Ste 115 2

by Jake Ward

  "Would you like for me to stop biting those delicious nipples of yours bitch," he asked as he raised his head and looked into 113's face? 113 struggled with himself, knowing what he wanted to say to this bastard, and knowing what he had to say to him. Finally, breathing heavily to control the pain his balls were enduring, he said, "Please Sir, please, I want you to enjoy yourself and do whatever you desire. I'm here to please you in any way I can," he finally choked out.

  X laughed out loud, loving the submissiveness he found in this girl, she could be the one........she could be the one. "If you want to please me cunt, start using that mouth for something other than empty words..........pleasure me bitch."

  113 had to struggle a little to get up enough to reach Mr. X's cock. He had been face down when X took off his bathrobe, so he was seeing it for the first time. Mr. X might be disappointing in some ways, but his cock was anything but, it was huge. How did this guy, this geek, get such a big dick. 113 knew he'd never get it all in his mouth, but he also knew that he'd try as hard as he could. He was a Sex Toy, and this guy was the one playing with him.

  He brought his red lips to the head of Mr. X's cock and began to lick it. He kept licking for a little while, then began to lick his piss slit, pushing his tongue into it just a little as one of the Bosses had taught him to do. Then he took the head of his cock into his mouth, again using his tongue to bathe the corona around the base of the head. X moaned with delight, but instead of letting up his pressure on 113's nuts, actually squeezed a little harder.

  "Pleasure and pain bitch, pleasure and pain, that's what a lot of this is about. My pleasure and your pain. Any problem with that cunt?"

  "No Sir, no problem Sir," he gasped as he thought his balls would be crushed to nothing. He decided his only hope was to make X feel so good that he'd forget about his balls for a little while. He went to work on that cock. Licking it, swallowing it, deep throating as much as he could, feeling that enormous head press deep into his throat, but still not getting it all. That's when he noticed.........when he was deep throating X, X began to lay back a little more, moan with pleasure, and most important of all, began to release some of the pressure on his balls. That was all it took. 113 was all over that cock, coming down on it as hard as he could, ramming that head into his throat. It wasn't as bad because he was over X, so he was the one pushing down on the cock, he had a chance to control his breathing, but soon, X let go of his balls and began pushing his head down further on his cock. Out of the frying pan, into the fire, 113 thought as he began to gag on X's cock.

  "Take it all cunt, take it all! Get it good and wet because that's all I'm using to fuck you bitch," he said as he let go of 113's head long enough to soundly slap his face, then grabbed his hair again. Now he was setting the pace for 113, and it was getting harder to breathe, but there were no options for him except to suck, as deeply as he could.

  Then X slapped him again and told him "to bite the bed and get his cunt in the air. NOW!!"

  113 moved as quickly as he could, making his ass available for this man. If his hands had been free, he would have reached back and spread his cheeks apart for him, but X seemed to find the spot with little difficulty. In only seconds, 113 felt the sizable intruder pressing at the door of his ass. In only seconds more, the intruder was all the way in, causing 113 to scream again, this time deep and long. X realized that he enjoyed the screaming, so he pressed in as hard and quickly as he could. Then pulled out almost all the way, only to ram his well salivated cock back into that sweet hole. He enjoyed his houses, he enjoyed his cars, he enjoyed much of his life, but he knew that he was going to enjoy this aspect of his life more than most of the others. It fed an urge deep inside him, and gave him some peace with his past. If the price was the freedom of this little bitch, X was willing to pay it.

  The two attained a kind of rhythm, X fucking as hard as he could, and 113 trying to take it without being split open. When X's breathing began to get a little more rapid, 113 hoped that it would soon be over, but it wasn't going to be that easy for him. As X neared his climax he reached around and grabbed 113's nipples again. He began to savagely pull, squeeze and twist them. 113 began to scream all over again, and that was the sound X wanted. Whoever went home with this monster, they would soon learn that he couldn't cum with one of his bitches, unless they were screaming in pain. 113 was so focused on the pain his tits were enduring that he was mostly unaware of X's final groans of pleasure, as he shot cord after cord of cum up this bitch's cunt. God he felt great. Maybe he'd take two..............

  While Mr. X was resting a bit before his next interviews, Holt was bringing 103 and 105 to Mr. Y's room. "Needless to say dick heads, you had better do everything this guy asks of you, and do it well, or you'll be answering to me." Both the slaves were terrified. 103 had been picked for an interview once before, but not sold, and this was the first time anyone had asked for 105. He just assumed most of these bastards were racists, but since he didn't want to become anyone's slave it was no loss to him. He was a bit surprised that this guy had asked for him. After he had used him as a toilet, 105 vowed he'd kill him someday. It seemed he'd made that vow a lot in the past few months, he hoped Allah would give him a chance to fulfill at least one of them.

  Holt placed both of the slaves before the door and then knocked. "Come in," Mr. Y said from the other side. Holt opened the door then led the slaves in while holding a shoulder of each.

  "Thank you so much for your help with this Mr.........huh, what is your name young man?"

  "Holt, Sir, and I'm glad to help in any way I can. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised with both of these slaves Sir, they're both good sex toys."

  "Well, I liked the look of them, and the feel," Y said as he reached down and took 103's ball sac into his one hand and 105's into the other. As he looked at each of them he began to squeeze those delicious orbs, watching as both slaves began to struggle with the pain, but each kept their position. Neither tried to pull away from him. "Tell me Holt, have you participated in the training of these two slaves?"

  "Yes Sir, from the day each one was brought in Sir. We got them about the same time, and each has been in captivity for a little over five months. It's a good length of time Sir," Holt said, as if he were an authority on all aspects of training a slave, and not the new kid on the block around here with just over one year's experience. "In that amount of time, the slave settles into his captivity, calms down a bit, becomes a much more pliable animal."

  "I see," Y responded as he continued to cause excruciating pain to both slaves. "Well, this won't be my first slave, but I'm getting bored with the one I have, and I thought an addition to the stable might prick my interest again. Speaking of pricks, both of these boys are nicely endowed. YOU!, he snapped at 103, on the floor on your back!" 103 jumped to comply with the order. "Now....YOU!, straddle your sister on the floor, putting your dick in his mouth and taking his in yours, but stay in push up position, don't lie on him."

  In seconds 103 and 105 were in the position demanded by Y. "Now make sure each of you gets the other one hard and wet," and they did just that. Y too was enjoying the control he now had over these two beautiful specimens, but he was just playing with them for a minute. He had a special interest today, something he'd been thinking about that he thought could be a lot of fun for a good while to come.

  As Holt retreated to stand by the door, present, but not too present, so that Mr. Y could enjoy his toys, Y dropped his robe exposing his very average body in this room of hunks and lying on his back on the bed. "Both of you up here, NOW!" he demanded, "get to work on my cock both of you. I want you to fight over being the one with my cock in his mouth, after all, there could be a reward for the winner."

  103 and 105 jumped to the bed, each getting on one side of Mr. Y, each bending down and each licking his cock at the same time. He was getting hard with all the attention, and he definitely liked the eye candy around the room. Each slave was struggling to lick his cock, and he loved that. Being thi
s rich had its pleasures, and this was certainly one of them. Money may not be muscle, but by God it was power, true power, because here he was with these muscled boys, and who was getting his dick sucked.........he was, and only him. No, between muscle and money, he'd take money anytime, he thought as he chuckled a little to himself.

  As he lay there letting both slaves struggle to get at his dick, both of their faces now wet with saliva as each pressed is face against Y's soaking cock, but neither giving the other control. They'd been ordered to fight over it, and that's what they would do. In all the grunting and pushing, the taking the head for a minute, only to lose it to the other and struggle to get it back, Y was getting one of the best blow jobs he'd ever experienced. He could feel the explosion of cum building up in his ball sac, and decided he'd add a little wood to the fire.

  "God, I'm about to shoot girls, and the one with the most cum in her mouth will get a reward. Get as much as you can, each of you, don't swallow a drop, any second...............yes............yes.......YES...........TAKE IT ALL BITCHES.........." he shouted as he began to erupt. He'd always been a big cummer, and this was big even for him. 105 had Y in his mouth when he began to shoot, and tried to keep him there, but after only a couple of cords of cum, 103 was able to squeeze his mouth over Y's head. He was rewarded with several more cords of cum, only to lose it again to 105. Neither of these men in their wildest imaginations had ever dreamed that they would be fighting over the privilege of letting a man cum in his mouth more than someone else's. The five months and made them slaves in more ways than they realized.

  Finally, as Y began to relax, each slave held a good load of cum in his mouth, and each hoped he had more than the other. Holt found himself looking on the scene in disgust with both the slaves, but then he never thought very much about either one of them He wished this guy would buy them both and make room for some better stock, but he would never say anything like that. It wouldn't bother him if he never saw this rag head or spic again.

  "Now, as a reward for such a nice job on me each of you can now cum."

  Holt couldn't believe his ears........rewarding slaves and letting them cum???

  "I want each of you to beat off while you're looking into each other's eyes, but you must take turns cumming, because each of you will hold all the cum of the other in your mouth, with my cum. And to make it a little easier on you, each of you may deposit a bit of my cum on the other's hand to beat off with," Y found himself chuckling a little again as he saw the shock in both slave's eyes, along with the realization that they had better get busy and obey.

  Each slave deposited a bit of Y's cum in the other's palm, then each began to beat off.

  "Now let's make this a bit more interesting, shall we? When you're about to cum, let the other slave know it by slapping them in the face. That slave must then immediately get his mouth over the head, and only the head, of the other slave and take his cum. The first to cum will get a reward, but, and pay attention now," he said as he'd noticed each slave had started beating off, trying to get an edge on the other, "if you slap the other slave, you must start shooting by the time I count to three. I'll start counting as soon as you slap him, he must get his mouth on your cock head immediately, but you must come on the count of three. If you don't, you will be severely punished. Now, doesn't that all sound like some fun, so get at it!"

  They both knew that timing was going to be everything in this little game, and they also knew that each one wanted to cum first. Both slaves were stroking in earnest. Each had beautiful cocks, that Y was enjoying watching being stroked. Holt was impressed with this old guy's imagination. It was actually getting kind of hot watching to see which one of these slaves could shoot in the other's mouth first.

  "Don't forget, each of you must cum, and each of you must take the other's cum in his mouth. Cum on ladies, which one of you wants to win the prize," and with this he slapped both of them on their beautiful asses, causing each of them to jump in surprise. He liked the reaction so much he did it several more times. God, this was fun.

  105 could feel himself getting close, but he also knew that he had to be very close to cum by the count of three. He could sense that 103 was also getting close, DAMN, he jumped again as this asshole slapped his ass again. All he could taste was this foul creature's cum.........focus........damn it..........focus........DAMN, keep you bloody hands off my ass, he thought.

  Now! He was getting very close, just a little more, he could see 103 beginning to raise his hand, his shot out like a whip, slapping 103 hard across the face. 103 was furious, but knew he had to save that for later, he went down, taking 105's head into his mouth and heard the count.........1..............2...............3, AAAGGGGHHHHH........105 groaned as he came into 103's mouth just as Y said 3. He shot cord after cord of cum into this infidel's mouth. It felt wonderful to shoot into a warm wet hole.

  103 was really mad, but there was nothing he could do except take 105's load. It wasn't like he hadn't sucked every other slave in the compound many times. All of them had, but he'd wanted to win. Almost as soon a 105 finished shooting, 103 raised up on his knees again and slapped 105 across the face. He may have used a bit more force than necessary, since he noticed a little cum dripping out of his mouth, but that was just too bad.

  105 quickly dropped down onto 103's cock head, and Y had barely said "One," when he shot his very respectable load into 105's waiting mouth. 105 hated the taste of cum, didn't think he'd ever get used to it, and now he had two loads from two different men in his mouth. 103 shot several times so now both of them were almost literally dripping cum from their mouths.

  Mr. Y was delighted, this was going better than he'd expected. "Holt, I wonder if I could ask a favor of you, I don't want to overstep my place, but you could really help me out here if you wouldn't mind."

  "Certainly Sir," Holt responded coming over to the bed, "anything that I can do, I'd be more than happy to do for you."

  "Well the thing is I want to watch each of these slaves being fucked. I'm looking for something in particular in their reaction, and I wouldn't be able to see that if I was the one fucking them. Could I impose upon you to be the one to do the honors, and I would especially appreciate it, if you could be particularly rough with them."

  Holt smiled broadly and responded, "Mr. Y, I'd be glad to fuck them both to kingdom come if that's what you would like Sir."

  "Oh excellent, that's really the spirit, and I appreciate that more than you know. I'll be sure to mention to the Doctor how helpful you were for me. Now since I want to see their face part of the time and also to hear them as they're roughly ridden, we'll let the one waiting hold all the cum for the other. Why don't we start with 105 there, after all, he won the jack off race. Have him put all that cum into 103's mouth, and 103 will hold it while you take 105 for a little ride."

  "I think you're a fucking genius if you don't mind me saying, Sir," Holt said with a little awe in his voice.

  "Why thank you Mr. Holt, that's good of you to say," he said as 105 and 103 look at each other, knowing they've both been fucked, and are about to be fucked again.

  "Get rid of that cum slave, 103 will gladly hold it all for you while you play with Mr. Holt," Mr. Y said while smiling at 105.

  105 couldn't believe his ears, this sadist was as bad as Trainer in his own way, and he was interested in him, could his life get any worse. Oh wait, he was about to be fucked by the bastard Holt, yes, it could and would get worse. He moved over to 103, who lowered his head to receive the cum 105 was holding in his mouth. Then he saw Holt stepping out of the short leather pants he'd been wearing as part of his uniform that day.

  "I wonder if you'd mind lubricating yourself with the saliva deep in the cunt's throat," Y asked Holt?

  "Not at all Sir, sounds perfect," he responded has he pushed 105 to his knees and rammed his cock viciously into his mouth. He wasn't worried about hurting him because he could honestly say that the buyer ordered him to make it rough. This was going to be fun. 105 was c
hoking and gagging as Holt continued to ram his cock in and out of his mouth. He didn't expect any mercy, and wasn't disappointed. Holt rammed his cock deep into his throat, pulling up a lot of phlegm on his cock head each time he pulled out. It felt great, and he was going to really enjoy this. He hated both these slaves, and now, under orders from an important customer, he was going to fuck them raw.

  He continued to slick up his cock for a few more minutes..........tears were rolling down 105's face from the gagging and choking on Holt's cock. 105 hated being faced fucked, but he especially hated it when the guy was uncut, like Holt. It reminded him that it was an infidel's cock in his mouth, and was particularly unclean because of the foreskin. But there was nothing he could do about any of this now except struggle not to choke to death on it.

  Finally, Holt was satisfied that his cock was slick enough for his own pleasure, he didn't give a shit about the slave's pleasure. He pulled out and slapped 105 viciously across the face. "Now get up, turn around, face Mr. Y, and grab your ankles, dick wad."

  105 got into position, and Y had a wonderful view. This was exactly what he wanted. He was already being rewarded by looking into 105's hate filled eyes. That's what always did it for him. He expected the submission, but he relished the fact that the slave still had a fire of hatred in him, that he hated what was being done to him. He was only submitting because there was no other choice, literally. That's what excited Y, it always had, and that's what he wanted in a slave. He saw it in 105.