going in and going out. Every stroke was creating
hot pulses that radiated through my cock and balls and up my spine. By
the time Mason's cock erupted, filling me with his cum, I was already
starting to tingle all over with warmth and a feeling like I was
vibrating from the inside out, sending waves to every corner of my body.
It felt amazing! I looked down and saw that my limp, caged cock was
dripping.

Mason pulled his spent cock out of my ass and stepped around to put it to
my lips. I opened my mouth to receive it, redolent with cum and ass
juice, into my mouth. It tasted good to me and I sucked it clean. "Look,
Anna, I gave your husband an orgasm," he said, pointing at my cockhead in
the cage and the string of drool connecting it to the puddle on my lower
belly. He pulled his laundered dick out of my mouth and said, "All clean.
Your turn."

Anna climbed onto the couch, kneeled, and lowered her fragrant cunt onto
my face. I cleaned her too, her pussy even more delicious than Mason's
cock, with gobs and globs of clotted cum that tasted like heaven to me.
She writhed about quite a bit, obviously enjoying herself

I couldn't see him, but Mason had returned to the end of the couch and
now put something in my ass. Was it too much to hope he was going to fuck
me again? I felt it stretch my hole open and then allow it to close. A
wonderful fullness, but not his cock. "Okay, Anna, I plugged him up," he
said.


To be continued.