Date: Fri, 2 Feb 2024 13:00:56 -0800
From: gayD <gaydic@gmail.com>
Subject: The Masters Club chapter 8 - conclusion

Finally, the conclusion of this story. I hope you enjoyed reading it as
much as I enjoyed writing it!

The Masters Club

Chapter 8 of 8 -- The Conclusion

As the boy began to come to, he found himself on the table, on his
back. The Masters Club members loved a slave boy in this position. Someone
said, "SURRENDER, and the boy, even in his incoherent state, somehow
stretched to grab his ass cheeks to spread them to expose his hole and then
raised his legs up high and spread them wide apart as previously
instructed. But that was his last command for the day. He could rest,
deeply rest. He had nothing to do. No task, no responsibility. He was not
even a person, just an object, a toy. A cute, adorable, sexy "item" of
pleasure for these Masters.

Unbeknownst to Rhett, Mahmoud went to the boy's head and, putting his hands
at the boy's underarms, slid his body so his head was slightly off the
table edge, with his mouth relaxed open and receptive. Mahmoud was readying
his dick for insertion straight down his throat.

Jessie first lightly toyed with the boy's nipples, then tweaked them,
pinched them hard using his fingernails, preparing to lean over and nibble
on them.

George and Henry were erotic foot worshipers. And Rhett had the sexiest,
boyish feet and toes imaginable. So cute! Each took hold of a separate
foot, which Rhett held up in his SURRENDER position, and did two
things. First, they pulled those feet further out to the sides, spreading
his legs apart more uncomfortably at the hip. Discomfort for the boy
stresses that he is not in charge. At the same time, they were pulling his
feet wider. They also pulled them further toward his head to lift his ass a
bit off the table surface. Rhett was doubled over, like in a sideways "U"
shape.

The second thing was these two Masters wanted to lick Rhett's sexy toes,
but for now, they merely tickled and teased his feet as they salivated in
anticipation. The tickling was not obvious at first. For a while, it was
more like pleasant rubbing and massaging. But in a short time, they would
engage their fingernails.

Jasper, the member-cameraman, was the club's expert at oral
edging. Standing at Rhett's side, he awkwardly bent over to carefully
insert his head between Rhett's lifted thighs and his belly. It was a tight
squeeze, but Jasdper was not complaining. There, he placed his open mouth
near the tip of the boy's bobbing dick... and waited.

Jenson was at Rhett's ass that most welcoming ass sticking up. He lightly,
barely touched the boy's ass lips with his finger. That receptive hole
twitched as it, too, patiently waited.

Rhett tried to adjust his folded position. It wasn't painful, just a little
uncomfortable. But his limbs were held still, and his torso and ass could
not be shifted. His discomfort was essential. In his clouded mind, he
thought, "Good. They are pleasing themselves regardless of how I feel. They
are using me as is best for them. I am so relieved and happy. I have no
wants. I surrender."

This was similar to other sessions where Rhett was in this SURRENDER
position with a slight variation. The variations were minor adjustments to
push the boy a bit further into unlimited and uninhibited space, to create
a more thorough submission by removing the last bit of dignity,
self-control, self-concern, and personhood.

Jenson, who was in charge this time, looked eye-to-eye at the other
Masters, one at a time. He then nodded to signal that they all begin their
erotic process.

The following happened simultaneously. George and Henry began to lick and
suck Rhett's feet and delicious toes with tiny bits of tickling
periodically to create a mix of erotic pleasure and unbearable tickling. So
the fingernail tickling was only in brief spurts... at first. Jessie began
to lick, suck, and Rhett's nipples, alternating sides. Moments later, the
gentle sucking would become gentle nibbling, which would turn into actual
biting. Mahmoud slowly inserted his huge dick, sliding it in fully down
Rhett's previously straight-aligned throat. Jasper began licking and then
lightly sucking their slave's bouncing cock as Jenson penetrated the boy's
ass slowly, of course, and got into a mechanical, in-and-out rhythm.

Jenson removed Rhett's hand from holding his ass cheeks apart. That task
was no longer needed. Since the boy's hand and arms were free, they drifted
straight from his shoulders. The Masters want to see what he'd do if his
hands were free and unoccupied. They naturally flailed in a way that did
not touch or interfere with any of the Masters. This was a simple but
important development in Rhett's brain. The natural tendency would be to
grab a Master's hand or head, either to try to lessen any pain or
discomfort he was causing or to hurry him up to increase any particular
pleasure to bring on his climax. In other words, to take back some measure
of control.

But Rhett's arms remained straight out and flailing uncontrollably. More to
the point, the boy unconsciously kept his hand from even touching his
Masters. Perfect! Beautiful!



Then it started. In the lowest sound possible, they whispered their chant,
"Such a `Good Boy,' - Such a 'Good Boy,' - Such a `Good Boy,' - Such a
'Good Boy,' ..."

Rhett likely didn't even hear it, but his body began to shake erotically
anyway. Then slightly louder, "Such a `Good Boy,' - Such a 'Good Boy,' -
Such a `Good Boy,' - Such a 'Good Boy,' ..."

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" Rhett roared as his body convulsed violently.

Rhett's arms and hands were free. He wanted -- needed -- to grab his dick,
to grab Jasper's head sucking his dick, to reach behind him to grab
Mahmoud's ass and cause him to fuck his throat harder and faster, but... he
had already been trained to submit.

Now much louder, "SUCH A GOOD BOY, SUCH A GOOD BOY, SUCH A GOOD BOY, SUCH A
GOOD BOY, SUCH A GOOD BOY, ..." Oddly, there was a loud primitive drum
beat. Was there something prerecorded? It had been there but unnoticed
earlier. A loud, deep, pounding rhythmic drumming enhancing the chant. For
a moment, he envisioned himself surrounded by waring jungle natives being
lifted in the nighttime air, carried around a huge bonfire.

Rhett was in a frenzy. His hips uncontrollably bucking, his free arms
jerking and twisting. "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Now was when Jasper needed to let go of the boy's wildly flinching,
dribbling dick. From this point on, he placed his big black hand loosely,
very loosely, around the super-sensitive, hair-trigger dick but not giving
it any friction that would allow it to shoot.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" He wanted to tell them to "Fuck me harder, Please."
But his mouth and throat was full of a hard, slow-fucking dick.

Then came the master stroke. With another eye-to-eye signal from Jenson,
all the Masters acted simultaneously. George and Henry used their teeth to
bite the skin of the soles of Rhett's feet. Jessie chose one nipple and bit
down on it hard, and did not let go. Jasper, who had been playing
erotically with the boy's dick, began to pinch his balls with his
fingernails. Jenson went into a rapid hard fuck without stopping, and
Mahmoud shoved his dick in fully to block Rhett's throat and then pinched
his nostrils closed and stopped his ability to breathe.

Now the Masters were yelling, "SUCH A GOOD BOY, SUCH A GOOD BOY, SUCH A
GOOD BOY, SUCH A GOOD BOY, SUCH A GOOD BOY, ..."

"HHHHHHAAAAAAA!" Every muscle in Rhett's body twisted and jerked. His hands
still obeyed and did not grab or touch anyone. His hips were bouncing off
the table, but Jenson's dick was never dislodged.

Jenson blasted his load into the boy's asshole at the same time Mahmoud
shot directly down his throat. "HHHHHHHAAAAAAAA!" The boy's bobbing dick
ejected volley after volley, which came raining down on him. Mahmoud
released the boy's nose and his dick from his mouth. As Rhett's mouth
stayed open, sucking in air, all the Masters scooped up the puddled cum and
fed it to him.

These momentous SURRENDER sessions were conducted only at board
meetings. The first week, Rhett was home-based at Jenson's. The second
week, he was at Henry's. During the third week, he was at Mahmoud's. He
spent the fourth week mostly at Jessie's. There was a sign-up sheet where
members, including regular members, could reserve a period of time to take
possession of Rhett, and it was not always a week. A week was the longest
duration, but many members had busy schedules and could keep him for only a
few days at a time. While all 12 usually enjoy their joint erotic
adventures, only about half had a home life situation where they could host
the boy at all. So, he was assigned a host among 6 or 7 members who were
his at-home Masters.

The only thing that continually stuck in the boy's mind was how much he
missed Jenson whenever he was not with him. It might well be that since
Jenson interacted first with Rhett, the boy grew more attached. So when not
with Jenson, he felt unsatisfied. And there is that ancient wise saying,
"No man can serve two Masters." Well, how about 6 or 7?

It was during these long unsatisfied periods when he was not with Jenson
that he would reflect on his initial mission to fuck these fuckers over by
taking all their money, then make a run for it and hide overseas in London
as a wealthy young man. He was torn. Most of these men made him feel safe,
important, valued, wanted, sexy, and... in a strange way, loved. The
Masters, on the other hand, felt sure they had re-groomed the lad to be
their permanent slave boy. They assumed they had "turned" him to willingly
want to remain a sub-slave for these men, at least for as long as they
wanted him.

The Masters underestimated Rhett's acting ability, in part, because it was
not all acting. There were wonderful aspects of being owned, appreciated,
praised, and valued by all these handsome, macho men. Yet, some of the 12
members were not very interested in him or simply didn't know how to
fulfill his needs. Yes, the boy had huge needs.

During this fourth week, when he was in Jessie's home, he got to know this
Master better. Jessie was the one who controlled and deposited all the
income they received from Rhett and all the other slave trainees. Being
lazy or just too trusting of Rhett, Jesse didn't always shut off his
computer after going over the Masters Club accounts in the offshore
institutions. Like most of us, when he used his computer and then left the
room to have lunch or do something else, he would leave it on and open to
the site he was just on. This happened on the very first day Rhett was
there. Knowing that he would be at Jessie's the entire week, Rhett realized
he could set up his own banking accounts on that computer. Then get his
money back. After all, the account numbers were on the screen, and the
passwords were clearly printed on a face-up paper in the top desk
drawer. By the end of the week, Rhett could transfer HIS money back to
himself AND stole the nearly $400,000 in the Masters' accounts. This was
his Plan A all along. And... he did just that.

While in London, he spent nearly all of HIS money on travel, hotels,
dining, and searching for something important. For some odd reason, he had
not spent any of The Masters Club's money. He didn't know why. He continued
to finger his permanently locked-on black leather slave collar as if it
were a nervous habit. Rhett never tried to remove it. Did he have a
deep-seated desire to keep it on? But why? He visited gay bars looking for
older gay businessmen. He had a few encounters, but nothing rewarding. He
did not feel special, or valued... or loved. The main thing on his mind was
Jenson. He knew Jenson hated him as soon as he realized Rhett had taken
everything, so there was no going back to The Masters Club or even to the
U.S. He'd surely end up in prison.

Rhett went to the most popular S and M bars in London. There, he wore a
leather vest with no shirt to proudly display his collar and see who would
be attached to it. What he noticed was there were a lot of sexy young men
milling around, kneeling before various Masters in full leather. He walked
around holding a drink, trying to look appealing. But no one did more than
look briefly at him. He was one of many pretty boys flaunting their bodies
who came across as no one special. Several men did ogle at him and
salivate, even approaching him, but he was the one who walked away. His
mind and heart were just not receptive. He left within the hour and never
returned. Later, he discovered a London telephone number someone had
stuffed into his pocket, but he never called it. There was nothing there
for him. Not there or anywhere in London. Should he try another city? Why?
To get more disappointment? He even thought of calling Jenson. But why? To
get screamed at? And threatened?

The boy was lost. He had tons of money. He had successfully worked his
plan. He connived all those men - all those sexy, handsome men - out of
everything, and it went perfectly. He did it all. But yet, he felt he
gained nothing, had nothing. He could not sleep. Usually, he'd beat off and
then fall asleep, but he hadn't had an erection since being in London.

Rhett decided to go "home" back to Ohio, where he lived and where Jenson
and other members of The Masters Club were. He'd see Jenson and suffer the
consequences. He had no choice.

When Rhett returned to the States, he returned to his apartment. He found
Jenson's address, which he got from the unsecured notes in Jessie's
desk. It was not the mansion address where Jenson pretended to live, but
his real address, a tiny one-bedroom apartment. At some point, Rhett
figured out that Jenson was not a doctor. He worked in a small
office. Rhett had had enough of all the bullshit and scamming.

On a Saturday morning, Rhett appeared in front of Jenson's door. It was to
a building behind a larger house, a separate rental unit where he lived for
the last six years. Through the window, Rhett noticed someone was home, so
he stripped naked. This little "house' shared a large backyard with the
elderly couple, Mr. and Mrs. Cromwell, living in the larger house. The
Cromwells were his landlords. Rhett felt awkward because the windows of the
large house overlooked the front door of the smaller home. He bunched up
his clothes, including his shoes and socks, and placed a small piece of
paper on top of it. Holding the entire bundle of clothes under one arm, he
rang the bell, and the door opened.

"Oh, you?" Jenson said, looking confused upon opening the door. Cars and
people were passing by as the naked boy, wearing only the slave collar,
stood there facing his former Master. "What are you doing here?" Surprising
to Rhett, there was no anger in the man's voice or demeanor.

"Hi, Sir. Here." And Rhett extended his arms to present his clothes bundle
with the paper on top to Jenson. "Sorry, Sir."

Before taking the bundle, Jenson noticed the face-up check. It was a
cashier's check. Made out to him in the amount of $389,827.16. It was the
total value of his ill-gotten gains from The Masters Club.

"Enter."

Rhett stepped inside. Unsure of what was happening, Jenson took the bundle
with the check. The boy immediately dropped to his knees, firmly hugged
Jenson's legs, kissed his tennis shoes, and cried loudly, "I AM SO SORRY,
SIR. I AM AN ASS. I AM CRUEL. I AM UNWORTHY. I AM SO, SO VERY SORRY." He
paused, then whispered, "I love you, Sir." And he sobbed.

Jenson just stood and watched his former slave hug him around the ankles
and cry uncontrollably. Rhett didn't stop pleading for forgiveness or
lessen the embrace of the man's legs. Jenson simply allowed the lad to cry
and beg because he needed a few moments to think. What the fuck is
happening? What is he supposed to do? This is the thief who stole all the
club's money!

Of course, all judgment of Rhett's criminal acts must be viewed in the
light that The Masters Club had set the boy up to scam HIM and rob HIM!
There was equal guilt, and, in an odd way, they were almost partners in
crime. The only thing that Rhett did was out scam the scammers. And because
of that, no one could report any crime to the police. Everyone was a
criminal. What a quandary.

Furthermore, to Rhett's credit, the boy returned what he stole and was
extremely remorseful. Whereas The Masters Club had no intention of
returning any of their plunder. So, who is the bigger thief?

"Follow me," Jenson calmly ordered, then went to the sofa. He sat, and
naked, Rhett knelt at the Jenson's feet. "Place those there," pointing to
the coffee table. Rhett placed his clothes bundle on it. They stared into
each other's eyes. Jenson took out his cell phone and tapped a series of
numbers. "CLICK." The black leather slave collar popped open and fell to
the floor. Then, more numbers were tapped, and "CLICK," the shocking ball
collar popped off. Rhett had long ago forgotten about it. It's like when
you wear a ring on your finger, you forget about it. Rhett no longer wore
these two symbols of his servitude for the first time in months. The boy
was physically and emotionally shaken. Confused. Unknowing. He was
horrified. He was just set free, kicked out, abandoned, being told to
leave! He was terrified!

"No, Rhett. No, I'm the one who needs to express deep remorse." A
thoughtful pause. "We need to talk." Jensen patted the sofa beside him, and
Rhett rose and sat there. Jenson put his arm around the boy's shoulders and
pulled his head to rest on his lap. "Put your legs up, lay here." There was
the fully dressed Master sitting there with a naked, collarless Rhett,
lying with his head on his lap as Jenson slowly pet the trembling boy's
head as if a beloved pet.

"After you left and stole everything, The Masters Club disbanded," Jenson
told the boy. "This check includes monies we, the club, took from the other
three slave trainees. I'm not sure exactly how this will go, but I will ask
the club members to return whatever we can to those past three slaves. I'll
be up to the others. Some are pretty greedy. I cannot control what they
will do, but I won't keep any of it. I'm done. We have all been thieves,
and at least you and I are full of regret." Jenson continued to pet the
precious boy on his lap. Rhett stopped shaking.

Rhett sat up, "What about us, Master?"

"I am not your Master, and you are not my slave."

Rhett didn't like those words. He realized that he was going to be asked to
leave. For the second time, it was over. Rhett was speechless.

"I lied to you. Yes, about setting you up and scamming you, but more than
that. I lied when I could not say I loved you the day we met at Bottoms
Up. Loving you did not fit within our plan. I tried very hard to push away
any feelings of love for you, to push them out of my mind. I had to. When
you left, I thought I'd never see you again. I thought I'd never be able to
tell you how I felt. I take full responsibility for what I have done and
for what I did not say to you. I'm as guilty as the rest of the club
members," Jenson explained.

"I will help you to restore your life, fix anything I can fix, and I'll
also remove your videos from Gayties.com, and..."

"No, wait. Don't remove those videos." Rhett began to bluish, his face
turning red. "I've seen them, and... well... that was a wonderful
time. Freaky, but wonderful. Please leave them on GayTies.com"

"Whatever you want. OK, they will remain up."

"I know," Rhett confessed, "I said I was straight, which was true, I
thought, and that I had a girlfriend, which was barely true, but I needed
to be straight because I was afraid of being gay, being called a fagot,
being thought of as a sissy. I had a high school friend who was severely
beaten because he was gay or... perhaps because he was effeminate. Worse,
he had no friends at school and no one to care about him. I lost my folks,
and I just didn't/don't want to lose any more love. I didn't want to
be... unloved like that. I'm not sure, but it scared me. I know no one can
make a gay person straight or a straight person gay. Now I realize being
gay was always my true inner self. You guys had an extreme way of bringing
that out to me, but ... gay is truly me. I know that now." They both
chuckled for the first time.

Then, seriously, Rhett asked, "What about us, Sir?"

"Oh, us? Well, we'll have to see. "

That sounded too tentative for Rhett. "Look, Sir, I'll be your slave. I'll
wear your collar and ball shocker, I'll strip naked when I come over, and
I'll kiss your feet and suck your dick, and... you can fuck me and..."

"Whoa, boy. Hold on there. Look, this is a new day. We each admit to having
affection for each other, but you need to go home and re-establish your
regular life, at least for a couple of months. We can see each other, but
there will be no talk of any kind of relationship for now." Rhett was
relieved. At least the door was open.

Jenson rose, retrieved a shipping envelope, placed the collar and ball
shocker with remote in it, sealed it, and gave it to Rhett to take home. It
was a signal that the boy would be in charge of any future slave
submission.

"For now, no more `Sirs.' We need to start over." Then, a pause, "Let me
introduce myself. I am Jenson, Jenson Adamson. I work in an office as a
clerk at the ABC store. And I am not wealthy. Well, I was until you stole
all my money." They both had a good belly laugh.

"Hi, Mr. Adamson, I'm Rhett Barton, currently unemployed, but
looking... for a job, and... something else too." More laughter. " Sir... I
mean, Mr. Adamson... ah... Jenson, what are your rules for the next 2
months? I mean, you want me naked and..."

"Actually, what I would find very sexy on a cute boy like you is a type of
muscle T-shirt and tight gym shorts. Wear socks and tennis shoes when you
come over, but be barefoot in my home. OK?"

"Yes, Sir... ah... Jenson. Anything you say." Rhett was getting to believe
things would go well with this handsome man.

"Right now, I am late for work. So, let's get together tomorrow evening if
you want. How about we go out and get some burgers, OK?"

"Sure thing. By the way, do you really like me barefoot here and out in
public?"

"Just here, for now. I have my fetishes, too. I watched other club members
suck your toes and wondered when I'd get my turn." A big smile. "God, how I
always wanted those cute little toes in my mouth!"

Rhett then jokingly teased Jenson by raising his foot up and wiggling his
toes. "Well, maybe tomorrow at burger king, you can beg me there to let you
suck them." The boy's joking banter was fun and felt so good to both. When
Rhett left Jenson's place that day, it was not by mistake that he left the
envelope with the collar and ball zapper there for Jenson to control.

For the next two months, Jenson and Rhett did get together regularly, but
only twice a week. Jenson was adamant that Rhett re-establish his life
before they talked relationship.

It was all good. They connected. Like most gay couples, there was no formal
ceremony, no official commitment. Rhett moved into Jenson's small rental
unit behind the big house with the idea of getting a larger place later. As
for the S and M kink activities, it was just that. They lived as equals,
but some of the time, when they had sex, Jenson would be Rhett's
Master. Usually, they'd begin by watching a GayTies.com video to get all
erection-building juices flowing. And, on occasion, they would act out
Master and slave antics in gay public places. The difference from before is
they were a loving couple, and sex was secondary. S and M was something
they would do on rare occasion.

Just into their third year, their relationship was fine. Stable,
nice... but not erotically fabulous. Jenson and Rhett joined a gay outdoors
club to spend a weekend here and there camping and enjoying the
outdoors. It was not a sleazy, sexual thing... well, it was not supposed to
be, but some guys would sneak into the woods at night and suck and
fuck. It's just what some gay guys do. Jenson and Rhett did enjoy these
campers and became friends with many of them, yet rarely engaged in sex
with them.

It was nearing Rhett's 25th birthday, a milestone to celebrate, and Jenson
wanted to do something special for his love. So, he planned an elaborate
surprise party for Rhett. Jenson did not invite any of the members of The
Masters Club, not even the guys he liked best. The club disbanded; the
members refused to give back any of the stolen money they accumulated,
which Rhett had returned to them. They divided it between the other 11
members since Jenson wanted no part. So, both Rhett and Jenson were
finished with that "club."

"Hey, next week will be your 25th birthday. Anything you want to do
special?" Jenson asked, not wanting to reveal he had special plans for the
boy for that day."

"Oh, I don't know, whatever you want to do. Or, we can just stay home, use
the Jacuzzi, have dinner, watch TV, and relax," Rhett offered.

Though Jenson's house was small, one neat feature was that it had a
spacious bathroom off the back bedroom with a Jacuzzi tub large enough for
two people. Neither one used it much, but this was a special night. "Great,
that's fine" said Jenson, keeping the surprise a secret.

On the day of the party, Jenson placed their dining room table in the
middle of the living room. When Rhett inquired why, Jenson replied, "Oh,
just rearranging the furniture so later, we can have our special dinner
here, in front of the fireplace. Romantic, huh?" They kissed.

In the evening, "Rhett? How about we have that Jacuzzi you mentioned. I'll
be bring out the Champagne and the chocolate treats I got for you."

"Super! I love you, dear. Thank you for sticking with me."

"I love you too, but let's get naked and into the Jacuzzi, OK?" And off
they went into the bathroom and eased themselves into the Jacuzzi
tub. Jenson kept looking at his watch as if waiting for something.

"Jacuzzis make me horny, can we...ah you... jump my bones?" Rhett asked
teasingly.

"Sure."

"But, for tonight, it's been a while... will you be my Master,... sir?"

"Oh, so you want a Master, do you slave boy?" Rhett blushed. "Well, hold
on, let me get something." Jenson got out of the tub, went to the bedroom,
and returned quickly with a set of handcuffs. "OK, my sexy slave, turn
around." Rhett did, and Master Jenson put the cuff on him, securing his
hands behind his back. The two naked men faced each other, and Frenched
kissed. Jenson was rubbing his hands all over the boy's body, but Rhett,
with his hands cuffed behind his back, could not return the affection. It
brought back old fond memories as Rhett's dick enlarged to full stiff
length. Jenson saw it but pretended to ignore it.

DING DONG! The doorbell sounded. "Fuck, who the hell is that! Stay here,"
said Jenson, pretending to be annoyed. "I'll throw on my clothes, see who
it is, and get rid of them fast." But Jenson wasn't really upset. He was
actually glad that Rhett's special gift had arrived exactly on time. Jenson
hurried on his pants and shirt and even put his socks and shoes on, which
Rhett found strange. Couldn't he answer the door barefoot?

When Jenson opened the door, and saw many members of the gay outdoor club
streaming in, shouting in unison, SURPRISE! Where's the birthday boy?"
Other people followed them in. Some from Jenson's work, some other friends,
a few strangers, and even Rhett's previous roommates entered. About 30
people in all, mostly men and a few women. Even the elderly couple, their
landlords, who lived in the large front house came. Jenson invited as many
as he could. "Happy Birthday, Rhett! Where are you?" They all shouted.

Jenson, who had planned this entire surprise, shouted, "Oh, Rhett's in the
bedroom, getting dressed. He'll be out soon." The guest brought a lot of
drinks munchies. And Jenson set out plates and glasses and napkins, and
such, he turned the music on low, and the party officially started. But
where was the birthday boy?

Of course, Rhett was still in the bathroom, naked, with his hands cuffed
behind his back... in total shock! He looked at his clothes on the floor
but had no way of getting dressed or even securing a towel around his
waist. What could Rhett do? So he listened.

"OK, everyone, Rhett will be out soon. He's a little shy." Now, most of
these guests knew Rhett, but none of them knew that he and Jenson had a
Master and slave past or they maintained a kinky interest today. Most
assumed they were a typical gay couple.

"He's not only shy but very embarrassed," Jenson announced loudly. "You
see, he asked me if he could appear dressed in his favorite thing at his
party. Now, I know what that is, and I suggested he wear something
different, but, you know Rhett. He can be stubborn. And... it's his
birthday."

It took a while for Rhett to realize that the living room was filled with
guests and that Jenson planned this surprise. He smiled, relieved and happy
to know that his love made a big deal of his 25th birthday. But he was
stuck on which outfit Jenson had in mind for him to wear for tonight. He
had a couple ideas, a formal black suit Jenson bought him a year ago. And
there was also a firey red hand-knitted sweater he usually wore with tan
slacks and white lofters. As the guest of honor, he felt he should wear
something formal and spectacular.

Rhett went from the bathroom to the adjoining bedroom and looked for unique
clothes, but still, his hands were secured and useless. Then he heard
Jenson calling him, "Rhett, are you in your favorite outfit yet? Your
guests are waiting for you?"

 Then Jenson went into the bedroom to fetch him, "Oh, sorry, Rhett, I
forgot you were cuffed. Your surprise party is waiting for you."

"Oh, thank you, dear, help me prepare for the party, OK?"

"Sure, love." Jenson immediately got down on his knees and began to suck
Rhett's dick. It did not take long to get it to full stiffness."

"Hey, stop, dear," Rhett giggled. "Not now. You're supposed to get me ready
for my surprise guests!"

"Oh, right. OK, Rhett. Let's go."

"But my birthday outfit?"

"Trust me, you look fantastic!" And Jenson immediately nudged- pushed the
hesitant boy - naked, cuffed, and all boned up... into the living room as
he yelled, "SURPRISE EVERYONE!" The guests displayed a mix of shock and
elation upon seeing Rhett naked with a big boner.

Rnett was so stunned and embarrassed. He stood there red-faced and totally
humiliated. "Oh... no... Jenson... ah... I..." he muttered.

"Folks, what my dear Rhett is trying to say is that he hopes you like his
special birthday outfit. He wanted to surprise and shock you all. Are we
all surprised and shocked?!" Everyone cheered, even those straight friends
who were not into seeing such a brazen image of Rhett's naked body.

"Folks, Rhett wanted to present himself like this, but he needs our support
and encouragement. OK? So, let's hear it for Rhett?" A roar of cheers and
applause broke out.

"Now, Rhett, go up to each of our guests and greet them. I know your hands
are cuffed behind you, just as you insisted, but do your best to show them
our greetings."

What was he supposed to do? He could not shake hands, so he placed his face
next to some and kissed them on the cheek. Some kissed back, and some
embraced his naked body in a full bear hug. And none of them, straight,
gay, younger, or older, could resist squeezing his ass cheeks or even
sneaking a wiggling finger into his asshole during the hug. Some hugged him
with one hand around him and played with his big boner with the other,
prompting a longer embrace.

Then, Jenson wanted to heighten Rhett's embarrassment -- WHICH JENSON KNEW
RHETT HAD BEEN MISSING. So when Rhett had just ended his naked greetings of
everyone and stood there disoriented and in a daze, Jenson shouted out for
all to hear, "Will everyone look at Rhett's huge stiff dick?!" Rhett was in
such a dizzy state he hadn't noticed he was all boned up.

"I... I... am so... so... sorry. I'm so embarrassed and... I don't..."

"What Rhett is trying to say is that he is sorry for dripping semen. So,
Rhett, I guess you'd like someone to wipe it off for you?"

"Oh God, please no... I..." The boy was so humiliated and horned up. It's
the humiliation that causes him to get super erect and need to shoot.

"Now, Rhett, you told me your fantasy was to have our landlord,
Mrs. Cromwell, tend to your dripping dick." Rhett shook his head no. "Oh,
don't be shy, love. Mrs. Cromwell, would you step over here, please."

Surprising to everyone, especially Rhett, the 85-year-old classy-dressed
lady in a mink stole came over to the boys. Jenson whispered in Rhett's ear
and gave him a stern look. The boy knew what that meant. "Now, Rhett, ask
Mrs. Cromwell, our dear landlord, what you would like her to do?"

"Ah... please, Mrs.Cromwell, would you wipe off my dippy dick, catch as
much as you can, and feed it to me? Please?"

"OH MY LORD!" she shouted. Everyone thought that meant, "hell no." But
instead, she was pleasantly shocked. "Rhett, I'd be delighted, child." And
with a lusty smile, she pulled on his dick, milking it like a pro and
gathering as much cum slime as she could, and said, "Child, open your mouth
and stick your tongue out." Rhett did. "No, stick it way out." Rhett
complied. "Here you go, child." And she wiped her palm on Rhett's tongue."

When she was finished, Rhett mumbled, "Thank you, mam."

"I'm not finished. I have your sticky boy juice all over my fingers," and
without asking, she stuck one finger at a time into Rhett's mouth and let
him suck each one clean. She stepped away, all giggly.

"Thank you, Mrs. Cromwell. Does this mean we get a rent reduction?" More
laughter.

"Rhett, you have not been a very good host. You're supposed to entertain
our guests. OK?"

"But my hands are ..."

"Turn around. Let me take the cuffs off." Jensen did. When Rhett's first
move was to cover his big bouncing boner, a severe look from Jenson sent
the message not to.

Then, Jenson pointed to the table he had placed in the living room
earlier. And loudly said, "SURRENDER."

It was still -- after all this time -- instantaneous. Rhett climbed on the
table, laid on his back, placed his sexy bare feet up and wide apart, and
placed his hands on his ass cheeks to pull and hold them apart. The room
was quiet. No one ever saw this command being acted out. Everyone watched
in curious amazement and silence.

"Oh, almost correct." Then Jenson grabbed Rhett by the underarms and pulled
his body so his head was slightly off the table edge. Rhett remembered, or
better put, Rhett's subconscious remembered, to open his mouth and leave it
open, creating a path for any long dick to insert directly into his
throat... if anyone wanted to avail himself of such a joy.

Then Jenson firmly pushed the boy's legs wider to create some uncomfortable
stress at the hips. It has been two and a half years since he assumed this
position. Jenson placed a heavy cushion under Rhett's butt, causing him to
raise his ass up and bring his knees more to his chest.

"Rhett had asked me for a special present for his birthday, that is, for
his body to be used in any way his guests would like to use him," Jenson
announced. Everyone listened intently. "Yes, of course, some of you may not
wish to imbibe, so to speak, but those that do, please step forward and use
any of his holes as you would enjoy."

Some of the guys, especially those in the gay outdoors club, immediately
went up to Rhett's displayed body, and without hesitation, a few gathered
at his open mouth and a couple at his held-open asshole. "Oh my, that
didn't take long." Jenson quipped. Steven, a tall Black dude, shoved his
dick into the waiting asshole and started fucked hard.

"OOPS. No, Steve, he likes it slow, a very slow fuck," Jenson corrected.

"Sure thing. Like this?" Steve asked.

"No, even slower," Jenson said.

Rhett began to jerk and twist, Then mumbled, "Faster, please... I need it
harder..." He forgot he was not to give instructions. Well, it had been a
long time.

"Whoa, can one of you silence him?" Looking at the Latino standing at
Rhett's head with his dick out. "Just plug his mouth up."

The Latino started to slowly fuck the boy's mouth. Jenson shouted so Rhett
could hear him, "No, push your dick in all the way to his throat. And hold
it there so his airway is blocked."

"Oh my, this feels good, the Latino man said, "How long do I hold it in
there?"

"At least until he stops moving. He knows better than to make demands or to
move around." Jenson told him, "When his body goes limp, you can pull out
to allow him air."

Rhett's body became still as he was being spit-roasted. But his dick was
twitching and jerking, doing the erotic dance.

As the fuck session was going, Jenson yelled out, "OK, ladies and
gentlemen, who would like whipped cream on their dessert?" Then Jenson
produced a can of spray whipped cream and put large mounds on the souls of
Rhett's uplifted feet and on the boy's nipples. "Gather round all you
watchers and have your dessert. Juicy toes and delicious nipples." The to
thefuckers, "You two who are hogging his holes, you may cum in him, but
then let some of these other fine-dicked studs have their turns."

As the two men climaxed, Rhett's hips shook violently, but he held his
hands and feet still. Mouths were all over him, licking his sexy feet and
sucking his cute little toes, while others were munching on his piqued
nipples. The boy's dick was oozing precum like a fountain. Mrs. Cromwell
spoke up and asked, "Could you place some whipped cream on his cock? I'd
like to lick it off."

"No need to ask twice. Here you go." Jenson coated Rhett's dick with the
cream. Mrs. Cromwell wasted no time and licked and sucked the whipped cream
and boy's pre-cream all off that big, twitching, towering dick.

Rhett began to flail on the table, so Jenson went to the Latino and loudly
suggested he plug his throat until he stopped moving. He wanted Rhett to
hear him. Jenson repeatedly replenished the whipped cream mounds on the
souls and nipples as needed, and more guys came up for their dessert. Then,
a new idea, Jenson opened up a jar of candied cherries and placed them -
squished them - between each of Rhett's toes. I looked sexy and silly but
oh so inviting! And guests devoured them up. Delicious.

Toward the end of the evening, when Rhett's mouth was not being used,
Jenson went over to it and pulled out his own dick, and began to piss
slowly into his lover's mouth hole. "AAAAHHHHHH!" Rhett's dick blasted
off. As soon as that dick began to explode, Mrs. Cromwell must have been
waiting for it to happen because she rushed her mouth over it and, like a
vacuum cleaner riding a bucking bronco, captured most of the boy's
fabulous, blasting juice.

Rhett was out of it, not passed out, but no longer aware of anything or
anyone, not even those who continued to use and play with his body. He was
even unaware of his trembling or his constant moaning.

When the guest had left, Jenson looked lovingly at his trembling, moaning,
sticky-skinned lover. He carefully picked him up, carried him to their bed,
and laid him down. Jenson laid close and kissed and caressed him. He didn't
stop until Rhett "came to" and opened his eyes and.... The boy cried. Rhett
was so overwhelmed, so pleased. So content and fulfilled. He sobbed gently,
and Jenson knew his love had the most beautiful birthday he could ever
imagine. They kissed and hugged, wanting this moment to last forever.

Gay couples last for as long as they last. But Jenson and Rhett had a lot
going for them. They had each been in a bad space and knew they never
wanted to return to it. For another thing, they knew exactly what the other
needed and readily offered it, even to the extreme. Their love was both
erotic and true; hopefully, they will continue on for many years.



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