Date: Mon, 3 Jul 2017 22:33:40 -0400 From: Alex Irving Subject: HURT ME (COLLEGE BONDAGE ADVENTURES) - CHAPTER 2 This story is fiction about consensual sex, bondage, and BDSM between college age (18+) boys and adult males. If it is illegal to read such material in your jurisdiction, or if you are under the legal age to do so, please exit this site immediately. And please, if you enjoy these stories, consider supporting the great free resource that Nifty gives us. Go to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html NOTE TO READERS: Thank you to the many folks who have reached out after the first chapter. I appreciated both the constructive and generous responses. I'm working hard to incorporate your ideas into what happens in future chapters. Please continue to send your comments and ideas as I am interested in feedback, especially about any questions, story ideas, and information about what worked/didn't works. I appreciate that feedback and am interested in improving my writing and writing a story that has wide appeal. I'm also interested in meeting others who share my interests, so don't hesitate to reach out, please. *HURT ME (COLLEGE BONDAGE ADVENTURES) - Chapter 2* I felt Master shudder as he clearly finished emptying his load inside my ass. Everything had gone quiet, and I felt strangely empty when he withdrew from my ass. He continued to hug me while the others released us, and when I was fully unbound, he turned me gently and hugged me to him deeply. I nearly began weeping at the deep tenderness he was offering, especially when he whispered his pride in what I had shown him. The others seemed to understand the importance of the moment, and they waited patiently for us to break apart. Before we did he told me to go with the others to get cleaned. He'd get some food together for us, and then we'd talk in a while about what just happened and the house. He told me not to worry - I hadn't committed myself to anything. He wanted me to learn about the house, the rules, his expectations, and the other boys before making any decisions. First, he wanted me to clean up and relax. The mood just casually slipped into the team feeling after an intense swim or track meet. We were all sweaty, tired, and coming down off of some emotional highs. I was also suddenly hungry and a bit unsure of myself. What had I just done? I had gone from jerking off alone in my room to pictures of guys in bondage to participating fully in some pretty advanced stuff -- in one night. And now I was following a group of naked guys into a locker room to get cleaned up with all of the joking behaviors I'd experienced with other guys on teams, though I was now getting high fives and compliments for what I did in a group painful sex scene... and it felt great. As we walked into the group shower room, Toby gave me a high five for taking all that electro pain in my cock in my first time, and I started to blush and feel a surge of adrenaline. I felt proud of myself, too. When Thomas told me I had a nice cock, though he thought I needed to loose the pubes like the rest of them, I wanted to immediately go and shave, but I managed to smile and reply that I agreed; they all looked hot shaved like that. I shouldn't have been surprised that I started to feel my cock grow again at this, especially as I watched my new friends' soap up their smooth bodies. I wasn't the only one. Thomas noticed, and when we were rinsed off, he good naturedly pushed me toward a rack of towels and told me now's not the time for more play. Thomas showed me where there were shelves stocked with towels and everything else we might need. There were toiletries like soap, shampoo, razors, toothpaste, toothbrushes, etc., as well as ones filled with black soccer shorts, compression shorts, jocks, plain grey t-shirts, and socks in various sizes. He explained that our own personal clothes weren't allowed, and that Master required us to wear these clothes around the house so that we could engage in yard work or open the door to visitors without raising lots of unwanted questions. So, like everyone else, I put on what I thought of as my team practice gear and then returned downstairs to the dungeon to help participate in the clean up. With the lights fully on, I saw that the room was large and well stocked with a wide variety of BDSM devices that I'd seen in pictures, and there were a bunch that I hadn't seen but could imagine their uses. Everything was tidy, and I quickly found myself cleaning surfaces with disinfectant and returning restraints and other devices to their drawers and bins. This didn't take long, but enough time had passed for pizza to be delivered. There were several large pizzas, a huge salad, and large pitchers of ice water waiting waiting for us in the kitchen when we were finished. Master wasn't there, but there were three more guys, also dressed in the same shorts and grey t-shirts. They were all cute, and were of the same body type as the rest of us. We could have passed for the school's cross country or swim team: lean and athletic. Thomas introduced me to Caleb, Christian, and Jacob. We all loaded up plates and began eating immediately. Jacob turned to me with a mouth full of pizza. "Damn. That was HOT. I couldn't believe you were doing that shit on your first time here!" Christian punched him in the arm. "OW! I mean it. That was cool." Thomas explained that things went much more quickly tonight than they usually do, so they were surprised. He also confirmed that Master had an integrated video surveillance system throughout the house, so he could be watching and listening at any time. I felt embarrassed. What if these guys thought I was a freak for what I had done. "And he sometimes lets us watch, especially when there's a new guy like tonight," chimed in Jacob. Thomas interjected: "And these guys were all jerking off wishing they could join in, right?" They all nodded. "Fuck, yeah!" Christian smiled at me. "You're as hot as Thomas said you were from your pictures on Tumblr." I was feeling better. These guys were ok after all. Soon the talk morphed away from sex, and onto normal topics like our classes, people we might know, and the upcoming football game. I had to keep reminding myself that I was eating pizza with guys I had just seen naked... No, guys who had just all blown their loads in the most amazingly kinky manner I had ever witnessed. I felt my cock growing again, especially when I realized how relaxed I felt. Rather than feeling ashamed or weird, all of it just felt ok and, well, fun. I felt welcomed and included here. When we were finished eating and cleaning up, Thomas offered to give me a house tour and a general overview of the rules. "Master will give you more details later," he assured me as he led me through the kitchen and through the more normal areas of such a large house... a formal dining room, living room with large fireplace, the official grand entryway, a study lined with books, and a media room with couches and the largest flat screen TV I'd ever seen. We briefly wound our way upstairs past some guest bedrooms and an area that included Master's public office and bedroom suite. Thomas explained that he also kept a separate area of the house for our use that was closed off from the main part of the house. We then returned to the locker room and went through the passage to the dungeon but went up the stairs instead. That led to a large common room with couches and tables that Thomas explained were meant for quiet study, past another kitchen that was meant just for them, and down a corridor (known as the Boy's Hallway) to another bathroom and a dozen individual rooms. These looked like dorm rooms, and several were clearly occupied and looked like my own dorm, though clearly nicer. Thomas explained that there were six full time members of the house at the moment besides him. I'd obviously met everyone but the last, Jacob. I'd meet him later. They also had their own media room lined with couches and another impressive flat screen TV. Finally, we ventured down Master's Hallway (as it was known) to find a large bedroom and a final room that Thomas explained was the group's meeting room. By the time we had finished the tour, I was impressed. This was the nicest dorm setup I'd ever seen. We heard some laughter down the Boy's Hallway and found them watching the big screen TV. On it was a bondage scene with a guy loosely tied in a spread eagled fashion on a flat mattress. He was covered in sweat, and was struggling to position his hard cock next to a vibrator dangling on a cord near his crotch. Fuck, these guys are horny. They're already watching porn, I chuckled to myself. "He still hasn't cum yet!" Thomas blurted as we entered the room and jumped onto a couch. They explained that this was the last house member, Jacob. He was being punished for fucking up and not making the group's dinner on his appointed night. He was tied like this with a barely moving vibrator, and he wouldn't be released until he was able to make himself cum. He'd been at it for 4 hours already. I also learned that he'd already suffered being in chastity for a week before this, so he's really horny and desperate to cum, both because he wants it and because he wants to be untied. The screen rotated through four different camera angles. One was a close up of his crotch, another two offered wide angle views, and the final one was of his frustrated face. My cock was instantly hard as I watched his glistening body writhe in frustration as the vibrator kept slipping away from his sweaty body and cock. He kept trying to trap it, but he found holding it difficult. Toby explained that they had all been initiated into the group and that I couldn't be punished like this until I'd formally pledged to be one of them. Right now, I was a guest. As formal members of the house, they all had a series of weekly rotating chores that entailed cooking and cleaning the house, as well as maintaining their grades. If they complied, they were able to live there rent free, but if they fucked up, they were punished. If they still didn't reform, they would be asked to leave. They also participated in a lot of kinky sex, directed by Master, of course, and if they didn't follow his rules there (like no cumming without his permission) then they were also subject to punishment and expulsion. They all chimed in with details, but my mind kept wandering back to watching Jacob's attempts at getting himself off. Even though I had cum, I was quickly hard and leaking. "Where is he?" I finally asked. Thomas laughed and explained that he was in a small room in the dungeon currently set up for just this punishment. "You think this is hot, don't you?" Thomas laughed as he placed his hand on my cock through my tented soccer shorts. I pushed his hand away. "No," I stammered. "I was just wondering why it is on the television." For some reason even here I felt ashamed of being turned on by someone else's suffering, especially a naked guy. Toby explained that we all had to witness punishments, but since this one would take several hours, Master installed the cameras. I noticed that a couple of the guys were texting during our conversation but didn't think much about it until Toby reported that Master was amused that Luke was turned on by Jacob's predicament. Thomas turned and held my shoulder. "You ready to talk with him?" Thomas paused and smiled. "It'll be fine. He's an amazing guy... He's like a coach, teacher, and counselor all rolled into one. We're all here because we love him and all of this, and we can all walk away at any moment." Toby shouted from across the room: "But why would we want to? We have the best sex in the world, live in this great place, AND, well, honestly, I'm a better person because of what Master has taught me. I owe him a lot." They all agreed. It all sounded a bit too good to be true, but this whole setup was amazing. My cock deflated a bit as I found my heart rate begin to rise. Relax. He just fucked you, remember? It was fun. These guys respect him. Just check it out. You don't have to join up. Though my next thought was that I wanted to move in immediately. I nearly jumped from the couch when I heard Master's quiet voice, though. "I wonder how long he's going to take?" Master was leaning against the doorframe, now fully clothed in jeans and a black t-shirt. We all turned back to the screen. He continued: "The longest someone's taken is 9 hours." I thought about that and my cock got harder. 9 hours of that? The guy must have been frustrated beyond belief. His orgasm must have been intense. Fuck, I want that, but damn! Do I really want this, and will these guys think I'm a freak if they figure that out? Perhaps they like the sex play and the challenge of it all, but they aren't as turned on as I am by all of this, including someone else's torment. "So, Luke." I panicked as all eyes turned back to me. "You're clearly turned on by Jacob's predicament." Master smiled at me. Thomas grabbed my cock, and I pushed his hand away again. "I wonder if we can wait to talk about the rest of the house details later? There's a big difference between being a friend and guest of the house (as you are now) and being a full fledged member. I'm happy to answer questions about that difference, but given what I'm seeing, I'm wondering if you might want to wait on all of those details and just play a game tonight? We can talk in more detail when you're ready." Fuck, I thought. What does he have in mind? My cock throbbed at the sly look on his face. "Like what, Sir?" "I propose we have a little more fun tonight. Let's say I present you with a little challenge. While Jacob is trying to cum, I challenge you NOT to cum while we complicate things by trying to make you cum. If Jacob comes first, then you win. If you cum first, then you earn a small punishment." Again, my cock throbbed. More cumming? Tonight? I was so in trouble because my cock was thinking for me again. "OK, what happens if I win?" "You get to an expert blowjob from any boy in this room you desire." "And if I lose?" I asked. "Well, that would then mean that you'd get to cum yet again, but under my terms. You'd be immediately attached to a milking machine and milked through another orgasm." FUCK! That would be tough, but I'd watched videos about those machines, and I thought they looked fun. Damn, what was I thinking? Of course, if I won I could get a free blowjob from anyone one of these hot boys here now. "Oh, and as an added incentive to make this fun for everyone: You'd need some help with this, so the person who pushes you over the edge to cum before Jacob would then get to fuck you while you're being milked." The others responded with some smiles but waited quietly while I thought it over. "Let's do it. It sounds like a fun challenge." I smiled and found myself being pulled from the couch as the others cheered. "Time for some fun!" Thomas nearly yelled as he pushed me down the hall toward the dungeon. Before I knew it I was standing in the dungeon again, although this time in front of a padded medical looking chair with lots of straps and adjustable stirrups. Next to it sat what I knew from watching videos to be a milking machine. Master told me to strip. I hesitated because I realized that I was going to be the only one naked, and I was going to have the full attention of this group of hot guys. Sure, I had just been naked with all of them in some pretty intimate ways, but this time I was going to be the only one. Maybe they'd laugh at my thin body and how I'm naturally mostly hairless. Is my cock big enough? Do they think I'm at all hot, or maybe they will think I'm too skinny and not up to their standards. All of these thoughts flashed past, as I grabbed my shirt to pull it over my head. While I was in the middle of doing that, I felt hands pulling my shorts down my legs, and then guiding me to step through one leg at a time. To my surprise (and enjoyment) someone also grabbed my cock and gave it a couple of strokes. My eager new friends were pushing me onto the chair and strapping me in simultaneously. In a matter of moments I was restrained tightly with my legs spread so that my cock was fully accessible. Master pressed a button and guided the chair so that my hips tilted up and my head back, bringing my cock into alignment so that someone standing between my legs had easy access both to my cock and my ass. I was rock hard, and again, I found that I was the only one naked. The other boys were standing around in soccer shorts and t-shirts. Master explained that they would each take turns on my cock. They could stimulate me in any way they wanted and could use their mouths or hands, but they had a strict 20 seconds time limit after which they needed to stop and step aside. I hoped that they'd be slow in the transition. Caleb wheeled over a large screen TV, and then I was facing the cause of this predicament: Jacob was once again writhing to get his cock stimulated in full HD color in front of me. Master got my attention. "Luke. Look at me." I turned to face him. "This is just for fun, and you can call it quits at any time. We're not going to abuse you. You can end it at any point, even if you loose and hate being milked. Is that clear? I want to emphasize this: We're not into abuse. You have to submit willingly. Is that clear?" I nodded. "But because you're new, this is also a small test, too. If you back out, we'll talk about why. This isn't an initiation, but if you follow through with this, no matter what happens, I'll reward you." He paused. "Do you want to continue?" "Yes, Sir." I immediately replied. "Excellent." He turned to the group. "OK, one at a time. I'll time. If one of you makes him cum, you get to fuck him while he is milked." While Master was talking I looked around to find the rest of the guys staring and smiling at me. A couple even had their hands in their shorts, and all were clearly tented out. Thomas looked at me with a predatory smile on his face. He even licked his lips. They're enjoying this, I realized. Being the center of their attention -- and now clear lust -- was a surprising turn on. I didn't realize that I wanted to be watched in this way. I felt my cock throb as I found all of them looking not at my face anymore but clearly my chest and cock. Being so tightly restrained was hot, too. I loved the feel of the extra padded leather cuffs on my ankles, thighs, wrists and upper arms. I felt as if I were molded to the chair and couldn't move if I wanted. Master pulled out a cell phone and pulled up a stopwatch app. "OK. I've set a chime to go off at 20 seconds. If you don't clear out when it dings, you get a strike. Three strikes and you get locked into a chastity device for, hmmm, let's make it 3 days. Got it?" Nods all around the room. "Excellent. Let's begin." Thomas stepped up first. He wasted no time, and fuck, it felt great. His warm, wet mouth engulfed my cock, taking me all the way in down to my pubes. His tongue swirled around my cock and then his lips were caressing my cock head. He did this several times until I heard the chime. I'd never last if that happened too many times in a row. I turned back to the screen and urged Jacob to find a way to use that vibrator. What had I just decided to do? I was on a fast ride to cumming, and I desperately wanted to give this a real shot. I didn't want to be humiliated because I was too turned on not to hold off on cumming. A rhythm developed. They rotated through sucking, licking, and jerking my cock in different ways until the chime sounded. They would then switch out, and I found myself clinging to those moments between the sweet wet warmth of their mouths, hoping that someone would stumble or move slowly so that I'd get a precious few extra seconds. Every now and then someone would pause too long before stopping, so Master would impose a strike. Thomas in particular figured out that my cockhead is particularly sensitive and responsive to stimulation. He'd concentrate his swirling tongue onto it, and I'd almost immediately find myself moaning and trying not to focus on the feelings on my cock. I tried watching my unknowing competitor, Jacob, but that didn't quite help. He was so sweaty that he was shiny in the light, and the sight of his writhing form was stimulating in a different way. I tried looking at the boys who were not directly touching my cock, but that ceased to be a help because they were getting increasingly worked up and into the competition. Master had been silently watching except for imposing several penalties, but at one point he interjected: "The rest of you might as well strip. You're dripping through your shorts anyway. Let's show Luke how much you're all enjoying this game, too." I was delighted to see them all join me, their hard cocks now standing in front of them as they watched. That command also seemed to switch something for them, too; they began to talk to me as they stroked my cock and then watched. They started telling me how hot they thought I was. "Fuck, yeah, Luke. I love your cock. Let's see it shoot cum." "Your chest would look hot coated in cum, Luke. Shoot it for us." Throughout this I got close to the edge of cumming repeatedly. It was pure torture, and I don't know how I held off. I would tense all of my muscles and try not to squirm. I would focus on something else, not my cock. I even tried to think about nuns. (As a Catholic school boy, nuns were the least sexual things in the universe I could imagine.) Each time, I felt the cum starting from deep within and nearing the point of no return only to be saved at the last moment. I lost track of time, but I learned later that about 90 minutes into this edging torment Thomas found the spot. I just couldn't avoid it any more. I felt the cum rising once again as he began sucking on my cock head, swirling his tongue again and again just right around it and hitting that most sensitive spot. I tried to move in my restraints to pull it away, but I couldn't. I was held fast. And then it happened. I knew that this time I'd be over the edge, and I was. I began panting. "I'm going to cum.... I'm so close... I'm closer. Fuck! I'm going to cum.... I'M CUMMING!" Thomas let go of my cock just as it began spraying, sending cum flying onto his face and then onto my chest. I had been edged so much that it felt like the cum was gushing out of my cock, and I almost passed out because of the feeling. Fuck. I thought. That was incredible. My pause and enjoyment of the moment was quickly interrupted as Master began attaching the milking machine attachment to my sensitive cock. The silky tube immediately began sucking, creating a vacuum around my cock and applying pressure around my cock head. FUCK. My cock was sensitive, and I tried to writhe in response to avoid it. I still couldn't move. This was hell. I turned to Master with the intention of pleading for him to make it stop, but I could see that he, like everyone else, was intently watching to gauge my reaction. Despite my intense desire to stop the feeling on my cock NOW, I caught myself and remained quiet. I could do this. The lust and disappointment on the boys around me was evident, too, except for Thomas. He was smiling, with a clear look of satisfaction on his face. But fuck. This was tough. I realized that I was now moaning. I tried to quiet it and to focus on getting turned on again. I wanted my cock to be hard so that this would be easier. Come on. Get HARD. I quietly moaned to myself. Just then Caleb shouted, "Look!" Everyone turned to the screen behind him. Jacob was in the middle of cumming. His body was arched, and his cock was spurting streams of cum down his sweaty stomach and onto his chest. "Fuck!" I moaned in response, and the group began laughing. "Close, Luke. So, so, close." Master laughed and patted my thigh. "OK, the rest of you... Thomas. You can fuck him whenever you want, and the rest of you can get off tonight with each other in any way you like." Master paused during some quiet expressions of thanks. "BUT..." He interjected, "None of the rest of you can cum until Luke here cums again, so you might want to help him. The sooner he cums, the sooner you all can cum, too. Now, I'm going to release Jacob and see to him. He's going to need some care tonight." He turned to me. "I want you to know that I'm going to be watching even though I'll be caring for Jacob. I'll have the camera on here, so I'll be watching to see what happens from my room. Unfortunately I can't be in two places at once, and I need to attend to Jacob. He's just had a punishment, and he needs some reassurance right now." He turned and looked at me. "But I also care what happens to you. You're important to me. Please know that I trust these boys." He pointed around the room. "Remember, Luke. You can stop this at any moment. And I want to talk to you as soon as you're ready. I'll be here all weekend, so if you want to talk about all of this, please find me. For now, goodnight. Jacob and I will be watching." Master tousled my hair and left. Throughout all of this, I was barely holding on, barely keeping in a scream that was boiling from deep inside as my sensitive cock head was endlessly stimulated. Just as Master left, though, I found myself having a new set of sensations as my new friends tried to find ways to help me. Thomas buried his tongue up my ass, and Caleb and X began sucking on my nipples while Y deep throated me, planting his tongue deep into my mouth. While I was tied to the chair, I was being sexually stimulated by the group in as many ways as they could. I found myself pushing against my bonds and willing each of those body parts into their mouths. That began to have the desired intent. The over-stimulation on my cock head was slowly being replaced with pleasure, and at one point the switch got thrown. I was fully enjoying it again, and my cock responded. It was growing, and I started moaning in pleasure. "Fuck yeah." I mumbled. Thomas noticed, and looked closely at my growing cock in the milking tube. The pleasure focused on my cock head again, and I was minutely moving my hips in response. I opened my eyes at the moment Thomas placed his cock at my hole. He smiled and raised his eyebrows as if to ask permission. I smiled in response, urging him on. I wanted his cock inside me. He slowly slid it in as the milking machine started to work its magic. I was already beginning to ride the wave to another orgasm as Thomas finished shoving his cock deep into my ass. "FUCK ME." I told him, and he responded. He began fucking me more quickly, moving in and out, until he began pounding my ass in rhythmic response to the milker's piston-like suctioning sounds. I was soon on the edge. "I'm going to cum." I told him and then quickly I told him, "Now. I'm going to cum now. I'm cumming!" And I looked into his eyes as he shoved his cock even deeper into my ass as he began cumming in response. We were cumming together. Thomas jammed his cock deep into my ass and yanked the suction tube off my cock so that he could lean down and look deeply into my eyes as he finished cumming. My own cum was pooled in my belly button. He dipped his finger in it and brought it to his lips, smiling as he licked the cum off. I felt him move his cock around and then shove it in deep again. He gave me a wicked grin and took another scoop of cum and held it to my mouth. I opened my mouth, mesmerized by his stare and took his fingers and my cum. When I broke our stare, I saw the other guys leaving having paired up. Thomas explained that this was a rare night. Master rarely rewarded them with an open night of cumming, so they were heading upstairs to make the most of it. "There'll be fucking here all night." He grinned at me. "You did well tonight. You put Master in a good mood. That'll make you really popular with the others." I soon found myself in the showers again, but this time I put on my own clothes afterward. Putting them on felt strange, as if I were stepping back into an old life, one that I was sad to re-occupy. I checked the time and realized it was now well after midnight. I think I blushed again when Thomas told me he'd walk me home. When I tried to put him off, he told me to stop. He wanted to take a walk with me. As we stepped onto the quiet street, Thomas asked me if I felt weird and if I thought I'd be back. I stopped walking and stood in the shadows of an oak tree and looked him in the eye. "That was amazing." I stopped. "Yeah, I feel strange. I've never done anything like that before. Never. But I felt at home with you, with them." I turned and stepped into the moonlight. "Thank you." Thomas seemed happier after that, and our conversation turned to more normal things.... Where we were from, what sports we played in high school... and then we were nearing my dorm. I didn't want the night to end, and I had been thinking about all the sex going on back in the house right now. I realized I was getting hard again. "Dam. My cock has a mind of its own. I'm hard again just thinking about what just happened and what is going on back there." I stopped and looked up at my dorm room's window. "That's my room, but I kind of want to go back to your place." I looked at Thomas, my heart now pounding. "Want to come in?" Thomas laughed at me and said sure, but just for a minute. He also told me that he had an idea. People were in various stages of either partying or shutting down for the night. We didn't pass anyone I really knew, so we got to my room without having to talk to anyone. Thomas assumed an authoritarian tone. "Strip, put your hands behind your back, and close your eyes." I quickly complied, and once again, I was standing in front of him naked and hard. My cock was sore but still wanting attention. I was surprised when I felt Thomas putting a quick tie around my wrists so that I couldn't move them. I was more than happy when Thomas went down on my cock, and just like earlier, his expert tongue swirling on my cock head had me thinking about cumming quickly. This went on for a few minutes until I told him I was going to cum. He stopped sucking me and then pinched my cock head hard, making me double over and wince. "OW! Why did you do that?" I stopped myself from yelling at him. I was more confused and surprised than angry. "To be able to do this." My cock was already deflating, and soon it was soft enough for him to get on the chastity device he had in his pocket. "Master told me to do this if you got horny on the way home. He decided you needed to cool off." Thomas laughed. "And understand that you need to know that he decides when you cum." Thomas looked me in the eye and got serious. "There's more, though. If I did this to you, you get to do it to me." Thomas showed me a second device. "We'll be linked together. I don't get released until you return, and you obviously don't get to either." I felt shocked at Master's pre-planning, and then realized the weight of what this meant. "This means that you can't go back and join in the fun." Thomas nodded. "Damn. I'm sorry." He shook his head. "Don't worry about that. You're worth it. Just get me soft and put it on before I change my mind." He laughed and cut off the tie on my hands. I took the chastity device from him. I then knelt and pulled down his soccer shorts. His shiny cock was in my face, and I wanted nothing more than to worship it, so I took his cock into my mouth and tried to duplicate the swirling he did to mine. "Fuck!" He whispered. "You learn quickly." Soon he was pushing my head off his cock. I then pinched it, apologizing for hurting him. I kept at it until he was soft enough to attach the chastity device. We were know twins. "Just do me one favor." He smiled at me as he headed for the door. "Just show up tomorrow so Master will take these things off." I nodded, smiled, and collapsed on my bed after closing the door. Definitely. I'd definitely be back. I wanted to taste that cock again.