I grabbed on to his ass and pulled him closer to me, encouraging him to hump me, and my hips met his thrusts. So this is what it felt like to have a foreskin. It felt wonderful.
His hand jacked our cocks at the same time. They seemed to have turned into one huge penis that two could share at the same time. His sensation was my sensation. Our hips rocked and humped. My hands worked his ass. My fingers were slippery and found his tight sphincter. My index finger circled the tight ring and touched the deep pucker in the center.
With each orbit of my finger, our hips continued to hump back and forth. Giovanni pushed back onto my finger. I pressed deeper with each pass, and he pushed back harder. His sphincter acted like a mouth, sucking on my finger, drawing it inside, deeper. I pushed. He pulled. Another pelvic thrust, and my finger went in.
Our rhythm quickened.
The foreskin hood added suction and more pre-cum added to the seal. Giovanni’s hand stroked our two-man tube. Eighteen inches of male pleasure spanned us, joined us, became us. Pearls seeped out the seal and lubricated our shaft. His hand ran down my shaft to the hilt and back to his. He spread more pre-cum with each pass. Our hips rocked back and forth. I fucked his foreskin and it sucked my cock. Tension grew from the base of my penis and pressure built in my balls. My finger sank deeper and deeper, seeking his prostate gland. Faster and deeper, faster, deeper. My finger found the magic spot and pressed his button. An eruption exploded from his cock, filling the small skin pocket with hot, wet thickness. The extra lube and warmth sprayed out of the seal and ran down the length of my shaft, into my curly hair. As the wave hit, my balls released and matched his load. Giovanni’s hand never stopped. He continued the entire length and more cum spilled out of the joint and spread across our cocks. My finger continued to stimulate his gland, sending wave after wave, hump after hump. As our climaxes ended, he pulled back. His foreskin suction popped loudly. My cock strained forward for more. My penis didn’t want to release his yet.
I sat back, spent. Giovanni found his legs were unable to hold him up. He collapsed on the bench next to me. “Wow, was that wild.” He ruffled my hair as our breath returned to normal.
I reached for my wallet. Giovanni held my wrist.
“What?” I asked confused.
“Why don’t we settle up at your place? I get off in a few minutes, we could go out for dinner and make a night of it.”
“I’m staying at a hotel,” I said.
“No problem, we can settle up there too.”
“My room has a Jacuzzi.”
“It may take us all night to square up,” Giovanni said as we walked out of the booth.
“I hope so,” I said. “I hope so.” And it did.
Sold to the Highest Bidder
Christopher Pierce
It had been nearly a year since I had been claimed as a slaveboy, but I still didn’t really believe my Master owned me.
It was all a game, wasn’t it? I thought. We’re role-playing these parts because we get off on it—we pretend to be Master and slave because that’s how we like to see our relationship.
But it wasn’t real.
I even had the nerve to say that to Him.
Did I have a lesson to learn.
I was speaking out of turn, I knew that, but I don’t think I fully realized what deep shit I was in until I said that.
We were arguing about something, I don’t even remember what, and He had gotten me so angry that I finally just said I wasn’t going to do it and He didn’t own me.
He went dead silent.
After fifteen minutes of talking and yelling, He just stopped. Somehow this was more frightening than anything that had ever happened between us.
He just stared at me with those eyes, eyes so dark and deep they were impossible to read.
I had gone too far, that was clear. But was there still time to save my ass?
No, I realized when He got up suddenly and I felt a chill go down my spine.
“Assume the position, boy,” He said. The time for belligerence was over. I instantly dropped to my knees and put my hands behind my back. He walked into another room and opened some cabinet doors, then went into the kitchen.
With my head bowed, I couldn’t see what He was doing, but I felt a cold wave of fear wash over me when I heard the sound of a knife being drawn from the rack.
Oh God, what is He going to do? I thought.
His heavy footsteps filled my ears again and His workboots filled my vision as He stepped in front of me.
Without any warning my Master grabbed the collar of my shirt and yanked it up so there was a gap between my neck and the fabric. I heard a tearing sound and realized He was cutting my shirt off with the knife.
“Hey!” I said. Now this is going too far, I thought. “What the fuck do you think you are?”
The blow that hit the side of my face was more powerful than any I had received before. It sent me sprawling onto my side, and all my anger was replaced with fear. I must have let out a whimper because “Shut up, you miserable slave!” was the next thing I heard.
He grabbed me by the shoulders and lifted me up, setting me back in the position. I quickly put my hands behind my back again.
“What am I?” He said. “I’m your Master, you little ass-eating cock-sucking piss-drinking dog, and you’re never going to forget that after tonight!”
He finished cutting my shirt to shreds and yanked it off me, then ordered me to lift my ass off the ground. I wanted to whine in fear but knew better than to make any noise. He slid the knife between my shorts and my ass and sliced through the cloth, cutting the shorts cleanly off and leaving me naked and shivering on the floor.
Then cold steel was on my wrists as He bound my hands together with those cuffs from the United Kingdom that won’t hurt you even if they’re on you for days. I smelled leather as He slapped a collar around my neck and padlocked it on, fastening it tighter than He ever had before. My vision went black as He blindfolded me and I tasted something firm and sour as He stuck a dildo gag in my mouth and tied it tight around my head.
I knew it had been soaked in His piss.
“Get up, boy,” He said as He yanked on my wrists. The pain was sharp and harsh, and I got to my feet as quickly as I could. I felt His hand on my neck and I was pushed forward. I stumbled through His house as best I could, trying to go where He wanted me to but making frequent mistakes and getting slapped hard on the ass every time.
Then we entered a place where the air was cold and smelled like gasoline. The garage, I thought, just as He kicked my legs out from under me and I tumbled forward into something hard and small. I couldn’t see anything with the blindfold, but I could definitely sense the darkness closing in when I heard the sound of a heavy door slamming shut.
Then I heard another door open and I got what was happening—I was in the trunk of His car and He was starting the ignition.
Now I got scared. What was this about? Where was He taking me? My mind raced with possibilities—was He taking me to one of His friends’ dungeons to punish me? to a bar to publicly humiliate me? to some faraway place to leave me stranded?
I wouldn’t put any of those things past Him—I had never seen Him this angry before.
After a long time the car stopped and He took me out of the trunk.
“Just walk when I push you, slave,” He said. “And don’t make a fucking sound if you want that hide of yours to stay so goddamn pretty.” He pushed me roughly forward and I moved as quickly as I could.
We were outside for a minute and then entered some enclosure. There was no noise. Can’t be a bar, I thought. Or a friend’s house. I would have heard them talking.