Previously: Sam, JT, Master Dave, and slave Chris are in the dungeon at Master Dave's ranch. Sam is hanging in a sling for the first time, and he has just received a wild and intense "foot job" from slave boy Chris.
"And now, JT," Master Dave said, "with your permission, I'm going to finish what I started in the pool."
"Be my guest," my Sir replied.
I heard a little bustling around me. Then I felt a tapping on the butt plug. It was Master Dave's finger. He told me that he was going to pull it out, and that it would stretch me uncomfortably but only momentarily. As he began to pull it out, my body swung a few inches toward him. For a brief moment, my entire body was being piloted by my hole. It was amazing, but by the time I realized it, the moment had passed.
Once drawn close to Master Dave, the pulling became uncomfortable as my hole was opened up by pressure from the inside. Master Dave gently twisted and slid the device, until it suddenly popped out. I felt a sense of relief in my sphincter, but also a sudden surge in my sexual hunger as my hole hovered in the air, available and vacant. I reflexively let out a sound that was a sigh combined with a whimper combined with a whine. I would come to know this sound as the protest that a submissive bottom often makes when a cock or a sex toy or fingers are withdrawn.
But only seconds passed before the tip of Master Dave's cock was pressed against my hole. Having been fully lubed and stretched, my hole allowed him to slide right in without resistance. "Yes, Sir," I moaned with pleasure. "Thank you, Sir."
Master Dave asked JT, who was still standing next to my head, to please remove my blindfold. As my eyes adjusted to the brightness, I could see my Sir's cock, semi-hard and tantalizing me about four inches from my mouth. I couldn't quite reach it. Chris had taken a position behind his Master, barely visible to me.
Master Dave began to thrust into me very slowly. My body soon began to swing, and once a steady motion was achieved, Master Dave stopped. No words were spoken. But it was easy for me to use my legs and torso to keep my body swinging. It was actually similar to being on a playground swing: the motion was natural and did not require much effort or attention.
Master Dave remained motionless, as he had done when he penetrated me in the swimming pool. But this time, I was allowed to move. I used the sling motion to rock my body back and forth, sliding up and down his rigid cock. Sometimes I swung too far back and his cock slid out, but as I swung forward again he slammed back into me.
There was a certain genius to this activity. Master Dave did not have to make any effort. Basically, the bottom was fucking the top. In this sense, I was doing all the work and I was servicing him. In that way, it was similar to my giving blow job. The top just relaxed and let me do all the work.
The sling allowed an almost perfect angle of penetration, and kept my legs up and out of the way. As the minutes passed, though, the slower pace of the motion went from teasing and tantalizing to frustrating. Master Dave lost his patience and finally grabbed my thighs, pulled me close, and took over the thrusting himself.
As he rushed toward the finish line, we made a lot of noise. The chains of the sling clanged, Master Dave grunted, and I moaned. Finally, Master Dave asked me if I wanted his seed. I gave an enthusiastic "yes." He told me I must beg him for his seed.
So I did as he instructed me. I began asking him to give it to me, to give it all to me, that I needed it. "Please, Sir. Please, Sir."
He came with a roar. There was something about my begging him for it that drove him wild and drove him over the edge. It always astonishes me how simply stating the truth out loud can be so powerful. Of course, I wanted him. Of course, I wanted his seed. Of course, I wanted him to fuck me like a jackhammer. He was the one who had been holding us back, who told me to sit still. But when I began to clamor for those things with my voice, it revved him up to a powerful climax.
After he finished, we were still for a couple of minutes as we caught our breath and came back down to earth. JT still stood next to my head, and Chris was still standing behind his Master, his forearms loosely draped over Master Dave's shoulders. Master Dave asked Chris for a towel and a glass of water.
After he'd had a sip of water and toweled off the lube from his cock and my hole, he helped me out of the sling. He warned me that I might be a little light headed as I sort of hopped and slid out of the sling onto my feet.
"And now," Master Dave said, "we're going to have a little competition. The two boys will get up on the platform and compete to get each other off. The contest ends when one of them gives up his load. The one who does not lose his load will be the winner, and he will get boy's choice."
JT had given me a boy's choice at the end of the weekend I had spent with him. I had asked for a scenario in which I would shoot my load while he was fucking me. It had been great. Now, in this elaborate dungeon with three sexy gay men on hand, a boy could concoct a truly amazing scenario. The question was which boy was going to win that opportunity.
Master Dave was looping some rope around Chris's torso. What he was actually doing, he explained, was pinning one of Chris's arms to his side. Chris had some physical advantages over me, so this was a "handicap" to make the match more fair.
We hopped up onto the platform. I was imagining some kind of mutual masturbation. I was wondering whether Chris had already shot a load with my Sir when they had been in the dungeon earlier. That would give him an advantage over me, since I was already over-stimulated and ready to pop my load.
But I did not understand that the real nature of the contest was more like wrestling. Chris leaned low, heaved himself against me, knocking me down onto the mat. In an instant, I was flat on my back, with Chris straddling me. I was gazing up at his backside. He spit on his free hand, and started jacking me.
If this kept up, I probably had less than a minute before tossing my load. It was an exhilarating moment. I was being forcibly held in place by a man's muscular body. And what a body! Chris had big, strong, athletic thighs. And he was using those thighs to hold me captive. Those thighs were spread wide to straddle me, so his hips were parted and his hole was fully on display. It was a dusky red star, shining brightly in contrast with his deeply tanned hips and legs.
Chris was dominating me with the sheer force of his bare body. It was primal. It would have been rapture for me if he was unattractive. But the visible perfection of his body made for an even higher level of ecstasy. I heard a chuckle from Master Dave. The icing on the cake for me was that my submission was on full display, entertaining and hopefully arousing JT and Master Dave. I was being forcefully dominated by a slave, submissive on submissive.
Chris was jerking me energetically and furiously. If he had been using a gentler touch, I would have come sooner. I was able to pry one of my arms free. In a single motion, I lifted my head up and went straight for his beautiful hole with my lips and tongue. Simultaneously, I reached around with my free hand and started jerking him. His dick was rigid. He jerked and yelped with surprise.
JT and Master Dave cheered for me and the move I had made. But Chris hopped off of me, and before I could make another move, he slid down and wrapped his free arm around my knees. I was pinned again, this time by my lower body. He maneuvered my cock into his mouth and began to suck me.
My arms were free, but I could not pull myself out from under him. The sudden shift from the rough grip of his hand on my cock to his gentle, wet mouth was catapulting me toward orgasm. I made fists and pounded the mat. I tried to pull his head off of me with my hands. That was a mistake. My hands gripped his hair. His hair was California blonde, shiny and lustrous. It was soft and silky, but it was also slightly sweaty. The beauty and the sensuality together were just too much, and I was just too close to the edge. I shot my load.
Orgasms feel good, and I enjoy mine as much as the next guy. But in my experiences as a submissive, I am sometimes "forced" to ejaculate in a manner imposed by my Sir. It can be deeply gratifying submission, or it can be frustrating. (And both can be pleasing to a Sir.) This occasion was definitely frustration. In this case, the tsunami of physical pleasure was accompanied by defeat. The howling of my orgasm was both pleasure and protest.
Chris made sure to finish the job. He sucked out every drop, and then waited a couple of minutes to lick and suck up any lingering ooze. I winced as he took advantage of my post-orgasm sensitivity. He smiled and winked at me as he clambered off of my body and off of the raised platform. I slowly regrouped and crawled off the platform.
"Congratulations, Chris," Master Dave said. "You have earned the boy's choice. Do you know what you want?"
Chris was definitely puffed up by his victory over me. He looked at Dave with what Texans call a "shit-eating grin." Very big, very smug, very pleased with himself. He didn't say a work. He just grinned.
"All right," said Master Dave, slightly rolling his eyes. "Suspension bondage is what it will be." Apparently, that was Chris's favorite. He didn't even have to name it.
"This is going to take some time," Master Dave said to JT. "This might be a good time to take your boy out and show him the bunk house.
"If he were my boy," Master Dave continued, "I wouldn't miss the opportunity to dunk him in the tank."
Our boy Sam has been well-fucked and well-sucked in Master Dave's dungeon. It's too bad he didn't win the boy's choice. But maybe he will have a role to play in slave boy Chris's fantasy. In the meantime, Sam and JT will be visiting the old bunk house of the naked cowboys. Keep reading to see what that's like.
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