Ray's Story Pt. 02

Ray's Story - Part 2

Driving home from my first meeting with my new Master's Allan and Chas, I wasn't sure how I felt. Am I be embarrassed, ashamed, disgusted with myself for cheating on my wife? Or was I elated, excited, relieved that my fantasy had become reality and that I had loved every second of it. My cock twitching in my pants gave me the answer.

Walking into my home I greeted my wife Ruth, with a kiss. She gave me a funny look and said I tasted funny, asking what had I been eating? I was unsure how to answer, a mild panic spreading over me when she changed the subject reminding me that her parents were arriving any minute and the BBQ needed lighting.

I didn't like Ruth's parents. They were snobs, lording it over me, always reminding me how successful they had become. Marcus, the father-in-law, ran a successful real estate company, employed over 100 people, did all the biggest deals in town.

They hadn't dissuaded their daughter from marrying me but had been far from supportive. However, they fawned over our kids and for that I would forgive them anything. Arriving, Marcus made a show of his new car, a Bentley and Marta, the mother-in-law, showed off a new diamond pendant Marcus had given her.

Dinner was steak and salad, with the conversation centred around how Marcus's business was doing so well and there might be, in the future, an opening for me to join his firm. Starting at the bottom of course. I'd heard it all before.

Dinner over, Marcus and I headed to my small den to watch the football, while the two women cleaned up and organised the kids ready for bed. As usual, Marcus took my favourite chair, waiting as I poured him a whiskey.

The game started; I wasn't really much interested but I was trapped. We made small talk until Marcus said something quite unexpected.

'There's something about you that's a bit different.'

'Me? No,' I replied. 'Big day today. Just a touch tired.'

Marcus looked at me and smirked. What the fuck? Did he know something?

'You were downtown this afternoon,' Marcus said, staring at me over the top of his drink.

'Me? No. I wasn't anywhere near downtown,' I lied.

'Really?' Marcus answered. 'You think I'm a fool boy? You don't think I'd recognise my own son-in-law.'

My stomach dropped. I was caught in a lie.

'Oh, this afternoon? Shit, sorry Marcus. Yes, I was. An old school friend was looking to buy a condo. Sorry, plain forgot. Went to look at the place with him.'

'Mmm,' Marcus answered. 'Plain forgot. Plain forgot you went up to the tenth floor?'

'What? Have you been following me?'

I was starting to get a little mad.

'Take it easy,' Marcus answered with a strange smile. 'I own an apartment on the same floor, two actually. Tenants had just moved out; I was doing a site inspection. Saw you as you were leaving.'

'Oh, oh, I didn't know that.'

'Matter of fact I know the two fellows that own the apartment you were in. Gay couple,' Marcus said casually. 'Your friend, your friend is gay?'

I looked at Marcus, shame and fear washing over my face.

'The thing is, I know what sort of things those two men get up to,' Marcus said now with a quiet chuckle. 'The only thing you were checking out was some cock.'

I dropped my eyes to the floor; my life was over. Marcus was going to expose me.

'Hey, we can work things out. No need for anyone to know what you've been doing,' Marcus said quietly. 'Marta, as much as I love her. Well Marta doesn't like sucking cock anymore. Doesn't like much to do with sex for that matter. Change in her life, god knows. What I do know if, and I think I'm guessing right, if you like to suck on a cock, well I think I might have the perfect solution.'

'Yes,' I answered slowly.

'Why don't you crawl over here and show me what you can do. I've got a full load, it won't take long.'

I looked at Marcus and did the only thing I could, dropping to my knees, shuffling over and stopping in front of him.

'Good lad, now take your time, we aren't going to be disturbed. The girls know better than to barge in when the game is on.'

I hated the thought of touching, let alone sucking Marcus's cock. It was degrading, humiliating, I was being blackmailed, but the moment I unzipped his pants, reached in and pulled out his impressive cock I was hooked.

His prick was long, a thick mushroom head, veiny and smelt like a man should. He was cut, his slit showing the first signs of precum. I slid my tongue across his head, heard him give a small grunt of satisfaction.

'That's it son, you take your time. A cock like mine should be savoured.'

He was dominant, condescending and I loved everything he said. I took him slowly into my mouth, learning all the time, deep throating him, pulling off him, spitting on his head, working my drool into his cock, jacking him up and down with my hands, before diving back in, his head now at the entrance of my throat. I swallowed, sucking him in further. Marcus groaned.

'Fuck boy,' he said. 'Fuck!'

Marcus was right, he didn't take long. Rope after rope spurted from his rock-hard cock, blasting down my throat, I pulled back, wanting to catch a mouthful of his cum, desperate for the taste. Marcus kept cuming, filling my mouth, finally stopping. I swallowed, jacked him a little more, squeezing those last few drops out, licking his slit, sticking my tongue deep inside, savouring the final taste.

'Well, shit Ray. You are one awesome cocksucker; I've got to give you that. Drained me like I've never been drained.'

Like the pathetic slut I was I blushed, thanked Marcus for his load, and helped him put his cock away, zipping him up, adjusting his belt.

'Now look, I think we could make this a permanent arrangement. You'd like that, would you? You'd like sucking on daddy's cock?'

Ruth always called her father daddy. It annoyed me. Now though, all I could think of was Marcus's cock.

'Yes, daddy, I'd like that,' I said quietly.

'You were moaning when you were sucking me, moaning like a submissive bitch. I liked that.'

'Thank you, daddy,' I replied, repusled but exhilarated at the same time.

Marcus and Marta left soon after, with Marcus saying he had an early business meeting. Ruth walked them out, stayed a little longer than normal, returned to find me stacking the last of the plates in the dishwasher. She leaned against the kitchen counter and gave me a quizzical look.

'What were you and daddy up to tonight?' Ruth asked, fixing me with a hard stare.

'Us?' I answered, praying I wasn't showing any signs of fear.

'Yes, you two. What were you doing?'

'Talking, watching the game,' I stammered out.

'Were you going to tell me?' Ruth asked.

Jesus, I thought. Caught out twice in the one day.

'Tell you what?' I said as I slowly closed the dishwasher.

'Oh, I'm so proud of you,' Ruth said embracing me. 'Dady said he's going to take you under his wing, spend more time with you, train you to join his firm. He said he thinks one day you could help him manage things.'

'Oh, that,' I said, relief flowing through my body. 'I was going to tell you tonight, when we went to bed.'

'Yes, daddy said you can't quit your current job, but soon, very soon, for now, he's getting you to work under him. I'm so proud of you,' Ruth said before kissing me.

'Let's go tot bed. First though, brush your teeth. You've got that same strange taste in your mouth.'

The next morning, I contacted Master Allan on the way to work. Ruth and I had sex the previous evening but all I could think about throughout was cock. Pushing into Ruth, I dreamed it was a fat cock pushing into me.

I didn't beat about the bush, told Master Allan that I was desperate. He chuckled down the phone, told me we couldn't have that and arranged to meet at twelve. I told him I only had an hour for lunch, and he said that's all the time he needed.

My morning was spent with me unable to concentrate on nothing but my rendezvous at noon. I arrived on time; the door was ajar, I knocked, entered, undressed and tentatively made my way into the lounge where master Allan was waiting.

'Hello, boy,' Master Allan said. He was naked, his magnificent cock hanging down, perfectly placed above his two huge balls. I couldn't help but let out a small whimper.

I walked slowly towards him, felt his embrace, his kiss, his hands running over my body, rubbing my cock, taking my balls in his hands, sliding his fingers up and down my ass crack, sliding one in till it touched my anus.

'Up on the table, that's a good boy,' Master Allan said. 'Head down, ass in the air, I'm going to go slow but this being the first time you may feel some pain. I want you to relax, when I push in, you push out. It's a shame we don't have more time.'

I felt my ass cheeks being opened, the warm spit, Master Allan's tongue working deep inside me, sucking, munching on my hole. I felt the first slap, then another, shock quickly turning to pleasure as Master Allan reddened the cheeks either side of my ass.

'I like to see a boy glowing,' Master Allan said before laying into me once more, his large hands finding the mark repeatedly. I just gave little baby girl cries, delirious with emotion.

My cock was rigid, dripping, my balls tingling. The slapping stopped, I felt his fingers slide in, easier than previously, coated in a cool sticky gel.

'That's it baby, I've got four fingers in now,' I heard Master Allan say. 'Let me just work you open a bit. Oh, that's nice, yes, oh, yes, you have got one fine ass.'

His words filled me with pride as I felt the head of his cock at my entrance.

'Now, just relax there baby,' Master Allan said. 'Once the head pops in, I'll stop. Just got to get past your sphincter. Once that relaxes, well, I'll be able to slide right on in.'

'Yes Master,' I whimpered like the bitch I was.

I felt the head push in, it hurt, remembering what Master Allan had said I pushed back, the beautiful cockhead of my master finally slipping in.

'That's it baby, just get used to it, oh yeah, I can feel your muscles spasm. You like it. I can tell when a little cum bitch like you enjoys it.' I moaned in reply.

Master Allan pushed in, I cried out when he bottomed out, feeling him pull back, all the way out, then slide that massive cock of his back in. Each time I squealed when I was empty, grunted when I felt his balls smash against me.

'Oh baby, oh baby, you are one fine piece of ass,' I heard Master Allan a say as he started to long dick me. All the way out, all the way back in. I was sweating, leaking pre cum, drool running down my chin.

'Ok boy, time to breed you,' Master Allan said, increasing the speed, holding my hips, fucking me like a rag doll, finally exploding deep inside my bowels, my own cock uncontrollable, spurting its seed once more over the table.

I felt master finally pull out, my anus stretched, gaping wide, refusing to close as lumps of sticky goo flowed out.

'Lean down boy, lick up that mess,' Master said quietly.

I was mewing, crying. Not in pain, but in exctasy, in gratitude for being bred, for being used like a cumdump by a superior male. I lapped away at my own mess, feeling my anus slowly closing, cum dribbling out, down my legs.

'Come on boy,' Master Allan said, helping me to my feet, giving me a towel. 'Hold that to your bottom,' he said.

I took master's hand, shuffled behind him, leaking his precious cum, spit and dribble running down my chest. I followed him into his bedroom, then into the ensuite, the shower stall huge, two shower heads. He turned the tap on, turning back to me.

'Hold my cock baby,' Master Allan said quietly. 'I always enjoy a piss after a nice fuck.'

I held his beautiful cock, covered in cum and body fluids, aimed it at the shower floor, felt the surge of his stream, powerful, masculine in comparison to me. I was nothing but a cumslut, holding another man's cock while he pissed. I was pathetic and I loved it.

I felt his stream slow, then finally stop.

'Now boy, a good slut like yourself makes sure his Master is fully done. Get down on your knees, give it a gentle shake then suck on the end, just to get those last few drops out.'

I immediately dropped to my knees, wrapped two hands around the still thick cock, squeezed it gently as told then lent in, sucked on the head. I was rewarded with a final squirt which I quickly swallowed.

'You like that baby?' Master Allan asked looking down in me with a benevolent smile.

All I could do was thank him.

Master stepped into the shower, turned to me.

'Come on, wash me,' he said with a gentle smile. 'Here's your chance to explore me.'

I stepped under the warm flow of water, reached for the soap and started to wash my Master's magnificent body, indeed exploring every inch of him, spending time on his ass, probing, rubbing my finger across his anus, hearing him give little chuckles with each little whimper that escaped me.

I saved his cock and balls for last, bathing them, worshipping them, feeling the water stopping, taking the object of my desire back into my mouth.

'I think we've got time,' Master said as I started to suck.

I deep throated his now fully hard cock, sensing the vein pumping blood through it, drool dripping from my mouth as I repeatedly forced Master's thick tool down my throat, massaging his heavy balls, hearing a grunt from him, knowing what was coming, sucking in time to each spurt, draining his balls of his thick white slime.

I looked up at him, my mouth full of his seed.

'Good boy, you deserve that, swallow it all down.'

I swallowed, the taste beautiful, the thickness making me hard once more. I watched as Master reached for a towel, I instinctively stood, taking it gently from him and drying his body, caressing him, worshipping my master.

'Good boy,' Master said when I finally finished drying him. 'Here,' Master said. 'Turn around and bend forward against the vanity, spread your legs.'

I turned, bent forward, opened my legs, thrust back a touch which elicited a chuckle form Master Allan. I felt the coolness on my anus.

'It's a cream, it will numb your fuckhole for a while,' Master Allan said gently. 'You might need some ice later. You're excited, it might not feel like it now, but I did pound that little pussy of yours.'

I mumbled a thanks, feeling the cream taking effect.

'Time to go now. Next time we're going to clean that little bottom of yours out. Give you a warm enema. It's ok, you'll get used to it,' Master said smiling. 'Make it nice and clean. Master Chas wants to breed you soon.'

'Yes, sir. Whatever it is I can do for you both,' I replied like the submissive cock slave I had become.

'Good boy,' Master said with that benevolent smile again. 'Now one more thing. Resist the urge to put anything in that little hole of yours. It belongs to me and Master Chas now. Us, and only us. We like it nice and tight. Ok, baby, off you go.'

I nodded, mumbled more thanks, left the bathroom quickly, dressed in the hallway and closed the door behind me. I had no idea how I looked, catching sight of myself finally in the lift mirror on the way down, seeing my flushed face, my dishevelled hair and a smile, a smile like I hadn't smiled like for a long time.

It was two days later, my wife Ruth called me at work, excited, said that her daddy wanted me to drop in at his office after work.

'I'm so proud of you,' Ruth beamed down the phone. 'Make sure you are on time!'

I saw it for what it was. Ruth's father Marcus exercising control over me, getting his daughter to set up a rendezvous for her husband to suck his cock. Was I angry? Mad? I should have been. However, I wasn't. I was excited, my cock tingling, my mouth watering at the thought of sucking on Marcus's meaty cock.

I arrived on time, spoke to his secretary Veronica, who gave me a smirk, told me to wait. She was young, very pretty, her shirt buttons undone lower than they should have been showing off the top of two firm and very ripe breasts. I'd bet my last dollar Marcus was fucking her.

Finally, she told me to go in. I knocked, entered, closed the door behind me, finding Marcus behind his desk, talking on the phone, motioning me towards him, pointing to come around the side of his desk. Marcus swung his chair out, his cock was exposed, thick, heavy, long, dangling lewdly out of his fly.

I didn't need any more instructions, dropping to my knees, taking the head of Marcus's cock into my mouth, slurping it in, tasting the sweetness of his precum, bobbing up and down, feeling in grow in length and thickness. The smell of a real man pervading my nostrils as my nose buried deep into his pubic hair.

I pulled back, saliva dripping from his cock, making sure not to waste any, pumping his cock with both hands, letting out little girlie gasps as I chewed on his cockhead, working my tongue into his slit.

I reached into his pants, found his full testicles, moaned a little, fondled them, went to work in earnest. Sucking on his cock, worshipping what would have to be 9 inches of pure bliss.

Marcus paused talking for a moment, I was whimpering like a slut on heat, I felt his balls tighten, felt the first blast, sucked for all I was worth, intent on swallowing every drop of his superior seed. I pulled back, licked my lips, catching what had oozed out, pumped his cock with my hand, getting those precious last drops of his cum, licking them from his tip, taking him all the way back in, polishing his cock slowly with my mouth, finally pulling away, Marcus fully drained, his sticky mess now in my stomach.

Marcus resumed talking, ignoring me as I dutifully put his spent cock back into his pants, zipped him up and left him. I kept my head down as I walked past Veronica. Did she know? I didn't care. Yes, I was a disgusting cum loving cock slut, but I was good at it. And, as much as I felt disgusted with the way Marcus had just treated me, I knew he only needed to call, and I'd come running.