Date: Sat, 11 Dec 2021 18:30:56 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Takehiro the Shared Sub - Installment 3

So, tok moved in with SIr Hans as his sub.  tok had learned that every
DOM top was different, and Sir Hans was no exception.   Hans was very
organized, almost brutally so.  That organization carried over to his
plans and rules for his sub.  tok got a schedule every day: where Sir
Hans expected him, what he expected him to do, and he also had a list of
what the penalties were for not doing what he was ordered to do.
Sir Hans had a very voracious sexual appetite.  tok was used to sucking
DOMS in the morning, after they woke up.  Hans took his ass.  Every
morning. No foreplay, just Hans saying  "on your back"  or "on your
stomach,"  before he shoved his piece into tok. Usually, there was either
a blow job or another butt fucking session later in the day, mostly right
before dinner.
Hans thought that full nudity was "a bit classless" as he put it;
however, he detested tok wearing shirts around the house, so unless there
were company and tok was serving, his chest was always on view.
Depending on Hans' mood, tok either got to wear tight jeans, or a very
tight, very short, pair of black leather shorts.  Both articles showed
the cage that Hans kept on tok:  after a week, he had gotten the key for
tok's last cage, and got rid of it. tok remembered how he had smiled with
relief when he was released: it had been a week.  He also remembered how
he then screamed from the back of ice Hans had put around his cock to
shrink it.  That's when he locked his own cage on tok.  He added
something that never went off tok's cock:  the ball stretcher:  the one
that was automated so that, when Hans felt like it, he could send a shock
to tok's junk.
Then there was the bondage:  Hans would be home when tok got home and
every day,  he'd be waiting:  this was the only chance tok had to wear a
shirt around the house.  He'd get home from work, Hans would point to the
play chair, and then he'd tie tok to it. If tok didn't suck in his gut
and point out his nipples, the paddle came out, and Hans got to work on
tok's gut.  tok's legs had to be spread, and then Hans would tease his
locked up dick before getting up, stepping behind tok and diving into his
shirt, taking his nipples, and chewing on tok's ears, one at a time,
whispering  "what are you tok?"   There was an expected answer
"I'M A MANCUNT SIR"
"Anything else?"
"YES SIR.  I'M YOUR SLAVE SIR.  YOU OWN ME."

Hans was also much more social than any of his prior Masters.  he and
Hans went to clubs a lot: Hans kept tok's wrists tied behind him at the
clubs, he frequently gagged him because, in Sir Hans' words  "no one is
interested in a slave's mouth except as a place for his cock,"  and he
always put the band around tok's right arm:  the one that had written
onto the metal  "Hans' bitch", and the leather collar.  For some reason,
the leather collar always got tok even more aroused than he was. And he
was aroused a lot.  Hans felt that two weeks was a good place to start
for the cock cage, and he was planning on extending it.  Eventually,  he
had it up to six weeks, and there's a story there we'll get to.

"How do you keep him in line?"  was a question Hans got a lot when they
went out.  It was a fair question:  tok was four inches taller than Hans
was, and much more muscular:  Hans had him scheduled for two workouts
every day, with a trainer who was much more rigorous than the one tok had
used before. tok could have crushed Hans without any trouble, but... this
wasn't physical domination: Hans had gotten into tok's head, and while
tok showed streaks of resistance every now and then, Sir Hans always got
his way.  tok knew his place:  he was a sub, he was a slave. And of
course, tok would smile to himself when he was alone: Hans had an amazing
cock.  He was sore every time Hans fucked him and he always wanted more.

Hans also had quite the imagination.  It came out during the poker games
which DID continue, but without Darren. When someone else hosted, Hans
would bring tok with him, and put him into what they call the "slave
mosh":  all the slaves would be in the same large room.  They could read,
watch tv, play video games, etc, until one of the Masters took a break.
Then, he'd go into the room and let whichever of the slaves he wanted
that they were going private.  tok learned that there were SOME members
of the poker gang that were REALLY interested in him.  One guy named
Stefan told him that he was going to offer to buy tok from Hans. tok
didn't know whether he did and Hans declined, or if it never happened.
There were other guys who were just more interested in smaller, less
muscular guys.  At first, when his Master Hans came into the room, tok
was supercharged, ready to serve however Sir Hans wanted.  Sir Hans'
philosophy about these games, though, was that it was like going out to
eat:  why order what you could get at home?  He'd always pick someone
different.  Everyone knew when Hans' break involved tickling because, as
tok could have told them, Sir Hans was a ruthless and superb tickler.  He
also knew more ways to tie a knot than anyone else tok knew.  tok had
studied so much math that he could figure out what the knot was, and how
to loosen it while the DOM was tying him up.  That was NOT the case with
Master Hans.  tok had tried:  very conscientiously - to figure out how to
get out of Hans' ropes, and he never did.  Struggling against them just
made him hornier. It also gave tok an even stronger sense that SIr Hans
owned him.

Hans' sense of imagination came out very strongly when it was HIS turn to
host the poker games.  He'd pick a theme, and get tok a costume.  Once it
was a police uniform, another it was a well known superhero, and so
forth.  See, Hans had a different approach to the poker games.  He always
called for "strip poker," except it was tok who stripped. At each hand,
the winner would choose an article of clothing for tok to remove.  When
his clothes were completely removed, Hans would tie the naked tok to a
chair:  he didn't trust anyone else to do a good enough job.  After that,
each hand winner would be able to go to the "toy chest" of all of Hans'
sex toys and use ONE of them on tok.  There were clamps, vibrators,
feathers, collars, etc.  You name it, Hans had it , in at least three
different sizes.   Tonight's game featured a captured business executive,
forced to serve the people who used to work for him.  That meant tok
hurried from work, where everything was business casual, to get into the
tight white button down shirt, the silk tie, the custom made navy blue
suit, the black silk socks and the lace up shoes that he'd be wearing ...
until he wasn't.

"Champagne Sir?"  tok kept his head bowed as he served drinks to the DOMS
as they came in.  Occasionally, he'd catch a quick glimpse of one of
them checking him out.  Hans' sharp eyes were watching:
"SLAVE TOK. HEAD DOWN.  SLAVES DON'T LOOK AT MASTERS." he yelled across
the room, and tok blushed at being caught out.
"Yes sir.  Sorry Sir".  Other slaves were there as well, but Hans had the
game centering... on tok.
It may have been the most successful game so far.  First tok's jacket
went.  Then his tie.  The DOM who won the next hand smiled.  "No, don't
take off your shirt yet.  Just roll up those sleeves.  Let me see those
muscles.  And open a couple buttons.  Let me imagine what's down that
shirt." Hans smiled .  "EXCELLENT IDEA."  It was fine until the next
hand, when tok's shirt went.
"Hmmm.  Your boy is looking like he needs a shave, Hans"  one of the
other Doms said and Hans agreed.
"Yes, this weekend. Next weekend for his bush, when the cage goes off,
but for now...."
One of the Doms got up.  He stepped behind tok and took the liberty of
dropping his fingers to tok's nipples.
"These HAVE to be the most luscious nips in all of the city.  "  tok
couldn't help it.  He knew that this man was NOT his Master, but... his
tits were a sensitive spot, and he began to moan.  Hans smiled.  "Shall
we get back to the game?"
In short order, tok was naked.  The next step, before Hans tied him to
the chair, was the butt plug. "Four inches should be fine."  Hans handed
it to the man who had won the hand.  "Please enjoy yourself."  He did. He
twisted as he put the plug up tok's ass.  Hans used the plug from time to
time and tok knew what to expect.  It didn't mean he liked it.  He wore
it as he sat in the chair and he felt the loops of Hans' ropes going
around his wrists.  He tried to follow the pattern in his mind, and
failed.  Then his ankles, spreading his legs wide.
"Shall we continue gents?  Let's see how far we get in the next hour."
"Open your mouth."
"Yes sir,"  as the first hand finished.  Gavin, one of the newer members
of the group, was using a penis gag on tok.  He won the next hand too,
and chose a pair of very nasty tit clamps.  An "inverted" collar followed
with another DOM.  This was something Hans had delighted in finding:
you've all seen spiked collars.  This was a collar where the spikes were
much smaller, and not as dangerous, but they still stimulated:  and they
were on the inside of the collar.
The game went on.  The final item that was used was the hitachi.  Sir
Benjamin, who REALLY wanted tok for his own slave, used the velcro straps
and attached it to the space right underneath tok's balls.
"Now, you want to see something really, REALLY fun, gents?" tok knew what
was coming and he shook his head 'no', even thought it would do no good.
"The ball spreader is charged.  Let's see how long it takes before this
big stud moans really, REALLY loud." Hans started sending charges through
the cuff.  There were 15 levels on it.  When he used it on tok, without
the hitachi, tok usually got to 10 or 11 before he begged for mercy.
With the hitachi... he was moaning at 7.  Hans got up, smiling.  He took
a handful of tok's hair, and pulled his head up.
"You want me to stop?"  tok shook his head yes.
"You going to be a better sub?  More obedient?"  A more vigorous pump of
the head.
"I'm going to FUCK you tonight.  You understand that?"  Another yes."
Hans smiled as he turned back to the players.  "I think we may be done
for the evening.  Would anyone like pictures?"
Anton, who worked where tok did, was one of the guys who took some.
"Always good to be able to have a means to get a 'quick meeting' with the
biggest stud at the firm."

When the card game was over, Hans stood in front of toq.  toq could see
that Sir Hans' bulge was HUGE.  He had clearly enjoyed what his friends
had done to toq.  So had toq: he was particularly grateful that Sir Hans
did NOT allow any other subs to "get a chance to be a DOM"  the way
Darren had.  toq understood his role: if there were a DOM around and Sir
Hans wasn't, he obeyed the DOM (unless he ordered something Sir Hans had
prohibited).  If Sir Hans were around, he looked to HIM for instruction.
But he was NOT a sub to other subs.  Yes, there were Masters who had more
than one sub and referred to them as alphas, betas, etc.  Sir Hans and
toq had not had that discussion and they probably wouldn't.  As far as
toq knew, while Sir Hans had absolute privilege to bring home any other
sub he wanted, he had never done so.  The only sub he dominated was toq,
and he was going to dominate him now.

"Can't suck me because you're gagged.  Can't let me fuck you because
you're plugged, huh slave boi?"  Sir Hans put one of his long fingers
under toq's chin and raised his head.  It was one of the subtle ways he
let toq know who was in charge. toq tried to answer, and it came out as a
squeek.  Sir Hans played with the clamps that were on his nipples.  Sir
had a way of manipulating them that drove toq wild, and he was doing it
now. Even if he hadn't been caged for as long as he were, toq would have
been dying for dick at this point.
"Know what I'm gonna do, studbitch?  I'm gonna take off that gag.  Then,
you're gonna get me good and wet because tonight, you better hope the
plug got you juicy cause you're not getting any lube." toq nodded his
head up and down.
"Tomorrow, we'll consider taking the cage off during your shave.  We have
something else to 'discuss' too."  toq smiled weakly behind the gag:
whenever Sir Hans said they would "discuss" something, it meant he had
decided to do it and toq was just being told.
toq winced as the tape got ripped away, but he took a deep breath and
said  "thank you Sir.  Please. May I have your cock."  Sir Hans smiled
and opened his zipper.  For all of the play that night, no one had fucked
toq's face or ass:  that was forbidden by Sir Hans.  As stimulated as he
was, toq fell on Sir Hans' cock.  He had sucked it enough to know what
his Master liked, and his tongue moved around Sir Hans' cockhead, until
he heard a moan come out of Sir.  That meant it was time to start sliding
up and down his shaft: getting him even harder for what would follow.
During the blow job, the hitachi ran out of power and Sir Hans knocked it
away.  He pulled off the nipple clamps and toq howled as the blood rushed
back to his tits.  He howled even more when Sir Hans started twisting
them.
"Such perfect nipples.  I oughtta find a way to make you wear clamps all
day."
"Yes sir," toq answered.  He felt the ropes getting loosened around his
wrists.  He had made absolutely no progress on the intricate bonds that
Sir Hans had provided.
"Untie your ankles.  Then get into the bedroom.
"Yes sir.  Right away Sir."
toq wasn't permitted to pull a plug out of his own ass:  that was a
pleasure Sir Hans took to himself, so when he had finished untying his
legs, toq went into the bedroom, placed his hands behind his back and
pushed out his tits, and spread his legs.
"What does my Master desire?"
"I want you on your belly. Spread your legs.  I want that humpy ass of
yours. "
"Yes sir."  toq preferred to be taken face up, but his desires did not
matter.  In any event, he was getting dick: he'd be happy with that.
He winced and moaned as Sir Hans twisted the plug a little before he
pulled it out with a satisfying "pop."
"You're getting much better at these, boy.  We may go to six inches next
time."  toq gulped.  In fact, the four incher was shorter than any cock
he had taken, but it just didn't move.  It was difficult.  And now, six?
Actually, right now, closer to nine as he felt Sir Hans still wet cock
begin to penetrate him.
"I should reach underneath and make those nips even more sore than they
are, sweetstuff."  toq felt Sir Hans' short beard brush against his ear.
He shuddered. He LOVED that feeling, especially when a rod like Sir Hans'
was in his ass.  He began to moan in pleasure.  Sir Hans grabbed his hair
and pulled his head back.
"I expect you to enjoy it, but not more than me, fucktoi."
"YES SIR.  SORRY SIR. AGGGGGGGGGGGG"  toq felt Sir Hans' cock growing
even bigger inside of him.  It happened a lot:  Sir told his friends that
toq was such a good bottom, his dick always swelled when he was inside
him.
Now, toq moved just a bit because he knew that the change in position
would make Sir Hans happy.  It did.
"FUCK YES" he yelled and pounded toq harder.  Now, the style of the
fucking changed.  It got faster.  And faster.
"He's close to cumming.  " toq thought.  "Countdown."  Again, he knew
what his Master liked, and when the thrusts became "just the right
speed," he started counting  to himself  "five four..."  At zero, he'd
tighten his glutes and that would cause Sir Hans to shove one last time
and breed him.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK."  As he climaxed, Sir Hans grabbed
toq's hair again.  He pulled toq's head back and got in even further.
"OH SHIT I GOTTA WATCH GUYS PLAY WITH YOU MORE "  toq grinned.  It meant
that Master was pleased with him.  He had been thinking earlier that
day:  this was the longest he had ever been with any single Master since
he had become a sub.  toq had been surprised when Sir Hans proposed the
bet that took him from Sir Darren:  he knew Sir Hans had eyeballed him,
and he had played with Toq occasionally, but he didn't have any idea this
man wanted him enough to take him on as a sub. For their first year
together, toq lived with a sense of dread:  was he going back to Darren?
Was he going to someone else?  When that didn't happen, the nervous
feeling began to ebb.  Now it was five years.  Sir Hans had never let
anyone take his ass or mouth but him. He let toq have his own bank
account, and allowed him to work out of home.  toq didn't discuss these
things with other subs, because he knew that most of them didn't have
that much "freedom."
toq's thoughts got thrown into disarray when Sir Hans whispered  "roll
over bottom, we got something to discuss."
"Yes sir,"  toq answered, wondering what he had done wrong.  Sir Hans lay
next to him the way he often did.  He leaned most of his body on toq's
left arm, and used one of his hands to pin down toq's right wrist.  His
second hand went to the VERY sore nipple, and teased it.
"You have any doubt who owns you toq?"
"No Sir.  That's you.  "
"Damn right it's me."  toq was getting more aroused as Sir Hans played
with his nip.  He wanted to shoot:  desperately.
"Everyone sees that when you put on your band:  "Hans' bitch."
"Sir, it should say "SIR Hans' bitch."  His Master laughed.  "Always got
to get in the smart remark." He dug a finger into toq's pit until he
laughed.  "You LIKE being in trouble."
toq just smiled.
"So, people see it when we're out and you have the band on.  I have been
thinking.... we'll get matching tattoos.  You, one around your right arm,
saying.. Hans bitch.  EXCUSE ME.  SIR Hans' bitch.  And I'll get one on
my left arm, saying  'Toq's DOM.'  Sounds better than 'Toq's Top'."
"DOM is better Sir.  Can I express an opinion?"
"Hmmmm.  Sure.  Express it."
"I prefer DOM."
Hans laughed.  "You prefer COCK"
"yes sir."
"You're gonna get lots of it tomorrow.  I think you got enough tonight.
Roll over."
"Yes sir.  " Toq and Sir Hans slept in "spoon" position as they did now.