Master's Fucktoy Pt. 04

He gave a sigh of satisfaction. He'd been in this town for three days now, meeting with current and prospective clients but with only one meeting left, he'd soon be able to enjoy a few days of R & R. He reached for his cup of coffee and took a sip before setting it down on the side table next to the leather chair in which he sat, completely naked.

"Mmm, that feels good, slut," he said, crooning the words to his slave who was kneeling between his legs, its mouth suctioned on his cock like a baby bird enjoying a fat, tasty worm. "Keep that up and Master is going to give you a treat." Tenderly, he brushed its hair as it diligently sucked him.

His slave's hand gently cradled its Master's balls as it continued to work oral magic on his cock. This slave loved sucking its Master's cock, loved the sounds of pleasure he made and the way he thrusts into its mouth when he was close to coming, the way he was starting to thrust now.

With his hands on each side of his slave's head, Master held it close to him while roughly jerking his slave on and off his cock. Each choking, gagging sound brought him closer to release. "Suck, slut, suck as hard as you can." He loved the way it was hoovering his fat cock while its tongue wetly laved his meat. "Gonna come soon, slave, get ready to swallow it all." He groaned as he felt his slave suck harder, as though trying to suck the cum into its hungry mouth.

He spread his legs wider, humping up into his slave's face, his hands laced behind its head so it was forced to take every inch into its throat.

As its Master's movements became more frantic, his slave slithered its tongue over the veiny surface of his cock, managing to stick it out far enough to reach the root.

It was the feel of its tongue sliding beneath his balls that did it for him, knowing he was fully buried in his slave's slutty mouth. Giving a last vicious jab, he froze, body tense, as his balls unleashed their slimy gift.

"Aaanngghhhh!" he bellowed, filling the inside of his slave's gullet with hot, thick seed. "Swallow it," he gasped, "every fucking drop!" His hands pulled his slave tightly to his crotch, keeping his cock deep in its throat so that its lips were squashed against his body. "Fuck yes!" he grunted, his hips pumping out the last few drops. Shuddering with satisfaction, his tension now released, he fell back against the chair as his cock slithered from his slave's throat. He panted hard, his heart pounding. Reaching down, he gently stroked his finger along the side of his slave's face. "Thank you slut, you are always good to your Master."

His slave smiled happily. Master's praise was like a drug to it, one it couldn't get enough of, and the same was true for his cock. it leaned close and placed a kiss on the head before its tongue cleaned him, making sure to lick up every trace of his cum. Master always made his slave feel so good, that some days it felt like there was nothing it wouldn't do for him.

Even though he'd been busy the past few days, he had made sure they had a nice room it could enjoy when work took him out of the hotel and he always made sure his slave had some cash to spend. While it was sometimes a little lonely during the days, nighttime was a different matter. In the evenings, Master took his slave to see some of the entertainment around town and, once back in their hotel room, he fucked it hard and often. Some mornings, it was a wonder his slave could even walk but it didn't care because it loved being Master's dominated plaything more than anything.

Now that it had been introduced to the pleasure that a man's cock and fingers could give, it was like it was addicted and couldn't get enough of it. Knowing that, Master took advantage of the situation, sticking his cock in its mancunt as often as he liked, which was a lot.

The slave sighed happily as it rested against his leg, its cheek cushioned on his thigh. The slave wondered what other people would think if they could see them now, it sitting at its Master's feet, his cum nestled in its belly. They'd probably think it was a total pervert, and him too, but it didn't care. If being a total pervert meant making Master come like this several times a day, it would accept the title with pride.

"You're gonna wear me out, slave."

His slave laughed. "That's not true. You want it as many times a day as i do, usually more!"

He grinned. "You got me there," he said, ruffling its hair. He had lost count of the number of times he had fucked his slave since their relationship of sexual slavery and domination had started. Most days they fucked four or five times. It's like once having wetted his cock in his slave's mancunt, he couldn't get enough of it. It was tight and hot and when it came, it was like an explosion in its hole, each clench and spasm squeezing his cock hard. Feeling his slave cumming on his cock almost always triggered him.

Hell, he hadn't had as much sex in the last few years combined as he'd had with his slave the past couple of weeks and he was almost like a teenager again in his recovery power. It didn't take long after coming before he was ready to go again and he credited the taboo nature of their relationship for having that effect on him. It was damn exciting to know he was blasting his seed into this male slave's cunt night after night.

His slave knew that its Master had to leave soon for a meeting but it still hadn't come and it wanted so much. it played with his cock, smiling as it started to harden.

"You need to come, slut?"

His slave shivered. "Yes Master, i do."

"It'll have to be a quickie; Master doesn't have much time left." His cock was already throbbing and stiff as he leaned down to haul his slave up onto his lap. "Spread your ass for your Master, slut," watching as his slave did just that, making it easy for him to plant his cock at its entrance. With his slave facing him, he pulled it down, groaning with pleasure at the feel of its mancunt clutching his shaft.

"Oh Master!" his slave cried, shivering softly as its Master forced himself into the depths of its bowels.

He captured his slave's lips, kissing it deeply. No matter how many times he had his slave, it would never be enough. He loved everything about it: its hair, its eyes, its build that made it easy to manipulate, its nipples that hardened so nice, inviting his mouth to suck and bite and lick them, its ass that looked great when reddened by a spanking. But mostly its tight hole that felt as though it was custom made for his fat cock. Even after he had fucked it as hard and often as he had, even regularly with his fist, it still felt wonderful tight.

With his right arm wrapped around his slave's waist and his left under one of its legs, he started to lift his fucktoy on and off his cock. He loved the yelps and moans it made as he began to pound his slave hard and fast, slamming it down with such force it's a wonder he didn't punch right through it. "Like that, slut? Like how it feels to have Master's cock jabbing deep and hard into you?"

His slave's eyes were closed, its head tossed back, its clit jiggling wildly with each thrust. "Yes, Master, it feels delicious! I'm going to come soon."

"Do it, slut, come all over your Master!"

He continued to pound his slave, the sound of their slapping flesh loud in the hotel room. He wasn't really fucking his slave at this moment, he was masturbating with it, using it like a living, breathing Fleshlight in order to come quickly. Only this Fleshlight gasped and moaned each time he slammed it on and off his needy cock.

"Gonna come any minute now, slut," he gasped, "touch your clit."

His slave breathed heavily as its fingers found its clit and pulled desperately at it. "i love your cock, Master!"

Master feathered small nips along his slave's neck and shoulder, wishing he had more time to spend with it before his meeting. "Master's gonna mark you so you don't forget who owns you, slave," saying the words as his balls begin to tingle. He nuzzled the tender skin of his slave's chest and then bit hard. The small scream that spilled from its throat as he marked his slave, along with the way its mancunt involuntarily clenched tightly on his cock in reaction was enough to send him over the edge. He slammed his slave down hard, going deeply into it, the same way his teeth now ground into its flesh, leaving marks. He might be giving his slave a little pain but its body was learning to love it because the instant he bit, he felt its cunt ripple tightly around his cock.

"Aaahhhhhh, Master!" his slave squealed, its hips jerking out of control while squirting.

Master held his slave tightly to his body as it slumped against him, limp from its hard orgasm. He pressed his lips to its mouth. "Master owns you, slave. Don't ever doubt it."

His slave looked up, lips trembling in reaction. "i know, Master! i never knew sex like this could be this good."

He smiled, kissing his slave. "And you will always obey your Master, slave, don't you forget that." With a sigh of regret, he lifted his slave off his cock and stood it on its feet, seeing his seed dripping from its cunt. He cupped his hands between its legs and once his cum had oozed into it, rubbed the cream onto its chest, marking it with his scent. He stared at its body, now shiny with his cum, wishing he could stay longer to enjoy his slut. "I need to shower and get to my meeting and no, you aren't showering with me," he said, seeing the look in its eyes. "If I get you in there with me, I'll be fucking you all over again and this meeting is too important to miss."

"Yes, Master," his slave said plaintively because it wanted more time with him and his cock. "I'll miss you while you're gone."

"I'd rather stay here and fuck the hell out of you, my slut, but once this meeting is over, we will have plenty of time to play the next few days."

His slave nodded happily. "Sounds great, Master!"

"Good slave, have fun while I'm gone."

After Master had left, his slave showered and put some clothes on before deciding to visit the casino to pass the time.

The slave decided to try its hand at blackjack, spending almost an hour at the table before being forced to call it quits when it spent its last chip.

"Not having much luck today, huh? Here, maybe this will help."

The slave looked up, surprised when a man who had been watching handed it a stack of chips. The slave wasn't sure if it should accept or not.

He seemed to understand its hesitancy. "Go on. I'll just lose them anyway if my luck holds the way it has been. Maybe you will do better," he said, smiling in a kind way.

"Thanks, that's really nice of you!" The slave took the small stack from his hand, noting how thick and stubby his fingers were. it wondered if his cock was the same. "If I win anything, I'll split it with you."

He grinned. "That's a deal."

The slave blushed because it wasn't used to getting attention from other men. He had dark eyes and grey hair and he was a big man, as tall as its Master but with a heavy physique that proclaimed his love of food... yet he was beefy and solid rather than fat. His eyes were kind but there was something that said his interest wasn't entirely innocent.

Unfortunately, the slave had no more luck playing with his money than it had with its own. "Sorry," it apologized, "I was hoping to end up with enough to buy us a drink."

Greg Banning tilted his head at its words. "You are thirsty, huh?" as an image of sucking cum from his cock suddenly blasted in his head, making his cock stiffen in his pants. "Well, that's easily fixed. Come, my treat," he said, setting off in the direction of a restaurant.

"But that's not fair," the slave protested, going with him, "I lost your money so you shouldn't have to buy me a drink."

"Don't worry," he chuckled, "I'll get something out of it."

The slave smiled as the man reached for its hand. The slave knew that Master wouldn't be happy if it went off with a strange man but it was exciting. Besides, what could happen in a public restaurant?

Greg took it into one of the restaurants and asked the hostess for his usual booth, one tucked into a corner that guaranteed almost complete privacy. He was surprised that this man had come with him so readily and hoped he'd be as easy to convince to do other things as well.

He had noticed the slave the instant it had entered the casino because of the distinct markings of its cock and balls in its pants, seemingly not wearing any underpants. His fingers itched to take of his pants. And he was hoping to have a chance to impale this man on his cock today.

Once in their half-round booth, he ordered appetizers and drinks. And seeing it drinking made him hopeful of it drinking his cum as well.

"Give us some privacy for a while." Greg told the waitress. The woman looked bored, as though seeing two men together like this was something she saw hundreds of times a day. With a shrug, she walked off.

With the waitress gone, Greg let his eyes rest on the slave's crotch, the fabric of the pants clearly showing the outline of its cock and balls. "Guess you don't like wearing underwear, huh?"

The slave smiled without answering the question. it knew it was teasing the man, but it was fun.

"Mmm, how interesting you are." He gave him a speculative gaze. "You're looking for a real man to play with? I can treat you really well. I like taking care of men like you." It was possible that he was a male prostitute, there were lots of them, but he didn't think so. There was a certain quality about him that said he was fairly new to sex.

The slave stared into his dark eyes and saw the lust. its clit instantly hardened at the thought of fucking this man and it knew, if not for being in a domination relationship with its Master, it would have fucked this man in a heartbeat. The slave shook its head reluctantly. "I already have someone."

Greg felt a rush of disappointment but wasn't ready to give up. There was something about this man that really excited him. He moved closer, placing his arm along the seat back behind him. "Does this person let you play with others?" His fingers stroking its neck as he waited for an answer.

There was an uncertain look on its face. "Not yet. Our sexual relationship is still kind of new so I'm not sure what he might allow in the future."

Greg reached into his pocket for his money clip, peeling off two $100 bills. He laid them on the table in front of him. "Does this change your mind about having fun with me?"

The slave's eyes widened when seeing the money. It could buy some nice things with that! The slave was tempted but shook its head. "I can't be disloyal to him."

Master had been right about one thing. In this town no one would ever suspect they're kind of relation, not with all the sugar daddies and sugar babies here looking to hook-up. People just assumed that they were a kind of couple and it was exciting to know that Master could kiss his slave in public with no one suspecting the truth of their relationship.

The man gave a sigh as he put the money back in his pocket. "Pity... a loyal man is hard to find. That person is a lucky man. By the way, you can call me Greg."

The slave laughed because it was funny that it had taken chips from a man and had accepted his drink invitation without even knowing his name. "Nice to meet you, Greg."

"Well, I don't suppose you'd take pity on a horny man and let me have just one little feel, as a thank you for your drink and the betting chips?"

"A feel?" The slave wasn't sure about that, but it's not like it was sex and he had been generous.

The slave nodded, an uneasy smile on its face. "Just a little."

The slave looked around. With all of the large potted plants and a tall pillar surrounding their booth, it wasn't like anyone could see them. it found the thought quite exciting. "Okay, but nothing major."

Greg didn't wait for the slave to change its mind, sliding his arm around its shoulder to pull it close. Leaning over, with one hand going down to the slave's crotch, trying to unzip its pants.

The slave, not having expected him to do that "No, wait..." it protested but before it could say more, their lips latched in a deep kiss.

He was a good kisser, his tongue delving between its lips. Giving a shiver, the slave let its own tongue play with his, feeling itself getting harder. There was something erotic about sitting in a public place, a strange man's hand trying to get to its cock and his tongue in its mouth.

Before the slave could try to stop him, Greg's hand unzipped the pants and got his way inside.

The slave pulled back, trying to push his hand away. "No, not there!"

"Naughty man," he whispered in its ear, "you're not wearing any underwear." He resisted slave's effort to push his hand away as his thumb began to rub its clit. "Sure you want me to stop?" As his thumb repeatedly grazed the slippery head, his hand went deeper inside the slave's pants, slipping his middle finger into the slave's asshole and started to pump. "I think you must like this, slut. Because you are getting even harder."

The slave gave a soft gasp as the finger went deep. It felt good but this wasn't right. As it opened its mouth to protest, his lips captured slave's again and he plundered deeply, his tongue playing with its tongue.

The slave shivered because it was exciting to be used like it was a whore for hire. it should tell him to stop but it was already too late. its body was betraying it by consorting with the enemy, its hips jerking in time with the movements of his finger as the slave fucked it back.

"Yes, show me what a whore you really are," he whispered, so no one seated close could hear. "Unzip my pants and take my cock out. Do it, slut!" the last words spoken sharply when the slave hesitated.

With shaking hands, it did as he demanded. His cock was much like his body, thick and powerful. Precum oozed from the tip and its fingers got wet as it started to stroke him.

"What if the waitress comes back?"

He shrugged, not concerned. "It won't be the first time she's seen someone getting sucked off here. Now, speaking of sucking off..." He pushed the slave's head down to his cock, "Open, slut. Show me every lesson you have learned."

The slave felt his cock battering at its lips and knew the best thing to do would be to make him come as quickly as possible so it could leave.

As soon as he felt its lips part, Greg surged into its mouth causing the slave to gag. His hand was on the back of its head, preventing it from pulling away. "Mmm, I love that sound," he groaned. He inserted two more fingers to its slippery asshole, pumping harder. "Suck it, bitch and take my seed." He wished he had him in his bed right now, pushing deep in his hungry hole and filling him with his seed. Grinning at the thought, he started to pump upward, banging the back of its throat.

The slave moved its lips on the man's cock as it sucked, its hands jacking the base. As horny as the man made this slave, it was worried about being caught so it wanted to make him come quick. it knew that Master always comes quick when he uses its throat, so the slave angled its head to facilitate his entry, hearing his surprised grunt when it pushed down, forcing him to sink into its throat.

"Hell yes!" he gasped, "take it all the way down your throat, whore!" His hips jerked frantically as he pounded the slave's face.

Hanging out of its pants, the slave's clit jiggled in time with its movements as he fucked deep. The slave moaned softly as his fingers continued to pump into its asshole.

"Almost there," Greg gasped. He usually could go a lot longer but he'd been half hard ever since he'd first seen this slut. "Come for me, whore!" He hoped he'd come soon because he was so wet, the squelching noise made by his fingers fucking its hole was getting loud and he didn't want to risk some curious customer coming over to have a look. Not that it would have stopped him from using this slut.

The slave was almost there. It was exciting to be used by this stranger. It was hard to believe only a few weeks ago it was a virgin in this and now, it had not only been used in its holes by Master, it was now also sucking off a man it had only met an hour ago and was about to come on his fingers.

The eroticism of the experience became more than its body could bear. Squealing softly, the sound muffled by the thick cock in its mouth, its asshole clenched spasmodically on his fingers while it squirted.

"Man, when you come, you come hard! You're squeezing my fingers off!" said Greg, sounding excited as he rammed his cock in its mouth with frantic thrusts. Withdrawing his fingers from its hole, he used both hands to haul its head on and off his cock as he forced the slave to take him deep. "Get ready to swallow my load, slut," he groaned softly, forcing his cock deep into the slave's throat as he shot his load. "Yes! Take it... take every fucking drop, whore!"

The slave gagged as he forced his cock deep, filling it with his hot seed. its hands pressed against his stomach but he held the slave tightly to his cock, refusing to release the slave until he had used its throat to milk the last of his cum by giving a few short thrusts. Finally, with a grunt of satisfaction, he fell back against the cushions of the booth. "Damn, I needed that more than you know," he said, zipping his pants up.

Now that the slave had come and its need was gone, it was sorry it had done it. It felt like it had betrayed Master. it really was a slut!

Quickly, before zipping up its pants, it cleaned itself between its legs using the napkin to wipe away the cum.

Greg finished his drink as though nothing had happened and he hadn't just had his cock down its throat only seconds before. Standing, he handed a 100 dollar bill with his business card. He hastily wrote his room number on the card. "I am staying in this hotel if you change your mind and decide you want to play with me after all." He tossed a large bill on the table, enough to take care of the drinks and the waitress's tip. "Take care, slut. Hope to hear from you soon." He kissed it hard before walking away.

The slave watched him leave, waiting a few minutes to be sure he was gone before heading off, because it would be awkward riding in the same elevator with him after it had just swallowed his cum. Plus, it wasn't entirely sure that, if he would insist on joining him in his room, it would be able to resist.

Ten minutes later it was back in the room it shared with Master. Master was just finishing up some paperwork and stood up as his slave entered.

"Perfect timing," he said. "I met with my client and have everything settled; the next few days will be devoted entirely to you." He gave his slave a close look, noting that it seemed a bit flushed. "Everything okay? Been winning any money in the casino... or did you spend your time teasing other men instead?" he asked, grinning.

His slave felt horrible. "Oh Master!" it cried out, rushing to say "I am the worst slave in the world."

"Hey, what's this all about?" He frowned as he gently stroked its hair. It wasn't like his slave to behave like this. "What happened, slave?"

Giving a few hiccupping sobs, it kept its face buried against Master's chest, unable to look him in the eye. "I was bad, Master. It just happened, I didn't mean for it to."

"What happened?" Master asked sharply, setting his slave away from him so he could look into its face.

Reluctantly his slave told him, its body shivering in fear at Master's reaction. But it had to be honest. Not telling Master would be like lying and it couldn't do that.

"So basically you let a man fingerfuck you and then you swallowed his cum?"

His slave nodded silently.

"Did you come too?"

His slave hung its head. "Yes, Master."

"I'm very disappointed in you, slut," said Master in a stern voice. Okay, so that was a huge lie but his slave didn't need to know that. He'd been thinking lately it might be exciting to watch his slave get fucked by other men but worried it might be a hard sell. Instead, he had just learned that it had gone there on its own and all because it was a horny slut that needed relief. it had opened a door. One he could exploit and that made him happy as hell.

"I am... i am sorry, Master."

"We have learned one thing though."

"What's that, Master?"

"There's no doubt you are a slut, but there's nothing wrong with that. Most men enjoy sex but you need it a lot more than most do. You are a cock-hungry whore but I need to be the one who determines who gets to use your cunt or when you are allowed to have it fucked by others. And do you know why?"

His slave nodded, remembering what he had told before they came to this town. "Because you own my cunt, Master."

"That's right, I do. I want you to be safe in your encounters so, from now on, you don't fuck anyone unless Master knows about it first. Now, who was this man?" he asked.

His slave handed Master the man's business card. "He gave this to me in case i changed my mind about fucking him. He thinks that you are just a sugar daddy."

Master nodded as he took the card but he raised his eyebrows when he saw the name on it. "Holy shit, I know Greg Banning. He is one of the men I met with earlier this week. We have worked together off and on for years. And he is always horny as hell. No man or woman is too big or small, too young or old for him to stick his cock in, but he always had a bit of a preference for men." He laughed. "You must have been a dream come true for him."

He gave his slave a speculative look. There wasn't a shy bone in Greg Banning's meaty body and he remembered some of the stories that man had shared about his sexual escapades over the years, one even involving the daughter of his boss at the time. But he could be discreet when needed and that was a good quality.

"Strip, slut," said Master, the smile fading from his face.

His slave looked at its Master, not sure what he intended. Usually its Master was more lighthearted when they had sex but he looked serious now. The slave took its clothes off quickly and stood naked before him.

"Bend over the desk and don't say a word."

His slave moved to the desk, still not sure what was going on but when it glanced over its shoulder, it saw its Master removing his belt and folding it in half. The slave wanted to beg him not to do it, but knew that it deserved to be punished. its body tensed as it stared at the wall in front of it, waiting.

Master glanced at his slave's ass. "This is so you'll remember in the future to check with me before you engage in any sexual activity that doesn't involve me or I haven't given permission for." He slammed the belt hard against his slave's ass, hearing the satisfying smack.

His slave flinched as the belt cracked against its ass, trying not to make a sound but couldn't suppress a small shriek of pained surprise. "I'm sorry, Master!" it said as tears welled up in its eyes.

"I said not a word, slave!"

It rained blows fast and furious on its ass, Master loving the patterns that started to develop. But he made sure to keep the blows only on its ass and not its thighs. He wanted it wearing shorts while in town and didn't want anyone to see it had been punished, at least this time.

A few times the edge of the belt caught its asshole, once even its balls, and it physically jumped in reaction. It hurt but it was an erotic hurt. The slave knew that it was getting hard from this and equally knew it desperately needed to get fucked by its Master. And the weird thing was, the more its Master whipped his slave, the more it needed fucking!

Finally, he stopped. His slave's ass was red with large raised welts. He laid his hand on the tortured skin, gently caressing it before sliding his fingers to its clit. "Someone is hard," he murmured. "My cock whore gets excited when its ass is beaten, doesn't it?"

"Y-yes, Master... i can't help it."

"Tell Master what you need, slave."

"I need you, Master!"

"No, tell Master what you need!"

"I need your cock, Master! i need you to ram my hole until i come hard. i need your cum to fill me up and your balls to slap hard against me. i need to feel my cunt squeezing your cock as I come and i want your teeth to sink deep in my flesh as you fuck me the way a fucktoy deserves, without mercy."

"Yes, my cock whore, that's exactly what you need."

The slave heard the sound of its Master's zipper lowering only seconds before he plunged deep into its cunt, while his fingers pinching its nipples.

"Yes, Master... oh yes... don't stop fucking me!" it moaned. Even though it had come on the fingers of Greg Banning only a short while earlier, it was ready to come again, it could feel the tension building in its body as its Master used his fucktoy.

In the past, Master had held back with his slave, not wanting to scare it. But this time, he fucked it the way he had always wanted to fuck: brutally hard and painfully deep. His fingers dug into its chest as he feathered small bites along its shoulders and neck.

"Whose fucktoy are you?"

"Your fucktoy, Master... only yours!"

He smiled. "For now."

Soon he would contact his friend, Greg Banning, so that his slave could learn how it felt to be used by two cocks at once. Howling with pleasure, he filled his slave's cunt knowing more deliciously perverted times were ahead for them both.