Date: Fri, 11 Jan 2019 20:23:38 +0000
From: R S <ryan_sub@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lust is Blind - Part 6

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Part 6: Eyes Opened


The moment I got into Sir's car, he had me strip all of my clothes off.
Not that I was wearing much - I was actually wearing the exact same outfit
I had when I first met him at Starbucks.  This time though, he got behind
the wheel of my car with me on the passenger seat beside him.  I was glad
that the car cabin lights had dimmed off not long after I got myself
completely naked.  Save for the street lights and the lights from the
coffee shop, we were pretty much hidden in the darkness of the night.

"Put this on," Sir said as he handed me my blindfolds.

Here we go again with the fucking blindfolds, I thought.  I then felt Sir
remove the cock cage I was wearing.  His touch always felt electric to me.
He gave my balls a tight squeeze.  I yelped.  Sir laughed.

"OK, now get yourself hard." Sir instructed.

I started rubbing my weenie.  The sexiness of my predicament and the
anticipation of what awaits me that night made it easy for me to get my
tiny member standing at full attention.

"I want you to keep it hard throughout our trip, got it?"

"Yes, Sir."

It was a Friday night.  Seven weeks passed by quickly like a hurricane, it
came quick, it came strong, and it left my psyche in shambles.  I had fully
accepted my place as Sir's pussy and have come to greatly enjoy it.  I've
done things that I had previously only read about and seen on the internet.
I've gone from an unsure experimenter to a hungry, and in my mind, deprived
sex toy.  There were still some uneasy moments especially when Sir would
call me up at home knowing full well that my wife was with me.  He was
relentless during those two months of service.  He kept having me do tasks
not just when I'm at home, but when I'm at the gym or even at work, at a
meeting even.  Thankfully, I never got caught.  I was taking a lot of
risks, I knew, but the risks only made the whole thing hotter.

Sir forbade me to cum for six days now that I hardly had to touch myself to
keep myself hard.  By the time Sir turned off the car engine, I had edged
myself so many times.  Thankfully I didn't climax, however, my hand,
weenie, and balls were coated by so much precum I had wet the seat badly.

"Take off the blindfolds."

I took them off and found that we were parked in a driveway of a very fine
looking house.  I didn't expect that. I don't know why, perhaps, his rough
demeanor and the way he dressed the few times I saw him made me think he
lived in a very ordinary neighborhood, much like mine.  Maybe it's owned by
a friend of his, I remember thinking.  I didn't really get to see much of
the outside as not only was it dark out but Sir was hurrying me along.  He
had me walk, barefoot, to a side entrance of the house.

The room we came into was the kitchen and it was brightly lit, I had to
squint at first as the brightness was a bit harsh after having been in the
dark for a while.  There was someone else in the room, standing up from his
perch on a kitchen bar stool.  He looked familiar but I couldn't place
where I've seen him before.  Except for a black leather speedo-like briefs
and a matching leather collar around his neck, he was almost as naked as
me.

"Hi, Sir," he said.

He handed Sir a set of keys.

"Thank you," Sir said.  "Is anybody else here yet?"

"They're all downstairs already, Sir" the guy said.

That's when I remembered where I had seen the guy before.  He was the
skinny dude I had given a blowjob to at the park & ride one night.  He was
with another guy then who I had also blown.

"Hi" I said to him when he noticed me staring at him.

"Hi, nice to see you again" he said.

Sir smirked.

"This is boy Ryan," Sir said, "and this is my trusted boy Jeff."

I hate to admit it but I felt jealous at Jeff for being `trusted'.

Sir had me turn around away from him. He attached a black leather collar,
not unlike Jeff's, around my neck.  He spun me back to face him and then
clipped a soft letter leash to the collar.

"Nice" Sir said as he fingered my leaking weenie and fed me my precum.

I licked Sir's finger clean.  He nodded his approval.

"Ok, let's go."

Sir led me by the collar to the basement, Jeff following behind us.

Where the kitchen looked like a normal kitchen and the living room (that I
had spied from the kitchen) looked like a normal living room, albeit richly
furnished, the basement, however, was clearly not a usual basement.  It was
done to resemble a dungeon with a bar at the far end.  First thing I
noticed there was a St. Andrew's cross (I didn't actually know that that
was what it was called back then).  One cannot avoid noticing it as there
were red spotlights from the ceiling shining unto it.  On the wall on
either side of the cross were shelves and hooks with a variety of gear on
them. There were whips, ropes, handcuffs, and many leather, metallic, and
plastic whatnots.  On the far side of the room there was a couch and what
looked like a wet bar.  Across from it, where the stairs leading to the
basement is facing, is a big flat screen TV – a game of basketball was
on.  There were three guys by the couch/bar area.  One of them, also
wearing the same skimpy outfit as Jeff, I quickly recognized as the
chubbier guy with Jeff that night at the park & ride.  The other two men,
both decked out in leather, I haven't met before.  One had leather pants, a
leather vest, and wire-trimmed glasses on. He had a closed beard and
mustache and was probably in his late-forties.  The other guy was younger,
probably the same age as Sir (mid-thirties) was also wearing leather pants
but had no top on – he displayed his solidly-built chest which had a
nice even coating of hair - he also had a big nice swirly tat on his upper
back.  He had deep set eyes, a square jaw – he was drop-dead handsome.

"Everyone, this is boy Ryan." Sir said and everyone greeted me back.

Sir then introduced me to them.  The vested guy was called Chief (I
realized then that he was the other master that Sir had me email to at the
beginning of my correspondence with Sir) The bare-chested guy was Sir Mike
and the young guy who was now standing next to Jeff, was boy Alex.

"When I first met boy Ryan, he was a total newbie, a reluctant cocksucker,
a virgin even.  Hasn't even so much as had a pinkie up his cunt.  After
remedying that myself," Sir said to hoots and laughter, "with all the tools
at my disposal," more laughter as he gropes his cock through his jeans, "I
can say that the boy has learned to accept his role as my boy.  After
tonight, after two months of breaking him and training him, my boy Ryan
here is ready to prove that he knows how to serve real men. Should he do
well tonight, and I don't doubt that he will, he will be considered a
graduate of my training program.  It is the responsibility of each and
every one of us here tonight then to make sure we give him a proper send
off."

"I'll fucking send him off limping for sure " shouted Sir Mike, taking a
sip from the beer he was nursing.

The others laughed at this.  My weenie twitched at the thought of this stud
fucking me

"Now remember," Sir said to me but loud enough for all to hear, "Everyone
in this room is above you in rank.  Which means you will treat each of them
with respect just as you would treat me.  If any of them ask you to do
something, you obey.  Got that boy?"

"Yes, Sir" I replied loudly like a soldier.  I tried to do my damnest to
let Sir know as well as the rest them that I truly wish to please Sir.

"Good boy, now tell me, what would you like to drink?"

It was a pleasant surprised to be offered a drink.  I thought that the
moment I got there we would go straight to business. Instead, it was like
hanging out with my friends at a local bar except here I was walking around
naked and the men I am hanging out with would occasionally pull my weenie,
twist my nipples, or slap my ass.  Besides the liquor, there were other
recreational substances available.  Some partook while some, like Chief,
did not.  Being the obedient boy that I was, I obeyed every little request
they had of me - drink this, taste that, take this, try that.  I hadn't let
loose of myself like that since I was a teenager, maybe not even then.  I
am surprised now that I even remember anything from that night.

I don't know how much time has passed before we finally started to get down
to business.  Somehow, during that time, Sir had changed from his t-shirt
and jeans into his leather outfit: Leather boots with the yellow stitching
and laces and leather briefs.  And just like Sir Mike, he wore no top
either.  Sir and Sir Mike looked like brothers.  I was ogling their chests
throughout the whole night. I wanted to lick their nipples and bury my face
in their armpits.

This part is still a bit hazy to me but at some point somehow I ended up
with my arms and legs tied to the St. Andrew's cross.  The TV was playing
some porn while Jeff and Alex were taking turns licking my weenie and
balls.  The three Sirs were feeling me up and kissing my mouth and ears,
biting my nipples, and fingering my bunghole. This went on for I don't know
how long.  Jeff and Alex were very careful though not to make me cum. They
would stop touching me whenever I would get close.  It was driving me
crazy.  Good thing Sir, at some point, had all off them back off from me.
I didn't realize it till then that the cessation of all that wonderful
touching and groping was a welcome relief in itself.  I noticed then that I
was breathing really hard and I took that moment to pull myself together if
even just mentally.  I relaxed into my restraints.  The room was spinning
around me. Sir must have noticed, if not have worried about, my exhaustion
that he had the two boys released me from the cross.  They sat me down on
the couch and offered me water to drink.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," I said, refusing the glass of water.

"Drink," Sir said, "it's an order."

I drank the water and rested back against the couch.

"We've got the whole night, boy, no need to rush it." Chief said.

"Yeah, you've got to pace yourself if you want to survive what we've got
planned for you" chimed Sir Mike.

I hated myself.  I felt so stupid in feeling so god-damn weak.  I actually
wanted to cry or leave if I could only manage to stand.

"It's ok, boy, you've had a long day" Sir said, "just relax for a while".

"In the meantime..." Sir Mike sat next to me and called Jeff over to him.
Jeff crawled to where we were sitting and proceeded to unzip Sir Mike's
leather pants. Jeff fished out the cock curled tightly underneath the
leather and I sat there in awe as a cock as big as Sir's appeared just a
few inches away from me.  It was mesmerizing.  I wanted to be the one on my
knees looking up at that huge uncut talisman.

All of us were watching as Jeff engulfed the quickly growing cock within
his mouth.  Chief wanted the same service so he called Alex over to him.
It was one amazing thing after the other. The Chief's built was not as
tight as the other two sirs.  He had a bit of a paunch but the other thing
he had was quite impressive - a cock that was the biggest by far of the six
of us.  It was probably 10 inches long and thick too.  My little weenie
sprang back to life.

Sir sat on the other side of me and he grabbed my erection and kissed me
deeply.

We kissed and grabbed and groped for a while till Sir whispered into my
ear.

"Are you ready to continue?"

"Yes Sir," I whispered back.

Sir pulled out a padded bench away from the wall and had me lie face down
on it.  My head and ass hanging off the length of it.  He strapped my arms
and legs to each of the bench's splayed legs.  I tried to keep myself calm
even as Sir grabbed a flogger from the wall.

"Count them out, boy"

"Sir, yes, Sir" I shouted, putting on the military snappiness I knew Sir
expected of me.

And he proceeded.  Each successive lash against my butt felt like it was
delivered with greater force.  By the time it was over, at 30 lashes, I was
all out crying.  The others gently massaged my butt, their hands cold
against my warm reddened skin (this took a while to heel and was something
I was cautious to hide from my wife for days thereafter as it healed).  It
was a strange feeling.  It hurt and hurt like hell.  I wanted it to stop
while it was happening but when the ordeal was over, despite my tears, I
felt proud and, strangely enough (maybe from all the chemicals swirling in
my body) even ecstatic that I survived the punishment (or was it a
blessing?) that Sir doled out to me.

I was released from the bench by Sir Mike, saying that it's his turn.  He
forgo the leash hanging by my neck and instead grabbed me by my hair and
dragged me to the couch – I did all I could do to try and keep up with
him.  He had me put my legs up against the backrest of the couch so my
calves and feet actually rested on the high bench of the wet bar behind the
couch. He positioned my head in between his legs and held onto the high
bench as he started to lower his hips.

"Open up faggot" he barked at me.

I did and I finally got to taste his wonderful cock. I love how my lips
felt wrapped around the shifting foreskin.  Now that I had it in my mouth,
I realized that Sir's cock was bigger.  But it did not matter, either one
was still more than enough for me to choke on and gag on. Sir Mike had me
lick it and suck on it some but it wasn't long when he decided that he
wanted to fuck my mouth instead.  My gagging was getting more and more
frequent. Sir Mike pulled out and slapped me on the face.

"Quit fucking around" he said.

I tried to relax to recoup quickly, relaxing and steadying my breathing.
Sir Mike resumed his face-fucking.  My hardly-improved gagging didn't faze
Sir Mike anymore, if anything, it made him go harder and faster.

Just before hitting his climax, he pulled out and grabbed both my wrist in
one hand and pulled me out of the couch and back into the bench.  This time
though he had me lie down on it on my back with my head dangling over its
edge.  He continued to fuck my face there.  It didn't take long when I felt
someone hold my ankles up in the air. I placed my hand against Sir Mike's
thigh to steady myself.  I couldn't really look up but when he spoke I knew
who had me by my ankles.

"Ye-aahh," Sir said as he buried his cock inside of me. "It's not as as
tight as the first time I fucked you but it's still a nice pussy"

Sir Mike paused for just a moment as him and Sir hi-fived each other.

"If your wife could see you now" Sir said.

I felt another pair of hands caressed my chest and my weenie.  It's one of
the boys but I wasn't sure who.  Sir Mike kinda slowed down a bit to match
the rhythmic pace of thrusting of Sir's.  There was discomfort in my mouth
and pure pleasure in my ass but between the two of them plus the touch of
someone's hands all over my body – it was just too much to bear.  I
grunted loud as I couldn't speak to warn them all that I was on the verge
of cumming.  Both sirs quickened their paces and that was when I exploded.
The caressing hand went to my weenie directing my spooge to shoot straight
into my belly, my chest, and my neck even as I was being squeezed and
rocked by the two men on either ends of me.  I didn't have the luxury of
enjoyibg the aftermath as I focused my attention to breathing air in
between Sir Mike's thrusts.

"I'm gonna cum!" Sir Mike shouted.

"Oh, shit!" Sir said.

And both of them came inside of me.  Sir Mike pulled out and let some of
his spunk land on my face and tongue.  Sir kept his cock inside of me as he
pumped more of his juices into me.

As I lie there catching my breath, I saw that it was Alex whose hands was
exploring my body.  He had started to lick my deflated weenie and was
making his way up towards my torso to clean up all the cum on me when Chief
came over.

"Don't eat it all up, I'll need it" Chief said as he reached over and
scooped as much of the cum from my torso as he could.  He then spread the
goop over his own cock.  When Alex realized what he was doing, he helped by
scooping the cum that was on my face and neck and adding it to the coating
of Chief's lengthy meat.

"Ready for me boy?"  Chief asked.

"Uhh" was all I could reply with but I don't think he really cared whether
I was ready or not.  The chief used his wet hand to spread some of the cum
onto my asshole.  He then inserted a finger in, then two, and started
finger-fucking me a little.

"Joe has loosened you alright but it will still be a tight fit."

I hear Sir laugh at that.

I didn't realize it then, as I lay there, that I had just learned of Sir's
first name.  I was too pre-occupied with the thought that I was going to be
split apart into two.  At any rate, I didn't have much of a say or much
time to speak my thoughts on the matter `coz soon enough, there it
was... the monstrous head trying to push its way in.

"Oh god!" I exclaimed.

My hands white-knuckling the edges of the bench I laid on.  Someone put a
bottle of poppers against my nose.  I took two big whiffs.  I screamed
again as the big head pushed through my anal ring.

"Take it out!" I screamed.

The Chief hushed me.

"Just relax, boy, you'll get used to it."

He paused.  He let me get adjusted to what's already inside of me but every
time he would nudge it in, even a little bit, it would hurt so badly.  I
kept begging him to take it out.

"I ain't letting you go till you take all of it in so I suggest you stop
being such a pussy and take it like a man."  This line always makes me
laugh now whenever I remember it but back then all thought I had was summed
up in one word: pain!

Little by little, inch by painful inch, Chief pushed further in.  In
fairness, despite his sternness, he did take an exceptionally long time
getting me used to his size.  Meanwhile, the other sirs had tied up Jeff
and Alex back to back.  Blindfolded, and gagged them.  The sirs were having
fun taking turns shocking them with the electric wand and using a leather
flogger on them.

At some point, Chief exclaimed.

"There you go, I'm all in!"

True enough I can feel the base of his cock against me now.  The Chief
slowly worked his cock in and out of me, short strokes slowly changing to
longer strokes till only the tip of his monster cock was still inside of
me.  He would push all the way in again - every time he did that it would
take my breath away. And slowly, ever slowly, I got used to it.  Slowly,
ever slowly, it became pleasurable.  I started moaning like the bitch that
I was.  That old man knew how to fuck.  He surprised me with his stamina.
He had me changing positions many times and each position he would fuck me
fiercely for several minutes. It was when he had me on all fours on the
couch that his anaconda was positioned just right, it was striking my G
spot over and over.  Without me realizing it, I suddenly came a second time
that night.  Meanwhile, it took about two more position changes for Chief
to finally get his baby makers in me.  We were on a mat on the floor, on
our sides, with him spooning me from behind.  Truth be told, I was ready to
pass out by the time he came deep inside of me.

That wasn't the last time I got fucked that night.  The sirs inflicted more
pain, not just on me, but on us three boys that night.  There were also
many pleasures and gratifying releases that I'm thankful to have
experienced that night

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It was almost noon time when I woke up the next day.  With a hungover, it
took me a while to remember that it was a Saturday and that I was still at
Sir's house, in his bedroom, on his bed.  Sir wasn't on the bed with me.  I
stood up, searched for my clothes before remembering that all my clothes
were in the car.  I went downstairs and saw Sir in the Kitchen.

He smiled at me, those eyes melting the coldness of the air around me.

"Coffee?" he asked.

"Yes, please, and aspirin if you have any."

"Must have been some night you had?"

I smiled.

"Yes, it was some night, alright."

He left the kitchen for a minute and came back and tossed me a bottle of
Tylenol.  He then poured coffee into a cup and handed it out to me.

"Thank you," I said.

I took a sip of the coffee.  It was too hot to drink the pills with so I
just swallowed the pills dry.

"So, you're a free man." Joe says.

"I am?"

"Yup.  You've completed the contract."

It felt like years ago when it had just been a few months since I first
responded to Sir's personal ad.

"What if I want to extend the contract?" I asked.

He smiled.  He looked at me, those damn beautiful eyes – I could spend
hours just staring into them.  He lifted the coffee pot like he was going
to pour more coffee but then put it back down into the coffee maker.

"Listen," Joe said, his tone inching closer to his Sir-voice. "Don't get me
wrong.  You're a great guy..."

Oh god, I thought, I felt like a teenager being dumped for the first time.

"...I had a great time with you, more than two months, right?  And last
night was fantastic too. But -"

This is the first time I've ever heard him sound anything close to
apologetic.

"...but my whole thing is about the conquest and you my friend had been my
greatest conquest so far"

I nodded my head, coffee cup still at hand. Thinking that I understood what
Joe was saying but not really feeling sure.

"But I'm not the last conquest." I said.

"Yes." He answered my non-question.  "That doesn't mean I wouldn't want to
have fun with you once in a while just like the other guys"

I nodded again and took another sip of coffee.

"So does that mean I can call you?" I asked.

He shrugged.

"Sure, but I am not making any promises that I'll pick up."

Only when he had me wear those blindfold again upon riding the passenger
side of my car that I truly accepted that he did not wish to see me again.
He didn't really want me to learn of his name, much less of where he lived.
This meant he had no desire for me anymore.  That was it - I was his flavor
of the month for two months but that was it.  He'll be off hunting for new
flavors. I was not like Jeff; I was not a 'trusted boy'.  I wouldn't say
that I didn't feel hurt about how we parted. But, I guess, I was as he said
I was: conquered.  A conquered man would not feel victorious or elated
would he?  The subject has to feel vanquished for the conqueror to know
he'd won. When he dropped me and my car off at the Starbucks later that
day, I gave him back the blindfolds.  He said thanks, he shook my hands,
and stood there waiting for me to drive away.

Over time I had learned to be thankful of him.  He had more sense than I
did actually – I was married after all.  And even then, he had pushed me
into these new experiences, into understanding myself better and into
opening my eyes to see future possibilities.  Not long after that last day
with Joe, to prevent myself from calling or texting him, I deleted his
contact information from my phone.  I never saw him again.

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So that was it - finally, the last chapter. I took a lot of liberties in
retelling this essentially true story of what happened to me awhile ago.
Names have been changed.  You may call it fiction if it makes you feel
better.

As always do let me know if you enjoyed this story or not.  Email me at
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