This story may occasionally include explicit depictions of sexual acts between consenting adult males.  Also included are some scenes of consensual S&M sex between consenting male adults. In addition, this story examines several Master/slave relationships.  If you are underage or it is illegal to view this for any reason, consider yourself warned.  If you find any of this material offensive, or you would not enjoy reading about S&M and Master/slave relationships please, please leave.

 

This story is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to people, living or dead, is entire a coincidence. As the author, I retain all rights to this story, and it cannot be reproduced or published without explicit consent from me.  This work is copyright © 2016 by Steven Wells.

 

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Life With Tim

PREVIOUSLY

"I know this will sound strange, but I need to say it," Tim began. He had David's hand in one of his and mine in the other. "I know some people will view our upcoming relationship cautiously. But, this is who we are. Ever since I met you, David, I was in lust with you. As Steven said early after we met, your `dick is a one-of-a-kind experience when it goes in my ass.' Beyond your dick, though, you are an amazing man. Someone I have grown to love with all my heart. And, I trust you. Just like Steven. I love you, Steven. I trust you. You and the boys are my world. I want the three of us to be OUR world. But, before you say anything else, Steven, I need to tell you I understand your relationship with AJ. It is part of who you are. And, even though I might want you around me all of the time, I am not going to stand in your way. I know the venture you are about to embark upon is something you need to make yourself complete. And, Steven, you don't need to hide Garrison anymore. He is a very special man. Someone I know you love. I would say like a brother, but you and he fuck a lot. Brothers are not supposed to fuck. Or, so some people say. So, enjoy your time with Garrison and the men you will serve in New York, London, and Berlin. David, Omar, Kathem, and I will be waiting for you when you return."

 

"Thank you, Tim, David," I whispered. "What about Marcus, Tim?"

 

"Marcus has jumped into the fire of the venture capital business and his sons," Tim responded. "He seems not to be concerned about us. So, I think I will not be concerned about him."

 

"How would the two of you feel if we went home and held our boys?" I asked.

 

"Great idea, Steven," David replied. "I wouldn't even mind holding you and Tim after we finish with the boys."

 

The three of us hurried down the block to our house after we concluded the conversation about our lives together. As we entered the room Omar and Kathem shared, they began kicking and smiling when they saw us. Tim picked up Omar. I picked up Kathem.

 

"They are beautiful boys," David replied. "Look at their eyes when they look at you. They know you are their protectors."

 

"It seems Kathem has a fondness for my nipple," I announced as Kathem began sucking on my left nipple.

 

"He just wants to be fed," Tim replied. "Let's go feed them."

 

Chapter 43: New Life

 

"Boy," Master Ajmal barked. "It's time you and Garrison head to the airport. Lenard will drop you. Do you have any questions for me?"

 

"No, SIR!" I replied.

 

"Make me proud of you, boy," Master Ajmal added. "I will be speaking with your clients after you finish with each one them. I only want to hear good things about you, boy. Don't disappoint me or you will be castrated upon return."

 

"Yes, Master," I answered. "I understand. I will be the best slave possible, Sir!"

 

"Now go," Master Ajmal ordered.

 

Once we were dropped at the airport, Garrison and I made our way to the gate and took seats reserved for first class passengers.

 

"One of the perks of being your handler, rent boy," Garrison said as we settled in. "I get to fly first class."

 

"You will like it even better when we catch the next flight to London," I explained. "I can't stand coach on a transatlantic flight."

 

"We will do good things, rent boy," Garrison added. "We always did have a good time together. And, now you are in full-time slave mode, we will have an even better time together. You know your Master gave me permission to fuck you whenever I want, right?"

 

"I didn't know, but I am not surprised," I said as the flight attendant announced boarding for first class passengers. "We should have a good time on this trip. I'm glad Master Ajmal asked you to be my handler."

 

"I am more than happy to handle being your handler," Garrison quipped as he settled into the window seat and I settled into the aisle seat. "And use your pretty little ass."

 

"Steven?" I hear a man asked standing next to my seat.

 

"Ken!" I exclaimed. "It is good to see you again! Ken, this is Garrison. He is traveling with me. Garrison, this is Ken. He's the guy I met at Donte and Emilio's house. I believe I told you about him."

 

"You certainly did," Garrison said with a smile. "Going to New York I see."

 

"Yes," Ken replied. "I have a week-long business trip. I am staying on the upper West Side with a friend of mine."

 

"Terrific!" I said. "We are staying at Master Ajmal's house on the upper West Side. We should try to get together while we are there."

 

"I'd like to get together with you both," Ken replied. "You have my phone number, correct?"

 

"Yes," I relied. "I put it in my phone. I'll call you. My schedule is a little hectic, but I would welcome an opportunity to see you."

 

"I will look forward to getting together with you both," Ken replied. "Now I need to go find my seat—in coach."

 

"Nice guy!" Garrison exclaimed after Ken had left. "He's the one who is hot in bed, right?"

 

"Yup," I replied. "Very hot in bed."

 

"You are busy from 5 pm until 11 pm on Tuesday—tomorrow. Your next gig will be at 12 noon on Wednesday until 6 pm. You are free from 6 pm Wednesday until 5 pm Thursday. On Thursday your first and only trick will be at 5 pm until 11 pm. Same with Friday. If we go to London early to explore, we can leave for London at 3 pm Saturday afternoon. Or, if you prefer, we can spend extra time in New York," Garrison explained my schedule. "You can see your fuck buddy on Wednesday evening or Friday evening after you finish with your trick at 11. I suggest you make time to see Mr. Hot in Bed at your earliest possible convenience. In other words, Wednesday evening. Now, go back and ask him if he wants come over and fuck you. Or, better yet, if he wants to fuck us both."

 

"You have a way of putting things into perspective," I told Garrison and waited until the pilot alerted us it was safe to move around the cabin. "I thought I was doing back to back appointments with a couple of hours between."

 

"London and Berlin, yes," Garrison explained. "New York, no. You don't actually see a client until Friday afternoon at noon in London. We can stay in New York or explore London."

 

"We arrive in London in time to get some rest before Friday," Garrison said as he looked at his iPad with my schedule on it. "Friday at 12 noon is your first. It is followed by an appointment at 8 pm. The last appointment is at 4 am on Saturday. The two guys on Saturday are a team. One is a total Dom. The other switch hits from time to time, but with you they will both be Doms. Questions?"

 

"Nope," I replied. "I'm suddenly feeling tired."

 

"Even more reason to see your stud in New York on Wednesday," Garrison replied. "You are more likely to be `UP' for some fun with your man."

 

"Garrison, he is not MY man," I said with a tone in my voice.

 

"Have it your way," Garrison continued. "But, I saw the way he looked at you."

 

"How did he look at me?" I asked.

 

"With lust in his eyes," Garrison said and remained quiet until we landed LaGuardia.

 

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I took an Uber to my first appointment in the Sugar Hill section of Harlem. The townhouse stood proudly on a heavily landscaped front lawn. My client wanted me dressed in short leather shorts, no shirt, and black lace-up boots. I rang the bell and waited. I almost lost it when the door opened.

 

The man was beautiful. He was at least 6 foot 4 inches tall with a heavily muscled gym body. He wore extremely tight jeans and nothing else which accentuated his black, smooth, muscled chest. His arms were huge.

 

"You must be Steven," the guy said. "I'm Grant."

 

"Good afternoon, S... S... Sir," I replied once I was able to spit out the words.

 

"Please come in, boy," Master Grant said. "Take off your clothes. I want to see what I am getting."

 

I slipped off my boots and removed my shorts. I stood naked in front of the God of a man in front of me.

 

"Let's have a drink to get us both relaxed," Grant suggested as he led the way to a bar in the kitchen area of the house. "What can I get you to drink, boy?"

 

"Vodka on the rocks, Sir," I said. I kept my eyes on the gorgeous hunk's chest. I also stole a glance at the huge package outlined by the thin denim fabric which stretched across his crotch.

 

Grant made us drinks. He poured himself a scotch on the rocks and handed me my requested vodka. "Let's sit at the island," Grant suggested.

 

"I've seen you on CNN, haven't I?" I asked.

 

"Yes," Grant replied. "Now, let's talk about the important items of business. What does slave boy Steven get into?"

 

"Serving men, Sir," I began. "I am addicted to serving men. I will do anything I am told to make a man happy. Most men usually end up with their dicks, fists, and whatever else they can find in my ass. I also get whipped and tortured. There really is not much I haven't done. Nothing I won't do to please the man I am with."

 

"You excite me, boy," Grant replied. "I am amazed by your hairless, muscled, inked, pierced body along with your huge balls and lovely uncut dick. You make me very excited to have you here. I will take my time and enjoy your ass among other things. I am also thinking I need to make another appointment with you. You are even better in person than the photos and videos posted on AJ's website."

 

"Thank you, Sir," I replied.

 

"How are you with body fluids and such?" Grant asked.

 

"Such as?" I asked.

 

"Piss, shit, spit, cum," Grant replied. "I don't do blood."

 

"Shit I consider a solid, but it's not a problem. On me or in me, it doesn't matter," I said. "I will take whatever it is you want to give me, Sir."

 

"Good boy," Grant replied. "From now on, please call me `Sir,' `Master,' or `Master Grant.' If you call me anything else, I will slap you and spit on you. Now, I need to piss. On your knees, boy."

 

"Yes, Sir," I replied as I quickly kneeled in front of Master Grant as he unzipped his pants and pulled them off. His rock hard, thirteen inch, uncut, black dick slapped against his stomach as it was freed from the confinement of his jeans. I was salivating as Master Grant moved slowly toward me. He tugged at his foreskin. "Clean under my foreskin, boy. I haven't washed under it for two days. I wanted to be ready for you."

 

"Yes, Sir," I said as Master Grant aimed his dick at my mouth. I opened my mouth wide so I could take Master Grant's massive dick. I quickly stuck my tongue under Master Grant's foreskin and began cleaning.

 

"Nice mouth, boy," Master Grant said as he pulled my head down further on his hard dick. "I hope you like piss, boy. I saved it for you. If you are a good boy, I will piss ON you later so you can smell up the Uber car with the smell of my piss. Maybe even my shit."

 

"Yes, Sir," I said as I paused working on Master Grant's dick.

 

"Get ready to drink, boy," Master Grant hissed. "Don't spill a drop. I don't like a boy to waste my piss. It is too valuable."

 

"Yes, Sir," I whispered. Then I waited. I felt the trickle begin. The trickle became a stream. The stream became a gush. I drank and drank and drank. Piss. Valuable piss. Finally, the stream dried up completely and I swallowed my last drop.

 

"Very good, boy," Master Grant said. "I am impressed so far. Let's go downstairs and get you in my sling. I hope you like slings, boy. It is my favorite way to use a boy's ass."

 

When we arrived in the playroom, Master Grant flicked on the lights. L

 

"Wow!" I whispered in response to the magnificent play room. It was almost bigger than Master Ajmal's in his Upper West Side house.

 

Master Grant slapped me and spit in my face, "What did I tell you, boy?"

 

"I'm sorry, Sir," I replied while my face turned red from the slap Master Grant delivered across my face with the palm of his hand. "Wow, Sir!"

 

Master Grant picked up a collar from a table near the entrance of the playroom. He fasted it around my neck.

 

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

 

Master Grant silently led me to the sling. He helped me in and placed my feet in the stirrups. He put my wrists in restraints.

 

"Now, boy," Master Grant began. "Before I work on your ass, you need to work on mine."

 

Master Grant climbed on a stool and turned his back on me. I faced his muscular ass. He bent down so his asshole covered my mouth.

 

"Clean it, boy," Master Grant replied.

 

I cleaned Master Grant's asshole with my tongue. I tasted his ripe, smelly asshole as I worked my tongue in and out of his ass.

 

Master Grant stood after several minutes of ass cleaning. Master Grant slowly moved between my legs. He grabbed a bottle of lube and applied copious amounts to his rock hard dick. My asshole twitched with anticipation as I watched Master Grant work the lube on his dick.

 

"You like my big dick, don't you, boy?" Master Grant asked.

 

"Yes, Master," I replied. "I am eager to have your big dick inside me, Master."

 

"How eager, boy?" Master Grant asked.

 

"Please, Sir," I pleaded. "Please stick your big dick inside my ass, Master. I need to feel your dick inside me, Master! Please, Master! Please!"

 

"Okay, boy," Master Grant replied. "I'll put my big, black, uncut dick inside your white sex slave asshole. You are nothing but a fucking prostitute, boy. A fucking whore."

 

Master Grant smirked as he lined up the tip of his dick with my eager asshole. Our eyes met. His were filled with fire. Lust. Power. Hunger. Rage.

"Ahhhhh!" I moaned as Master Grant shoved his big dick into my asshole in one swift, powerful push. He balls slapped against my ass.

 

He paused momentarily. Master Grant glared at me. His fire, lust, power, and rage burnt into me. Suddenly, Master Grant began pummeling my ass with powerful thrusts. He took my ass. He owned my ass. The sling rocked back and forth and Master Grant put his entire, muscled, powerful body into his attack on my ass.

 

Sweat dripped off Master Grant's body as his muscles flexed while pummeling my ass with his huge dick. Master Grant stopped. Motionless. He leaned down to my face. Master Grant spit in my face.

 

"This is my ass, boy. I am going to own this ass. It will be my ass. The next time you are with me it will be for a long weekend. I will use and abuse you for days and days and days. Your ass will be so sloppy you will be able to get lost in it. Your back will be so marked up with whip marks, you will be glowing. You will be shit on. You will be pissed on. You will eat my cum. You will drink my piss. You will eat my shit. I am going to torture you for days and days and days. I will take you out in public and humiliate you. And, boy, what will you say to me after I fuck you, whip you, torture you, piss on you, piss in you. Shit on you, shit in you, spit on you, cum on you, humiliate you. What will you say to me, boy?"

 

"Sir," I begin. "Thank you, Sir. Please, Sir. Give me more, Sir. Take me, Sir. Claim me, Sir. Hurt me, Sir. More, Sir. Please, Sir."

 

"Good boy," Master Grant said as he kissed my lips. "Good boy!"

 

Master Grant lifted himself off my body. He began to slowly move his dick in and out of my ass. Master Grant took his time moving his dick slowly in and out of me. Until he wasn't. The pummeling began again. I was swinging into Master Grant as he shoved his dick inside me and then pulled it completely out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.

 

"Shit! I'm cumming, boy! Take my fucking Master cum, boy!" Master Grant hissed. "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 Grant's cum filled my asshole with rope after rope after rope of cum shot from his big, black, uncut dick.

 

Master Grant lowered himself on top of me while he recovered from his massive orgasm. His head rested on my chest. His dick still hard and in my ass. I hoped Master Grant wouldn't move. To stay as we were. Master Grant's head on my chest and his big, hard dick still in my ass.

 

"God! You are one good piece of ass, boy!" Master Grant finally spoke. "I haven't been this worked up since... since... I don't know when! You really light my fire, Steven!"

 

"I saw it," I whispered to Master Grant. "Your fire. I saw it in your eyes. I felt it in your body. It's locked away in my brain."

 

"Thanks, slave boy," Master Grant said as he stirred on top of me. "I think we could use a break. It's been two hours since we started this."

 

"If you want, sure, Master," I whispered.

 

Master Grant lifted himself and pulled his still hard dick out of my ass. He unlocked the restraints holding my wrists and helped my legs out of the stirrups. He helped me to my feet and led me to a stool at the bar.

 

"Vodka on the rocks?" Master Grant asked.

 

"Yes, please, Master," I replied.

 

Master Grant sat next to me and handed me a vodka on the rocks. He had a scotch on the rocks.

 

"I am impressed you kept up with me," Master Grant said. "Some subs lose their focus when I am on a role like I just was."

 

"Are you always this energetic when you fuck a boy, Master?" I asked.

 

"I am when I start, but you kept your focus which helped me keep my energy level," Master Grant replied.

 

"I would do it all again in a second if you wanted to, Master," I replied to Master Grant.

 

Master Grant leaned in and kissed me. "Before you leave today, I promise I will want to do a repeat performance. So, I only have two hours for one other activity. What do you want from me?"

 

"I want to make you happy, Master," I replied.

 

"Good boy!" Master Grant said as he added another kiss to my lips. "I know what I want then. But, before we get to what I want to do to you next, I need to piss on you. I want to smell my piss on you. You will wear the smell when you leave. Hopefully, you won't need to take a shower right away so you can smell my piss on your body and remember our time together."

 

"Trust me, Master," I whispered. "I will ALWAYS remember our time together."

 

"Good," Master Grant said as he took my hand in his. He also took my glass out of my hand and set it on the bar. He led me by the hand to an old claw foot bathtub. "Please get in, boy."

 

When I settled into the bathtub, Master Grant circled the tube. He chugged a second glass of scotch. He stood near the side of the bathtub about midway. He fondled his flaccid dick and aimed it at my crotch. A small trickle started which soon turned into a powerful stream. He coated my crotch, my stomach, my chest, my face, back down my body and finished hosing down my legs.

 

"After my piss dries on your body, I am putting you back in the sling, boy," Master Grant explained. "I am going to play with your ass some more. I believe you will like my fist in your ass."

 

"I know I will like anything you do to me, Master," I whispered.

 

My time with Master Grant became almost magical. His strong body. His big dick. His power. His lust. His energy. He was magical. I never got out of the sling after he put me in it the second time until I needed to leave. He fisted me for almost two hours before he fucked me again for the last two hours.

 

"I will see you again, boy," Master Grant replied as he pulled me into a kiss before I left his house. "So, I hope you enjoyed your time here as much as I did."

 

"This has, as I mentioned earlier, has been a magical experience for me, Master," I replied.

 

"For me, too," Master Grant said as he added one last kiss before he let me go. "My driver is waiting outside. He will take you to AJ's house on the Upper West Side."

 

"Thank you, Sir," I said as I stepped outside. I waved good bye to Master Grant.

 

It seemed to take forever to get to Master Ajmal's house. The traffic was horrific. When I finally entered Master Ajmal's house, I searched the rooms on the first level looking for Garrison. I found him asleep in front of the television in the television room.

 

"Hey, Garrison," I said as I sat on the edge of the sofa and planted a kiss on Garrison's lips.

 

"I must have fallen asleep, rent boy," a half awake Garrison said. "And, you smell like piss, cum, and sweat. How was your first New York trick?"

 

"Amazing," I replied. "I will tell you about it AFTER I take a shower. I stink. And, it is not only piss, cum, and sweat. There is a little shit mixed in."

 

"Understatement, rent boy," Garrison replied. "I'll have a drink ready for you when you are finished. Then, I want to hear all about your time with your trick. Then, I want to get you in bed so I can fuck you. You can get fucked again, right, rent boy?"

 

"Yes, Garrison," I replied. "I would be heartbroken if you didn't fuck me. I will be back down in a moment."

 

I kissed Garrison again before I left to shower. When I returned a few minutes later, Garrison sat at the kitchen island naked, hard, and ready to make love to me.

 

"So tell me about your time with Grant," Garrison said as I sat down beside him. My vodka on the rocks waited in front of my seat.

 

"He is amazing," I began explaining my time with Master Grant. "He's probably six four. He's a well-muscled black gym rat. He has a huge 13-inch uncut tree trunk for a dick. He is also a political commentator on CNN."

 

"You're shitting me!" Garrison whaled.

 

"Nope," I replied. "Scouts honor. We see him with Anderson almost every night when they have a political discussion."

 

"Damn!" Garrison replied. "Too bad I can't tell people my rent boy did Grant on CNN."

 

"Master Ajmal would not be happy if you told people about his clients," I said as I took a sip of my drink.

 

"Tell me all about Mr. CNN," Garrison suggested.

 

"He's very nice, very good looking naked, very good at what he does," I explained.

 

"What did he do? I need the dirt, rent boy. What did he do to your body?" Garrison asked as he took a sip from his drink.

 

"First, we sat and had a drink and talked a little bit," I replied. "Then, I cleaned under his foreskin with my tongue before he pissed in my mouth. And, he is one great pisser! It was all I could do to take it. But, I managed to get it all. I didn't spill a drop. Then, he fucked me for two straight hours. Then, we took a break and had another drink before he put me in a claw footed bathtub and pissed on me. Then, it was back to the sling so he could fist me. Finally, he fucked me again in another duplicate two-hour session."

 

"So, you liked him?" Garrison asked.

 

"Yes," I replied. "He said he wants to schedule another appointment with me. This time for a weekend."

 

"Do you want to be with him again for a whole weekend?" Garrison asked.

 

"Shit yes!" I exclaimed.

 

Garrison's phone rang. It was Master Ajmal.

 

"AJ!" Garrison said as he answered the phone and turned it onto speaker phone. "What's the good news?"

 

"If the boy's first client is any indication of the boy's ability to do this job properly, then we have a goldmine here," Master Ajmal explained. "Is the boy with you, Garrison?"

 

"Yes, Sir," Garrison said. "The phone is on speaker."

 

"Good," Master Ajmal replied. "Steven, I talked with Grant. He raved about you. He wants to see you again for an entire weekend. He is willing to pay big bucks. Are you up for a weekend long gig?"

 

"Yes, Sir," I replied. "Master Grant is an amazing man."

 

"I've seen him work on some boys at the club he and I belong to," Master Ajmal explained. "He has a lot of energy and creativity... I am certain you discovered this facet about him already."

 

"Yes, Sir," I replied.

 

"I believe Grant could turn out to be a regular client," Master Ajmal replied.

 

"I hope, then, you are pleased with my performance, Master," I said.

 

"Of course, boy," Master Ajmal replied. "I will talk with you later, Garrison. I promised Christopher I would fuck him after I called you. He is getting a little frantic. Have a good evening!"

 

"You, too, Master," I said.

 

"Well, good news is good news," Garrison said after we ended the call with Master Ajmal.

 

"I had a fear my first paying client would give me a bad review," I said. "I never worried before, but, all of a sudden, Master Ajmal is charging big bucks to use me and it makes me a little nervous."

 

"Let's have another drink," Garrison suggested. "Then, I will take you upstairs and fuck you. We'll see who's better me or Mr. CNN!"

 

"At least with you, Garrison, you are totally always a good lay," I said as Garrison handed me another vodka on the rocks. "And, besides, Garrison. Why are you sitting here with your clothes on? You should be naked so I can look at your beautiful body and get really, really turned on by your muscles and big, beautiful, black dick. I like big dicks. Of course, you already know I like big dicks."

 

I began to undress Garrison. I started by pulling his shirt over his head. I nibbled on both nipples before I worked on his jeans. Tight distressed jeans. Sexy jeans. I loosened the button and unzipped the zipper. Garrison stood so I could pull his jeans down over his hips. His hard dick slapped at his hard stomach. Garrison returned to the sitting position on the bar stool as I pulled his jeans off and toss them into a corner.

 

"I'm so glad you don't wear underwear, Garrison," I hissed. "It is so much easier this way. Now, I have a naked black man sitting in Master Ajmal's kitchen on the Upper West Side of New York. What could be better?"

 

"Being in bed with my dick up your ass, rent boy," Garrison hissed back.

 

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I stepped into Master Ajmal's house on the Upper West Side after my second appointment with a client. Garrison was gazing at his iPad in the kitchen.

 

"How was your evening, Stud?" Garrison asked as he looked up from his iPad.

 

I sat beside him at the island. "I was fucked, fisted, whipped, caned, shit on, pissed on, and tortured. I have also had enough electro torture to become a Kindle."

 

"But did you have fun?" Garrison asked.

 

"Yup," I said with a smile. "I think I am really going to like this business."

"I take it the guy was hot?" Garrison asked.

 

"Yup," I continued. "About six feet tall, black hair, brown puppy dog eyes, gym ripped body, and a 10-inch uncut dick with big low hanging balls. Now, I need to get cleaned up. Ken should be here any moment."

 

"I'll take care of him while you are in the shower if he arrives early," Garrison responded.

 

"Keep your hands off until I have time to put mine on him first," I demanded.

 

"Sure thing, rent boy," Garrison said as I headed to the shower.

 

When I returned from the shower and getting cleaned up, Ken and Garrison were sitting at the kitchen island laughing and having a beer. I was naked and hard.

 

"Steven!" Ken effused as I entered the kitchen. He pulled me in for a hug and we shared a kiss. "Thank you for having me over. This house is magnificent as is your naked, muscled, tattooed, and pierced body."

 

"Thank you, Sir," I replied.

 

"Here's your beer, rent boy," Garrison said as he settled back into his seat.

 

"Watch it, fuck face," I said to Garrison. "You just want in someone's pants! And, Garrison. Why aren't you naked?"

 

"Something smells really good," Ken said as he tried to change the subject.

 

"Thank you," Garrison replied. "Steven likes my Chicken Parmesan. So, I made if for us tonight. I hope you like it, too."

 

"I am certain it will be extremely tasty," Ken replied. "So, Steven, how did your first two appointments in New York go?"

 

"I worked very hard for every dollar I earned," I replied. "These clients in New York are actually friends of Master Ajmal's. They are very energetic men."

 

"Let's eat," Garrison suggested as he pulled dinner from the oven where he kept it warm. Garrison carried the dinner into the dining room and we took our seats. Once we had moved food from the serving dishes and into our plate, Garrison continued. "Steven said you are at attorney."

 

"Yes," Ken replied. "I do real estate law mostly. It is one of the reasons why I am in New York."

 

"Did you know AJ from working with him in business?" Garrison asked.

 

"No," Ken replied. "I met him a couple of times at Donte and Emilio's house in Michigan. Is he in real estate?"

 

"Yes," I replied. "He started in New York, but has taken on some projects in Chicago."

 

"And, Steven," Ken directed the conversation to me. "I know you said something about eSquare and venture capital funding. Does the venture capital take a lot of your time?"

 

"No," I replied. "Marcus, Master Ajmal's husband, runs the venture capital business for us. He takes care of the day-to-day operations. We give him advice. He decides whether to take our advice or ignore us. It is usually the latter."

 

"Is the money you made at eSquare financing the venture capital business?" Ken asked.

 

"The money I made from eSquare is invested in the venture capital business, a private charity organization, and household accounts Tim and I control," I explained. "But, I am very happy being a slave boy."

 

"Why?" Ken asked.

 

"I do what I am told when I am told. I show up at a client's house and give them my body. My body is my asset. I give control of my body to my clients, to Master Ajmal, to Tim, to Marcus, to David, to Garrison, to you. I like to be controlled. Actually, I need to be controlled."

 

"He also does porn flicks," Garrison added. "He works for my Masters Jake and Miguel. Steven and I have been in a couple of flicks together. It was fun, wasn't it, Steven?"

 

"Yup," I replied. "I spent a lot of time hanging by my balls in the films Garrison and I did together."

 

"Do you want some more wine, Ken, rent boy?" Garrison asked.

 

"I would love another glass," Ken replied.

 

"Me, too, dick head," I replied.

 

"Be back in a second," Garrison said as he left to retrieve the wine.

 

"Garrison seems like a very nice man," Ken said while Garrison was in the kitchen.

 

"He is," I replied. "He's probably a safer bet than me. I have a fairly shaky life ahead of me. I am renting my body to the highest bidder. I have a master. I have a husband. I have two sons."

 

"I don't think any of those characteristics would be a deal breaker for me," Ken replied. "I was disappointed your Master put you in bondage the last day we were at Donte and Emilio's house."

 

"He knew what he was doing," I explained. "Master Ajmal doesn't like me to get too close to someone. It is why my relationship with Tim became a stumbling block until Tim spoke up to Master Ajmal."

 

"Why do you stay with AJ then?" Ken asked.

 

"I have no choice," I replied. "He owns me. He controls me. He makes the rules. I obey the rules or I get punished."

 

"Are you saying AJ tried to break up your relationship with Tim?" Ken asked.

 

"No," I replied. "I accepted Master Ajmal's demands so I could be a slave. Tim supported me in my decision. Now, can we talk about something else?"

 

"Sure," Ken responded as Garrison returned with the wine.

 

"Rent boy! You look like someone ran over you," Garrison said as he poured wine in all of our glasses.

 

"I was just explaining to Ken about my relationship with Tim and my life as a slave boy," I replied.

 

"Ah!" Garrison said. "I see. How many more glasses of wine do we need to ply you with to get you in our bed, Ken?"

 

"None," Ken responded. "I have a soft spot for muscled bottom boys. I assume, Garrison, you are a bottom boy?"

 

"I go both ways," Garrison replied. "What way would you want me to be tonight?"

 

"Muscled dominant top," Ken replied. "You and me against the slave boy. It could be hot."

 

"It will be hot," Garrison replied. "You and me telling the rent boy what to do! I have a vivid imagination. And, just think about the bargain you are getting. When do you need to go to work tomorrow?"

 

"I have an appointment at 2 pm," Ken replied.

 

"Imagine the possibilities," Garrison said as he stood and moved beside Ken. Garrison held out his hand. Ken took Garrison's hand in his. Ken stood and met Garrison's gaze. They kissed. After a few moments of passionate kissing. Garrison pulled away from Ken. "Fucking hot man! Rent boy! Get your naked ass on the bed. Ass in the air! Move it!"

 

"Yes, Sir!" I replied as I quickly ran to the bedroom. I took the position Garrison suggested.

 

Garrison and Ken arrived in the bedroom just as I shifted into position.

 

"So, Ken," Garrison began. "What do you see happening here?"

 

"I fuck the boy," Ken said quietly. "You fuck the boy. I fist the boy. You fist the boy. Depending on the time when we are finished with those activities, we could tie the boy up and whip him. What do you think?"

 

"I'm in," Garrison replied. "I believe we need to get naked. Agree?"

 

"Yup," Ken replied as both men stripped off their clothes. Not surprisingly, Garrison didn't have on any underwear. Ken had black boxer briefs.

 

"Holy shit!" Ken exclaimed as he saw Garrison's growing dick. "Do you have that thing registered as a lethal weapon?"

 

"The boy likes it, don't you rent boy?" Garrison asked

 

"I don't like it, I love it," I hissed "I also need it. I need both of your big dicks in my ass!"

 

"At the same time?" Garrison asked

 

"However you want to fuck me," I replied.

 

"One at a time," Ken suggested. "Once he is opened up we can try it together."

 

"We are so onto this! But, Kenny, judging from the activity rent boy as seen the last few days, he doesn't need to be loosened up," Garrison added as he found the lube in the nightstand drawer and threw it to Ken.

 

Ken began to slather lube on his rock hard dick—all eight hard inches of it.

 

"How do you want me to fuck you, Steven?" Ken asked. "One your back, like you are now, or on your stomach?"

 

"Back," I hissed. "I want to see your face while you fuck me."

 

"Like when we were in bed together the weekend at Donte and Emilio's," Ken said.

 

"Yes," I replied. "Fuck me hard. Take me. Make me your sex slave. Make me feel your power."

 

Ken didn't say a word. He dove between my legs and spread them wide and put them on his shoulders. He leaned down and kissed me as he lined his dick on my asshole.

 

Ken slowly eased his dick into my asshole.

 

"Such a fine ass," Ken hissed.

 

"Such a fine dick," I hissed back.

 

Slowly Ken worked his way into my asshole. I felt his balls on my ass and his trimmed pubic hair scratch my hairless balls.

 

"Your ass is so, so fine!" Ken hissed as he added more speed and power to his thrusts.

 

Ken propped himself up using his arms. I located his nipples as I caressed his hairless, muscled chest. I gave his nipples a couple of tweaks. Ken went wild. I moaned with each thrust as Ken moved his dick in and out of my asshole. His sweat began to drip onto my hairless, muscled body.

 

I drifted into a deep trance as Ken delivered powerful stabs into my ass. A sense of time was nonexistent. I watch this beautiful man's face. Our eyes locked. He made by body quiver and shake. I reacted to Ken's body and powerful energy.

 

"Are you okay, baby?" Ken whispered as he slowed his thrusts in and out of my ass. "You look as though you are in a different world."

 

"I feel I am in a different world," I whispered back. My eyes locked onto his. "I could stay in this world for the rest of my life."

 

"Rent boy is trying to tell you he loves your goddamn dick in his goddam ass, and he doesn't want you to take it out," Garrison translated for me.

 

Ken propped himself up using his arms. He looked down at me one last time. "This is becoming habit forming, Steven!"

 

"Good! Now fuck me!" I added.

 

Ken began his assault on my ass. His dick was pounding into me and he was pulling completely out before shoving his big, hard dick back inside me. Every time his dick bottomed out in my ass, I groaned in ecstasy. He pumped hard and fast. His sweat dripped onto my hairless body. His trimmed pubic hair scratched at my balls every time he slammed into me.

 

I managed to somehow pull Ken down to me so I could kiss him. He didn't stop or pause fucking me.

 

"Shit! I think I'm going to cum!" I hissed.

 

"I'll be right behind you, baby!" Ken hissed back.

 

I started to cum. Hard. Ropes of my cum coated Ken's stomach and chest and mine as well. "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!"

 

"Oh! God! "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!" Ken moaned as I felt his cum fill my asshole. Ken lowered his body on top of mine to rest.

 

"It only took you two 45 minutes to get this far," Garrison whispered to both Ken and me as we recovered from our powerful orgasms.

 

"Garrison has been known to fuck for an hour or two without missing a beat," I explained.

 

"I can't wait to see him in action," Ken said as he started to kiss me again.

 

"Then get your big dick out of rent boy's ass, Kenny," Garrison said.

 

Ken pulled his still hard dick out of my asshole and rolled beside me. He was also on his back. Garrison quickly took Ken's place. Once Garrison had his dick suitably lube, he crawled between my legs and lifted them over his shoulders. He looked straight into my eyes. I saw lust in Garrison's eyes.

 

Without warning, fanfare, or conversation, Garrison slammed his 13-inch dick into my ass. His balls hit my ass with a thud.

 

"Now I remember why I love getting fucked by you," I hissed.

 

"And, I will never let you forget it again!" Garrison hissed back.

 

I looked into Garrison's eyes. I saw a fire. A burning fire of raw, uncontrollable lust! `God! I am so going to be fucked!' I thought to myself.

 

Ken leaned in close to me as Garrison raised his body which was supported by his arms. Garrison assumed an almost perfect plank pose. Garrison started slowly.

 

Ken and I gazed at the sight of Garrison's big, black, uncut dick glide in and out of my asshole.

 

"Isn't this a beautiful sight?" Ken whispered into my ear.

 

"It's not only a beautiful sight. It feels just as perfect as it looks," I whispered back.

 

Ken's lips found mine.

 

"I think you need to stick your dick in his mouth instead of your tongue," Garrison said in a hushed voice.

 

"Dick later. Tongue now," I hissed.

 

"Get ready, rent boy," Garrison hissed at me. "We are going to kick it up a notch. Just the way you like it fast and rough."

 

"Yea, man!" I hissed. "Fast and rough. Fuck me, big guy."

 

Garrison immediately started pounding my ass with fast, power thrusts in and out of my ass. The bed started shaking as Garrison put his whole muscular body into ravaging my ass. Ken shifted positions. He grabbed my hands and held them still.

 

Garrison's sweat dripped on my body as he worked himself into a fucking frenzy. I felt Garrison begin to own my body like it was his. My ass was on fire. My dick stood hard. I was almost ready to shoot again. Ken released my hands and began pulling and pinching my nipples.

 

"Oh! Shit!" I yelled as my dick began to shoot rope after rope of cum. "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!"

 

Garrison huffed and puffed as he continued to work my ass with his big dick. His eyes looked into mine. He was ready.

 

"Give it to me, bug guy!" I grunted. "Fill me up, baby! Fill me up!"

 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Garrison moaned as his body tensed and I felt his big dick unload his cum in my ass. "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!"

 

Once Garrison' orgasmic contractions subsided, he lowered his body on top of mine while he recovered. Silence filled the room. The only sounds were Garrison's still labored breathing.

 

"Shit!" Garrison finally spoke. "I remember now why your ass is worth $10 thousand a session. Damn, rent boy! You have one fine, fine ass!"

 

The three of us stayed in position. Garrison still resting on top of me. Ken laying on his side with his right arm and right leg wrapped around Garrison. Ken's dick was hard again. Finally, Garrison made a suggestion, "I know I am not done with you two men. But, I would kill for a vodka on the rocks. Any other takers?"

 

"I'm game," Ken replied.

 

"Me, too," I said. "I've been on my back in this bed for almost two hours. I need to move around. And, don't forget. You both promised to fist me."

 

Garrison rolled off my body and then off the bed. He offered me his hand to help me up. Ken followed me off the bed.

 

"Some people would say we needed to take a shower before we have a drink," Garrison explained. "However, I am not one of those people. I personally like the smell of sex on a man. And, I have two very sexy, very smelly men. Follow me."

 

Garrison led us to the upstairs bar. He handed each of us a vodka on the rocks.

 

"You men are fucking unbelievable," Ken finally spoke to break the silence. "I've never seen a more beautiful sight that you, Garrison, fucking Steven's ass. A beautiful black dick fucking a hairless, muscular man's fine white ass. I want to see some of the porn movies you two made."

 

"I should show you the unedited version of the second film we made," I suggested. "We filmed a two-hour fuck session with my hot black Master."

 

"Speaking of Masters, rent boy," Garrison added. "We should set him up with a complimentary membership so he can see all of the films. Rent boy has directed a few, too."

 

"Impressive!" Ken replied. "A man of many talents."

 

"If I am passionate about something, I tend to put everything I have toward accomplishing a goal," I explained. "I am VERY passionate about sex. So is Garrison!"

 

"You've got that right, rent boy," Garrison added. His dick also began to harden.

 

I smiled at Ken, "Tell me about some of your fantasies, stud."

 

"My fantasies usually require some visualization on my part," Ken replied. "Hot sex with a hot man is high on my list. On the other hand, I am extremely turned on with mummification or long-term bondage of any sort, water sports, fisting, whipping, caning, cock and ball torture. What turns you on, Steven?"

 

"Serving a man," I responded. "Making certain any man I am with is satisfied and sated."

 

"Garrison?" Ken asked.

 

"I could be here all night," Kenny. "I go both ways. I am a slave boy to a couple of guys back home in Chicago. However, I love to top a man, too. Especially rent boy, here."

 

Garrison drained his vodka on the rocks with one more gulp. "I would like to continue what we started if you two are in agreement."

 

"Count me in," I replied.

 

"Me, too," Ken replied. "I would like to stick my hand up the boy's asshole if you don't mind, Garrison."

 

"Great minds think alike," Garrison added. "A few more things are on my bucket list for tonight. One includes fisting the boy. Two includes double fucking the boy. The third includes double fisting the boy. Your thoughts, Kenny?"

 

"Sounds perfect to me," Ken responded. "I also want you to fuck me, Garrison. I normally don't get fucked. Normally, I wouldn't even think about getting fucked. However, watching you and Steven interact tonight makes me want your dick in my ass."

 

"Rent boy!" Garrison said. "Thank you for inviting this man over tonight."

 

"Your welcome, Garrison," I replied and then turned to Ken. "I hope you need to piss after your drink. I want to taste every part of your body, Sir! I want to taste your nipples. I want to taste your dick. I want to taste your piss. I want to taste your cum. I want to taste your arm pits. I want to taste your ass. I want to taste your feet or any other part of your body you are willing to offer me."

 

"I don't believe any of us will be getting much sleep tonight," Ken replied. "Come here, boy."

 

I moved to where Ken stood in the bar area of Master Ajmal's bedroom suite. I assumed the position on my knees. Legs shoulder width apart. Hands behind my back. Eyes gazing the floor. Ken's semi hard dick only a few inches from my face.

 

"I am ready to give you a drink, boy," Ken said in his deep, no nonsense voice.

 

"Thank you, Sir!" I said as I raised my mouth to the level of Ken's dick. I quickly gulped his dick with my mouth. I tasted his cum from his time in my ass.

 

I felt the liquid begin to trickle from this beautiful man's dick. I swallowed. I continued to swallow every drop. More piss. More swallowing. When the gush of piss subsided I made certain to capture any remaining liquid.

 

Ken backed away and his dick popped out of my mouth. "Very good, boy!"

 

"Thank you, Sir!" I replied.

 

"Garrison?" Ken asked. "Do you have something to give the boy?"

 

"Abso-fucking-lutely," Garrison replied. "Get your ass over here, rent boy!"

 

I crawled on my knees until I was in front of Garrison. His half hard dick hung just beyond my face as I assumed the kneeling position. Garrison put his left hand behind my head. His right hand grasped his semi hard dick. He pushed my head toward him as I opened my mouth.

 

"Lick under my foreskin to clean it," Garrison ordered.

 

I did as I was told.

 

"It's coming, rent boy!" Garrison hissed. "Drink my piss, rent boy."

 

I waited until I tasted the trickle of piss coming from Garrison's sizable semi hard dick. Then, it gushed. Piss. Lots and lots of piss. He kept pissing and pissing and pissing. I kept swallowing and swallowing and swallowing. The stream of hot piss began to subside. I kept Garrison's now hardening dick in my mouth until I had every last drop of warm yellow liquid.

 

"I think I have rediscovered my bathroom while we are traveling," Garrison hissed. "No more urinals for me."

 

"Yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir!" I replied. "May I clean your ass, Garrison?"

 

"Oh! Yea!" Garrison replied as he turned around so his ass was now in my face.

 

I put my hands on both of Garrison's muscular black ass cheeks and spread them so my tongue could gain access to my target. I leaned forward. I smelled Garrison. Sexy, muscular, sweaty Garrison. I shoved my outstretched tongue into Garrison's asshole.

 

"Ah! Shit yes! Rent boy!" Garrison moaned in delight as I began massaging Garrison's ass with my tongue.

 

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I took an Uber ride to my client in the Village on Thursday. As I walked up the sidewalk to the townhouse, I noticed someone looking out the window. I couldn't tell much about the man. When he answered the doorbell, I stood in the door way in total disbelief.

 

"You must be Steven," the man said. He was dressed in black leather pants, a full body harness, black leather arm bands, and black leather lace up boots. A fine mist of black hair covered his chest and led downward to the top of his pants. His close cropped black hair on his head gave him an air of power. His pecks and arms were extremely bulked. He was obviously a man who went to the gym on a regular basis.

 

"Yes...," I replied when I could finally talk.

 

"I'm Bashir," the man introduced himself. "Please come in."

 

I went inside. I was still speechless.

 

"Can I get you something to drink?" Bashir asked. "I am having a scotch on the rocks."

 

"Ahm...," I stammered. "I'll have the same, thank you, Sir!"

 

"I will get you a drink while you take off your clothes," Bashir said.

 

"Yes, SIR!" I replied I started to strip as soon as Bashir had turned to get me a drink.

 

`Holy shit!' I thought to myself. `He's a duplicate of Master Ajmal only slightly taller and more muscular.'

 

I quickly got naked. And, I assumed the position—hands behind my back, feet shoulder length apart, gazing down at the floor.

 

Bashir returned and handed me the drink.

 

"My my!" Bashir began as he lifted his glass in a toast. "Here's to a good time!"

 

We clinked glasses.

 

"You are exactly as Ajmal promised," Bashir said as he admired my naked body. "Beautiful physique. Beautiful hairless body. Beautiful eyes. Beautiful tattoos and piercings. Beautiful uncut dick. And, those huge balls almost made me cum in my pants."

 

"Thank you, Sir!" I responded. "Do you know Ajmal well?"

 

"Ah! Do I know Ajmal well?" Bashir said almost to himself. "We are twins. Ajmal is my brother."

 

"Your brother...?" I repeated. "I didn't know Master Ajmal had a brother."

 

"Ajmal is always very private about himself and his family," Bashir replied. "So, you are Ajmal's slave boy. Congratulations."

 

"Thank you, Sir!" I replied. "Master Ajmal has taught me so much during the short time he has owned me."

 

"And you?" Bashir asked. "Will you be happy, boy?"

 

"Yes, Sir," I replied. "I am very happy pleasing Master Ajmal and the men he rents me to. I was born to be a sex slave. I always wanted to be a sex slave. I will always be a sex slave. It is my calling. Serving men. Making the men I serve happy."

 

"So, are you ready to make me happy?" Bashir asked.

 

"Yes, Sir," I replied. "I am extremely ready and pleased you think I am worthy of your attention."

 

Bashir took a collar from the table in the front entry hall. He held it up so I could see it. "This will be yours during your time here."

 

"Thank you, Sir," I replied.

 

As Bashir locked the collar in place, he gave me my next orders, "What do you say when someone claims your body with a collar?"

 

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

 

"Very good, boy," Master Bashir replied. "My brother and I share the same sexual proclivities. So, I believe you can well imagine what I have in store for you."

 

Master Bashir attached a leash to my collar and led me to the back of the townhouse and down the back stairs to the basement—which turns out to include an exceedingly well equipped playroom.

 

"We won't have time to use everything I this room this session, boy," Master Bashir explained. "But, if I like the experience of you serving me today, I will gladly offer my brother a long-term rental agreement."

 

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

 

"I expect you will, boy," Master Bashir replied. "Today, I plan on concentrating on your ass. You will soon find I am an ass man through and through. I like to fuck. I like to fist. I like ass toys. When is the last time you were fucked?"

 

"Last night, Sir," I replied. "Two men. Once with both their arms in my ass."

 

"Very good, boy," Master Bashir replied with enthusiasm. "I don't need to waste time loosening you up, then."

 

Master Bashir led me to the sling and helped me into it. He put my legs in the stirrups. He secured my wrists together with a pair of handcuffs. I looked up and saw the huge mirror. I saw myself naked and vulnerable in the sling.

 

Master Bashir rolled a cart next to him. He sat on a stool near my asshole. He pulled a can of Crisco out of the cart and began to massage it onto his right hand. Once he had applied enough lube, Master Bashir grabbed my hard dick with his left hand and began to massage my dick.

 

He used his right hand, already lubed, to massage my asshole while he continued to stroke my dick. I became mesmerized by the sight of Master Bashir beginning to work on my naked, hairless body. The hair on Master Bashir's body was a stark contrast to my hairless one.

 

"Ahhhhhh!" I hissed as Master Brashir's hand disappeared into my ass. Slowly. Gently. Further and further into my ass. He stopped when he was elbow deep in my ass.

 

"Fucking beautiful ass, boy," Master Bashir cooed and he started to move his arm slowly in and out of my ass. Only a few inches back and then elbow deep again.

 

"Oh! Fuck!" I hissed as my mind wandered.

 

"You like this, boy?" Master Bashir asked.

 

"Yes, Sir," I hissed. "Make me feel your power, Sir. Make me feel used. Take me, Sir. Please take me and use me!"

 

"With pleasure, boy," Master Bashir replied.

 

He began pulling his arm out of my ass further and then plunged it back, elbow deep, into my ass. The sling began to rock as Master Bashir increase the range of motion and the speed of his arm. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.

 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Shit!" I moaned in pleasure as Master Bashir pulled his fist all of the way out of my ass and then plunged it back again.

 

Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. I watched Master Bashir use my ass. I felt his energy envelop me. With every stab into my ass with his arm, I yearned for more. More. I needed more.

 

Finally, Master Bashir pulled his arm out of my ass. I felt completely empty. I wanted it back!

 

Master Bashir moved beside my face and bent down and kissed me. "Beautiful, boy. Very beautiful. I want us to rest for a few moments."

 

Master Bashir pulled my legs from the stirrups and helped me out of the sling. He left the handcuffs on my wrists. I followed Master Bashir to the bar at the side of his playroom. He opened two beers and handed one to me.

 

"How do you feel, boy?" Master Bashir asked.

 

"Empty, Sir," I whispered. "When you had your arm in my ass, I felt so needed. So safe. So warm. I felt your power. I felt your energy. I hope I can have it back."

 

"You will, my boy," Master Bashir replied. "If I were my brother, I wouldn't let another man touch you."

 

"Why don't you have a slave, Sir?" I asked.

 

"Simple," Bashir explained. "I am married to a man named Jason. He and I are lovers. We sometimes use the playroom together, but usually I have boys I play with from time to time. It was Jason's idea to rent you from my brother. And, I am so happy he encouraged me to get you here. I hope you want to come back and play with me some more after our time is up."

 

"I would gladly come back, Sir," I replied. "But, I am not the one to make the decision as to who uses my body. Master Ajmal alone has the power to determine which men I serve."

 

We finished our beer. Master Bashir led me back to the sling and helped me in. Once I was secure, he took his place on the stool. He silently applied lube to his right hand and arm. Then to the left hand and arm.

 

"My next action with you might cause some discomfort," Master Bashir quietly explained. "Scream if it hurts too much. But, just to let you know, I am not stopping until I am ready to stop. Understand, boy?"

 

"Yes, Sir," I replied. "I understand, Sir."

 

I watched the mirror. I saw everything clearly. Both of Master Bashir's hands moved to my asshole. He plunged two fingers, one from each hand, into my ass. He pulled out the two fingers and straightened his hands so they were palm to palm. He began to push both of his hands into my ass.

 

"Ahhhhhhh!" I moaned as the pain seared through my body.

 

Master Bashir paused so I could adjust to both of his hand, up to his knuckles, in my ass. After a few moments, Master Bashir put more pressure as he eased both of his hands into my ass.

 

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" I moaned as his hands up to his wrists pushed through my sphincter muscle.

 

Master Bashir paused again. I took several deep breaths and relaxed so I could take Master Bashir's arms into my ass. I wanted this. I wanted to please Master Bashir.

 

Master Bashir watched me. He smiled and began to push his arm further and further into my ass.

 

I kept taking deep breaths as I watch Master Bashir's arms push into my ass until both of his forearms were completely inside me.

 

"Beautiful," Master Bashir whispered to me as he watched peace come over my face. I felt Master Bashir's warm pulse through my body. My whole body relaxed. I felt as though Master Bashir and I were one. Connected. Together. His arms and my ass joining us, holding us together.

 

Master Bashir began to slowly and gently massage my ass with his hands and arms. I lost track of time. I was floating. Peace flowing through my body. I realized Master Bashir was pulling both of his arms out of my ass. Slowly, gently.

 

"Ahhhhhh!" I moaned as both of his hands popped through my sphincter muscle and then out of my ass.

 

"Beautiful," Master Bashir repeated. "Let's rest, boy."

 

Master Bashir removed my ankles from the stirrups and he helped me out of the sling. I almost fell. My legs were like rubber. Master Bashir picked me up and carried me to the bar and put me on a bar stool. He pulled out two more beers and opened them. He handed one to me as he sat in the stool next to me.

 

"Here is to our time together!" Master Bashir said as we clinked beer bottles.

 

"Thank you, Sir," I replied after we both took a sip of our beers.

 

"We only have an hour left together until the session is over," Master Bashir began. "I have so many questions to ask you, but not this time. Will you have any time available for a chat? I will be willing to pay Ajmal whatever he wants to have some extra time with you. Mostly to talk."

 

"I can ask Garrison, my handler, to speak with Master Ajmal," I replied.

 

"I want my husband to meet you as well," Master Bashir continued. "Maybe I can introduce you when we are finished here."

 

"I would like to meet you husband, Master," I replied.

 

"Good," Master Bashir said as he took my empty beer bottle and placed in on top of the bar. "I am eager to continue."

 

Master Bashir led me back to the sling and secured me. He removed his leather boots and pants. Master Bashir opened a tube of lube and spread it over his 8 inch, hard cock. He stepped to my side and leaned down to kiss me. Once he was back in position between my legs, Master Bashir smiled at me while he lined the tip of his cock with my asshole.

 

I watched Master Bashir in the mirror above me. His smile faded. He stabbed his dick into my ass with one powerful, swift push.

 

"Ahhhhh!" I moaned. "Oh! God! Yes!"

 

Master Bashir smiled at me once again and let loose a powerful barrage of thrusts in and out of my ass. In. Out. In. Out. I moaned with every stab into me. Master Bashir's trimmed pubic hairs rubbed on my swollen, hairless balls. His big balls slammed against my ass. He kept pounding and pounding and pounding. I kept moaning and moaning and moaning. He owned my ass. He took control of my body. He made me feel every inch of skin with new vigor. He breathed life into me with every inward thrust.

 

Master Bashir's sweat poured off his body and onto mine. I took deep breaths. I relaxed into Master Bashir's powerful stabs into my ass. I was his. I wanted to be his. To give him power over my body.

 

"Take me!" I yelled as I saw the look of a man about to let loose with a powerful orgasm.

 

"Yes," Master Bashir screamed and I felt his dick 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...!"

 

Master Bashir rested on my body after his orgasm retreated.

 

"Thank you, boy," Master Bashir whispered.

 

"No, Sir!" I said. "I need to thank you, Sir."

 

"You both were pretty awesome," a voice from the dark corner of the room said.

 

"Jason!" Master Bashir said into the darkness. His dick still impaled into my ass. "Please come here so I can introduce you to the boy."

 

An astonishingly handsome man approached us. Master Bashir pulled his dick out of my ass and turned to his husband.

 

"Jason, this is Steven, my brother's slave boy," Master Bashir explained. "Steven, my husband Jason."

 

"It's nice to meet you, Steven," Jason said with a smile.

 

"The pleasure is mine," I said. I felt a little uncomfortable. Naked in the sling. Jason's husbands sweat covering my body. My dick is hard as a rock. But, Jason was truly beautiful. He appeared to be about 6 feet tall with red hair, a muscular body, blue eyes, and a smile that could light up all of Manhattan.

 

"I am sort of embarrassed. I watched the whole scene while my husband fucked you," Jason confessed.

 

"I'm sort of embarrassed laying here naked in a sling after your husband put his arms and dick in my ass," I replied.

 

"Don't worry," Jason added. "Neither one of us bits... unless you want us to bit. Do you have time to have a drink with us before you go?"

 

"Sure," I replied. "Should I get dressed first?"

 

"Absolutely not, boy," Master Bashir replied. "Does Ajmal allow you to wear clothing at home?"

 

"Usually not," I replied.

 

"You know Bashir," Jason began. "When you rent the boy again... I am assuming you will rent him again... I might be tempted to join you. Would you mind?"

 

"I would love it," Master Bashir said as he helped me out of the sling and led me to the bar. Bashir retrieved three beers from the cooler and handed one each to Jason and me.

 

"So, Steven," Jason began. "How did you become a slave?"

 

"It is a long story, but I will give you the compact version," I replied. "My first boyfriend in college introduced me to the local leather men who were prominent gay couple. They got me interested. After college I met a man. I was his slave for about five years. We split up. I met the man I would soon marry. He was curious about the BDSM lifestyle. We bought a house in Provincetown after I quit my job at eSquare. I met Master Ajmal in Provincetown. We quickly developed feelings for one another. Tim encourage me to follow my dream. So, I am now Master Ajmal's slave. He rents out my body to wealthy sadists. My husband has a new lover. It sounds strange, but it works for us."

 

I noticed the time on the clock above the bar. "I believe it is also time for me to leave," I said to Master Bashir and Jason.

 

"I'll walk you upstairs," Master Bashir replied.

 

Once we were upstairs and I was dressed, Master Bashir kissed me good bye. "Remember, I want to see you again before you go to London," Master Bashir explained.

 

"I will tell Garrison to speak with Master Ajmal about the possibility," I replied. "Thank you for everything! I really enjoyed myself."

 

"I did, too," Master Bashir replied as he handed me an envelope.

 

"What's this?" I asked.

 

"A tip for you," Master Bashir replied.

 

"I can't take it," I explained. "Master Ajmal made it extremely clear. I do not accept tips."

 

"Then I will need to speak with my brother about his no tip policy," Master Bashir replied as he took the envelope back. Then, he leaned in and kissed me. "My driver will take you to Ajmal's house. He is waiting for you outside."

 

"Thank you, Master," I said as I turned and left Master Bashir in his entry hallway.

 

Traffic was light and I arrived at Master Ajmal's house about 11:30. Garrison was watching television.

 

"So, rent boy," Garrison began. "How's tricks?"

 

I started stripping. Garrison fixed me a scotch on the rocks. I was sitting next to Garrison before I explained the night.

 

"The night was amazing," I began. "Did you know my client tonight was Master Ajmal's twin brother?"

 

"You're shitting me!" Garrison exclaimed.

 

"Nope," I continued. "Twin... As in exactly alike... And, I am not sure why, but this was the first time I connected with someone on the very first meeting. It was amazing."

 

"So, what did AJ's twin do with you tonight?" Garrison asked.

 

"He fisted me twice," I continued. "The first time with one arm. The second time with both arms. Then, he fucked me."

 

"This took six hours?" Garrison asked.

 

"Yup," I replied. "He wants to see me again before we leave for London."

 

"Hot damn!" Garrison exclaimed.

 

"Now," I said as I finished the last of the scotch in my glass. "I need to take a shower. I'll be back in a few moments. Then, we can discuss tomorrow's plans."

 

When I returned from my shower, Garrison made another scotch on the rocks.

 

"I think I want to stay in New York and delay going to London until later," I said.

 

"Are you thinking Ken or AJ's brother or Mr. CNN?" Garrison asked with a smile.

 

"All three," I replied. "Have you talked with Master Ajmal?"

 

"Yes," Garrison replied. "I told him about meeting Ken on the plane. I also told him Ken joined us for dinner last night."

 

"And I am certain you told Master Ajmal you and I had sex with Ken," I said as I smiled.

 

"I didn't tell him until he asked," Garrison replied. "So, I described our night in great detail. He said he would need to fuck Christopher all night because I made him horny."

 

"So I take it Christopher is living with Master Ajmal now I am away," I whispered.

 

"Does it piss you off?" Garrison asked.

 

"Nope," I replied. "At first I was uncertain how I felt about the changes in my life. But, you know what, Garrison? I really love the time I have spent with clients these last few days. It is who I am, Garrison. I am, as you so aptly put it, a rent boy. I like the attention. I like the diversity. I like the feeling of power I have because I am giving my clients exactly what they want and probably can't find too easily. And I was even more uncertain about my relationship with Tim. But, you know what? Having money, property, and lot of social power is a lot of fucking work. I have decided I didn't really want the responsibility all of my old life necessitated. In my first Master/slave relationship I gave away a lot of power to my Master. I am doing it again, but I am never going back. I don't really care if Master Ajmal does castrate me. It will be just another phase of my life."

 

"I think our rent boy has just figured a lot of shit out," Garrison said with a smile.

 

"Thank you, Garrison," I replied. "I appreciate your support and your confidence in me. I would also appreciate it if you took me to bed and fucked me all night long."

 

"You are one horny mother fucker, rent boy!" Garrison answered with a smile. "I'll fuck your ass any time you want. It's one of the benefits of being a rent boy's handler. I get a really good ass to fuck!"

 

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I was a few minutes late for my Friday appointment. When the dude opened the door, I knew this was going to be a difficult meeting.

 

"You're late, boy!" My client said. He was so unlike all of the other clients this week. He was 5'9" tall and about 200 pounds. His chest, stomach, back, and ass were covered in massive amounts of hair. His stomach hung over his leather chaps. He didn't have on a shirt nor did he have on anything under his chaps. The only good thing about the man was his hard dick. It was about 11 inches long. He was uncut. I only hoped he didn't get too worked up and have a heart attack.

 

"I am sorry, Sir," I apologized. "My Uber ride got stuck in traffic. I will try to make it up to you, Sir."

 

"I'm Daniel, by the way, boy," he introduced himself.

 

"Nice to meet you, Sir!" I replied. "I'm Steven, but you can call me anything you want, Sir."

 

"Okay, ass wipe," Daniel said with a grin. "Strip!"

 

"Yes, Sir!" I said as I began to strip. Once I was completely naked, Daniel picked up a collar from beside the door. After he installed it, I repeated the words Master Ajmal taught me. "Master," I responded. "I give you my mind, my body, and my soul, Master. I will forsake all others! I am yours!"

 

"Your damn right, boy," Master Daniel said to me. "For the next six hours you will do what I say. You will do it when I say. And, you will not be allowed to object to anything I want to do to you. Do you understand, boy?"

 

"Yes, Sir," I replied as Master Daniel snapped a leash to my collar.

 

Master Daniel led me to the back of his townhouse. He opened the back door and led me into what I assumed used to be a garage.

 

"Wow!" I said as I looked around the well-equipped playroom. "Nice space, Sir."

 

"Thank you, boy," Master Daniel said. "This is my pride and joy."

 

"Now, boy," Master Daniel began. "Ajmal said you are a really, really good boy. You can take a lot. I hope so because I plan on giving you a lot. I am a well-rounded Dom. I like all sorts of activities. And, if you are as good as Ajmal tells me, then we will be seeing a lot of one another. I need my dick cleaned off. Especially under the foreskin."

 

"Yes, Sir," I replied as I dropped to my knees and guided Master Daniel's dick into my mouth. I ran my tongue under his foreskin.

 

"I think you are done now, boy," Master Daniel suggested after about 20 minutes of dick cleaning. "Get up."

 

"Yes, Sir," I replied as I stood in the position and awaited further instructions.

 

"I am heavily into tit and cock and ball torture," Master Daniel explained. "We will do other things, but I want to start with your nipples. I want you to just stand there and take what I dish out. I don't want to hear a peep out of you."

 

I stood motionless gazing down at the floor. Master David reached into a drawer and pulled out a box which he put on a table next to him.

 

Before he opened the box, Master Daniel took my nipples between his fingers and squeezed. It was all I could do to keep from gasping. He released his grip on my nipples.

 

"Good boy," Master Daniel said as he looked into the box. He brought out a pair of tit clamps. I hadn't seen these before. "These are special clamps. I had them made especially for me. You will enjoy these, I believe. And, you can scream if you need to do so. These will hurt like a son of a bitch."

 

He held one nipple between the fingers of one hand and the clap in the other hand. He stretched my left nipple and positioned the clap. He released the clamp which locked down hard on my nipple.

 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed as the nipple clamp bore down on my nipple. It seemed to rip through my skin.

 

"I really like the way you scream, boy," Master Daniel said.

 

Master Daniel moved his attention to my right nipple.

 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed again.

 

"Yea," Master Daniel said. "I like your screaming. So, maybe I will change my playlist so I hear more of it. Do you like to scream, boy?"

 

"Yes, Sir," I said barely managing to get the words out because of the pain.

 

"Good," Master Daniel continued. "This next item will really send you flying."

 

Master Daniel rummaged through his box of toys and pulled out a chain about ten inches long. It had a big clamp on one end and smaller clamps at various intervals of the chain.

 

"Do you know what this is, boy?" Master Daniel asked.

 

"No, Sir," I whisper through the pain in my nipples.

 

"It is similar to the clamps on your tits," Master Daniel explained. "But, this! This is for your dick."

 

My eyes widen.

 

"This," Master Daniel explains as he holds up the clamp on the end. "Goes over your foreskin. The others... Well, the others get attached to the skin on your hard shaft. The last ones get connected to your scrotum. I know you will like to have this on your dick, right, boy?"

 

"Yes, Sir," I respond.

 

"Before I put this on you, I need to confine you so you can't move," Master Daniel explained as he put the clips for my dick down and picked up a long rope.

 

"Cross your arms and hold on to the opposite one just below your elbow," Master Daniel demanded.

 

I did.

 

Master Daniel began to thread the rope around my forearms. The first turn started at my right wrist which was on the left side of my body. He secured the first turn with a knot. He worked his way toward my left wrist which was on the right side of my body and secured the last turn with another knot.

 

Finally, Master Daniel raised my arms above my head and secured them to a clip in the ceiling.

 

Master Daniel picked up another length of rope. He bent down and wrapped the first coil around my legs just below my ass and cock. He continued to wrap my legs with the rope.

 

Master Daniel stood and faced me. His face was inches from mine. He starred into my eyes. I didn't blink but starred back. I knew fear was in my eyes. Lust was in his.

 

"So, boy," Master Daniel began. "You are tied up at the moment, right, boy?"

 

"Yes, Sir," I hissed through the pain in my nipples.

 

"You are exactly where I know you want to be," Master Daniel continued. "I can see it in your eyes, boy. I am taking the power away from you. I am taking your entire being and making it mine. You belong to me right now. I own you. I control you. You are nothing but a worthless piece of slave boy meat. A piss ant. Stupid. Perverted. Worthless. What do you say now, boy? Tell me what you want."

 

"Hurt me, Sir," I whisper. The pain in my nipples still dominate my thoughts. "Please, Sir, hurt me. Make me yours. Take me. Punish me. Make me feel your power. Make me feel the pain."

 

"Very good, boy," Master Daniel replied as he picked up the chain with the claps attached to it.

 

Master Daniel pulled at my foreskin.

 

"Nice," Master Daniel hissed.

 

Master Daniel moved the first clamp on the chair to my dick. His other still stretched my foreskin.

 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed as the first clamp ate into my foreskin of my dick.

 

"Very good, boy," Master Daniel complimented my scream. "You sound so pathetic when you scream. I am going to make you scream a lot tonight."

 

Master Daniel moved his right hand down the shaft of my dick and stretched it. He added the second clamp.

 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed again.

 

He continued until only one clamp remained.

 

"This is a very special clamp," Master Daniel explained. "It is for your scrotum. Just the skin, not the balls. By the way, I do really, really like your big hairless, swollen balls. I understand they will be getting bigger before you leave New York for London. I'll bet you didn't know about your balls getting bigger, did you, boy?"

 

"No, Sir," I whispered. The pain in my nipples and the pain where the clamps held onto the skin of my dick pulsated through my entire body.

 

"Did you know AJ is making you into more of a freak than you are right now?" Master Daniel asked.

 

"No Sir," I whispered again.

 

"Yup," Master Daniel explained. "Bigger chest. Bigger arms. Bigger legs. You will be spending a lot of your free time—when you are not serving other men—in the gym. More tattoos, too. He's discovered a doctor who can also give you a bigger dick. You won't use it, of course. You are a slave boy. A worthless piece of meat. Nothing but a worthless piece of meat."

 

Master Daniel tugged at the skin on my scrotum. He fastened the last clamp on me.

 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed.

 

"I need to get myself a cold glass of water," Master Daniel explained. "But first, I am going to do something for you. You will not forget this wonderful experience I am about to give you."

 

Master Daniel picked up two weights from the table.

 

"Do you have any idea what I am about to do to you, boy?" Master Daniel asked.

 

"No, Sir," I replied.

 

Master Daniel took one weight. He fondled the chair attached to the clips on my nipples. He attached the first weight to the chain. He paused. Then, he dropped the weight.

 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed.

 

"Now, I bet you can guess where the last weight will be going," Master Daniel hissed.

 

"Balls, Sir," I hiss back.

 

"That's right, boy," Master Daniel replied as he attached the second weight to the chain with clamps on my dick and balls. He dropped the weight.

 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed again.

 

The pain in my nipples and the pain in my dick and balls almost paralyzed me. All I knew at this point was pain.

 

Master Daniel left me to suffer with the pain. I have no idea how long he was gone. I only knew the pain. I almost passed out. The clamps on my nipples, dick, and balls dug into my skin.

 

Master Daniel returned. He had a glass of water with him. He moved the glass to my lips. "Drink, boy."

 

I opened my mouth and took two sips of water before he put the glass down on the table near him.

 

"I am very interested in scenes which include public humiliation," Master Daniel explained. "One day soon, I am going to rent you again. Maybe for the day or, better yet, an entire weekend. I will parade you through the streets of Manhattan and humiliate you in front of millions and millions of people. Everyone will know you are a worthless piece of meat slave boy. You would like to be humiliated, wouldn't you, boy?"

 

"Yes, Sir," I whisper.

 

Master Daniel moved to the side of the room. He returned with three leather whips.

 

"Do you know what these are, boy?" Master Daniel asked.

 

"Yes, Sir," I respond. "Whips. For my body. Pain. More pain."

 

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"Shit, Steven," Garrison said as he stood in the living room eyeing my body. "The dude really marked your body. I have never seen a body with so many red welts on it."

 

"I deserved it, Garrison," I replied. "I screamed too loudly as he whipped me with the first whip. He told me not to scream. I couldn't help it. Then, he caned me. Then, he used the bullwhip on me. Not like Master Brad. Master Daniel wanted me to hurt very badly. So, he bullwhipped me for at least an hour. I lost track of time, but I think it must have been at least an hour."

 

"We need to put something on your body," Garrison replied. "Something to ease the pain and redness. Wait! Boris's cream. I have some in the bathroom. Let me get it."

 

"Okay," I squeaked. I could barely speak. I was horse from all of the screaming.

 

Garrison returned with a jar of Boris's cream. Before he could start applying the cream, Garrison's phone rang.

 

"It's AJ," Garrison said as he answered the phone. He turned it to speaker phone "Hello, Sir."

 

"Hello, Garrison. I just talked to the boy's last trick," Master Ajmal said. "How bad is the damage to the boy's body?"

 

"Heavily marked, Sir," Garrison replied. "I will put some of Boris's cream on the marks after we talk, Sir."

 

"Good," Master Ajmal replied. "Boris's cream will work wonders. How long do you think it will be until the boy can be used again?"

 

"At least a few days," Garrison replied. "Why?"

 

"Just curious," Master Ajmal replied. "When are you leaving for London?"

 

"The boy wants to stay in New York until Wednesday," Garrison replied.

 

"Good," Master Ajmal began to explain his questioning. "Bashir and Jason want to use the boy before you leave for London. Daniel would like to us him as well, but I managed to put him off until you return from Germany. And, then, there is Grant. Grant wants the boy for a weekend as well. I have added another week to your travel schedule. News of the boy's availability has spread throughout the city it seems. I don't believe you will have the downtime you originally expected. I am getting a lot of interest in San Francisco and Chicago. The reviews on my website have been phenomenal."

 

"Can the boy handle all of this without a break," Garrison asked.

 

"He will handle it or he will be castrated," Master Ajmal replied. "Go put the cream on the boy's body. Call me if you need more. I can ship it overnight."

 

"Thank you, AJ," Garrison said into the phone before he hung up.

 

Garrison flung his phone onto the sofa. "The man is a lunatic! Can you handle all of this? If one man has done this to your body, how can you do this nonstop?"

 

"I can handle it, Garrison," I whispered. "I have to handle it. If I don't or break down in the middle of Master Ajmal's launch of renting my body, I will have no balls. I like my balls."

 

"So do I, rent boy," Garrison said as he began to apply the cream to my body. "As a matter of fact, I want those balls in my mouth shortly after I finish putting the cream on your body."

 

"My balls are yours to do what you want," I whispered to Garrison as the cream began to sooth the pain of my body.

 

Thank you for reading Chapter 43 of Life With Tim. I hope you enjoyed it. I have a chapter 45 written. It has a fair amount of drama. I would like to know if, before I release Chapter 45, you would like to read the chapters I have written about Steven's Rent Boy life in London and Berlin. One chapter covers each city. Or, would you like to skip the descriptions of London and Berlin and skip directly to the drama?

 

I am asking this question because I don't want to bore readers with a lot of S&M scenes in a row. On the other hand, if I do say so myself, they are hot. Thanks. I appreciate your comments.

 

Steven

 

 

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