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Saturday afternoon, I'd told my wife I was visiting my cousin across town. It was a safe enough lie. My wife, Ruth, did not like my cousin or his wife. Trailer Park trash she called them. Maybe they were, maybe they weren't. I didn't judge. Whatever they were, they were the perfect alibi.
I had arrived at Master Chas and Allan's condo as instructed at 2pm, undressed, folded my clothes neatly and left them on the small side table. I walked naked down the corridor and paused at the entrance to the open plan lounge room.
Master Chas was seated on the lounge, talking to a new man. Older, tall, quite distinguished looking I thought. The word class sprung to mind. Both looked at me quickly, turning back to their conversation just as quickly. Master Allan appeared from the bedroom, waved me towards him.
I quietly made my way to him, he reached out, took hold of my cock and balls in his large hand, pulling me close, kissing me. As usual, I melted into him, his size, his scent, his manliness overpowering.
Pulling me by my cock, I followed as best I could though my Master's bedroom, into the large bathroom.
'Hello, little one,' Master Allan finally said. He was wearing his embroided robe, opened slightly at the front. I whimpered when I caught sight of his massive cock, dangling between his legs. Master Allan gave a small laugh.
'I want you to get in the shower, all fours, bottom facing me,' he said as he ruffled my hair. 'This might feel a touch, oh, I suppose uncomfortable, but you will soon get used to it. I'd even bet you will start longing for it.'
I was in all fours, felt the cool softish nozzle pushed into my anus, felt the warmth of the soapy water. I turned back to see Master Allan running out the length of tubing that was connected to a plastic bag, watched as he hooked it over the shower screen.
'I'll be back in about15 minutes. You keep nice and still.'
My stomach became distended; I could hear my bowels growling. The 15 minutes seem to take an eternity. Finally, Master Allan returned, unclipped the tube and helped me to the toilet. He watched as I voided my bowels, my embarrassment and shame plastered across my face. Master Allan told me not to be embarrassed. Watched me wipe myself before hooking up another bag.
'You're a good boy,' Master Allan said.
I was on my hands and knees, a tube running from my ass, my stomach bloated with warm water, helpless and watched as my Master, reached into his robe, pulled his magnificent cock out and started to urinate over me.
Master's warm piss drenched my back, my bottom, and finally my hair.
'Had to get that out,' he said with a chuckle as he gave his giant cock a shake.
'Thank you, sir,' I replied, like the pathetic cock slave I had become.
I emptied out once more, again watched by my amused Master.
'OK, into the shower,' Master Allan said.
I stood under the hot water, thoroughly cleaning myself, making sure I was spotless for the superior males I would be servicing. Master Allan returned, drink in hand, watched me dry myself. I was then bent over the vanity, legs pushed apart, thoroughly fingered, lubed and finally, given a solid spanking, Master Allan's big hands lighting up my pale white bottom. I thanked him after each slap, whimpering uncontrollably like a pathetic twink.
'Go and wait in the corner,' Master Allan said, pointing to the corner of his bedroom. 'Hands and knees, face the wall.'
I mumbled a yes and a thank you as I positioned myself as instructed.
'Good slut,' Master Allan said as he left the room.
I stayed in position, head down, reddened ass up for probably ten minutes before I was called into the lounge area. The whole time my cock had been dripping, I was unable to stop it throbbing.
I entered, stopping between the lounges. Finally, Master Chas and the new man turned to me. Both were dressed in expensive gowns, like Master Allan.
'Hello, little one,' Master Chas said, his voice so sexy, dominant. 'This is my friend Gordon,' he continued, nodding towards his older friend.
I finally got a good look at Gordon. Sixtyish, thin, a smooth face with intelligent eyes. He had a coolness about him, and maybe an undercurrent of hardness.
'Gordon wants you to call him Uncle Gordon, can you do that?'
'Yes, yes of course. Hello Uncle Gordon' I replied, my girlie words catching in my mouth.
'Hello,' Gordon said, his voice rich, deep. 'Allan and Chas tell me you're quite the talented cocksucker.'
I blushed in reply.
'Come show me,' Gordon said as he let his own gown fall open.
I gasped when I saw his cock. It was long, thick, the head like a ripe peach. I couldn't help myself as little moans escaped my lips. I dropped to my knees in front of his wonderful manhood, swallowed the head into my mouth, the taste divine. I chewed slightly, gently, running my tongue around his circumcised head, getting the first drops of precum.
I pulled away and looked up at him.
'Thank you, Uncle Gordon, thank you for allowing me to suck on your beautiful penis,' I said, my voice sounding like a little bitch on heat.
I then went to work, sucking, fondling his delicious scrotum, taking each ball into my mouth, loving it, caressing them, before starting on his cock, long deep sucks, his penis head jamming into the back of my throat, sliding down. I was controlling my breathing, spit and drool was running from my mouth, but I was determined to keep swallowing Uncle Gordon's massive manhood. I felt the first blast, throbbing through his shaft, emptying directly into my tummy, mewing pathetically.
I kept sucking, trying as always to suck in time with his spurts, being rewarded by Uncle Gordon's grunts in concert with my own whimpering. I felt the pulsing stop, slid my mouth away, keeping Uncle Gordon's cock partly in my mouth, using my hand to jack him slowly, draining the last few drops of his tasty cum, finally opening my mouth, showing him his seed.
'Good lad,' Uncle Gordon said. 'Swallow that down, there's a good little fucktoy.'
I swallowed, filled with pride.
'I think I need the bathroom,' Uncle Gordon said.
'He can help you,' Master Allan said, seated across on the other lounge. 'We've done a little bit of training.'
I walked hand in hand with Uncle Gordon into the bathroom, feeling like a girl on her first date. I dropped to my knees, took his half hard cock into my hand and aimed it at the bowl, feeling the rush of urine as it flowed from his impressive cock. He gave a few final spurts and, as taught, I gave one last light squeeze, shaking the end, before taking him into my mouth, sucking hard and being rewarded with a nice final squirt. I swallowed, smiled up at him, completely submissive to any desire he wished.
'Ah, that feels better,' Uncle Gordon said looking down at me like I was a little puppy. 'Come on, follow me, on your hands and knees though. I think your two Masters want to spit roast you.'
I followed Uncle Gordon back into the lounge to find Master Chas and Master Allan entwined, kissing, fondling each other. Unsure what to do, I dropped to my knees, legs apart, ready for whatever was required.
Master Allan rolled Master Chas onto his back, pulled his legs back, exposing the most beautiful pink hole I have ever seen.
'Over here little one,' Master Allan said.
I scooted over, a line of drool running from my mouth.
'Get your tongue in there slut,' Master Allan said. 'Munch on that ass.'
I'd had oral sex with my wife of course, but she had never let me near her anus. I couldn't believe I was about to worship master's beautiful hole. The first taste, manly, musky, dominant. I fell in love with his asshole. I licked and slurped, sucked, and moaned into his tasty hole. My cock was pulsing with excitement as I dug my tongue deeper and deeper in.
'My turn,' Master Allan said, leaning back on the lounge, pulling his legs back, exposing his own delicious chute.
Master Allan's was different, in taste, in texture I suppose, but equally beautiful. I worked his hole for all I was worth, my cock now trembling, leaking. I felt a mouth on me, looked down to see Uncle Gordon's mouth slip over the head of my cock, sucking, bobbing up and down. I only lasted seconds before I exploded into his mouth.
I heard Master Chas give a small laugh, as I was gently pushed away by Master Allan. I turned, looked up to see Uncle Gordon standing over me, his mouth full of my cum.
'Open your mouth slut,' Master Chas said.
I opened my mouth and watched as Uncle Gordon opened his, letting a slow but constant dribble of my cum drip from his mouth into mine. I was delirious, overjoyed, in love with these men, in love with being treated like an object, a toy, a hole to be used in any way they saw fit.
The flow eventually stopped; Uncle Gordon smiled at me.
'Stand up now boy,' Master Allan said. 'Lick the rest of your load out of his mouth.'
I stood, moved towards Uncle Gordon who opened his mouth. I put my mouth to his, snaking my tongue in, licking the last remnants of my own slime out of the most gorgeous of men's mouth.
Uncle Gordon slowly broke away, a line of drool still connecting our lips.
'Open up,' Uncle Gordon said.
I opened my mouth once more, heard Uncle Gordon gently clear his throat, then spat a wad of his spit into my mouth. I moaned as I savoured the taste, swallowing it down.
'Good lad. I'm leaving now,' Uncle Gordon said as he fondled my drained cock and balls. 'Chas and Allan said I could borrow you next week. Would you like that? Would you like that little one?'
I was whimpering as he was talking, panting.
'Yes, yes Uncle Gordon. If, if my Master's direct me.'
My heart was beating uncontrollably, I was standing there like a little girl, a pathetic cock hungry cumslut, completely under the control of these powerful men and never feeling more alive in my life.
Uncle Gordon gave me a final squeeze and chuckled. I watched as he went off into what I later found out to be a guest bedroom, returned fully dressed, kissed my Master's goodbye and left.
'OK, lad,' Master Allan said. 'Have a drink, use the bathroom, take a minute.'
I greedily gulped down some water, thanked my Masters. They checked if I needed to call my family, checked I was good to continue. I fell in love at that moment.
I used the bathroom, washed my face, returned to the lounge and was positioned up on the fucking table as Master Chas called it laughing.
I was excited, nervous, ashamed, excited, thoughts were racing through my head. And then, Master Chas slid his giant cock into me. I cried out in exctasy. Never have I felt so full, so complete. Yes, Master Allan had already invaded my bottom, but this was on a new level.
My cries quickly turned to grunts that were silenced only by Master Allan's thick heavy cock sliding into my mouth. I whimpered around his beautiful tool, sucking chewing, slurping. Tears of joy were rolling down my face as these beautiful men fucked my two holes.
They worked in tandem, Master Chas punishing my stretched hole, pumping his rock-hard cock in and out, pushing so far up into my stomach I thought I could taste it. Master Allan was just as powerful, finally taking my head in his hands, fucking my mouth, using me like a hole, a dumping ground for his semen.
I could feel Master Chas's cock expand, heard his groan as he unleashed his cum deep inside my bowels. At the same time Master Allan grunted, his jets of hot white goo splashing down my throat, into my mouth, he pulled out and pumping his shaft, spewed four thick ropes of cum all over my face.
I took him back into my mouth, sucked him, desperate for the remaining few spurts. I felt Master Chas slip out, and before I knew it his beautiful cock was at my face, dripping cum, ready for my tongue, for my mouth to worship and clean, to polish and caress his wonderful appendage.
I thoroughly and lovingly cleaned both men's cocks, balls and asses once more. When finished I helped them into their robes, poured them a drink each and thanked them for their time, their cum and their teaching a pathetic slut like me to be better.
They smiled, then ignored me, started discussing the week ahead. It was time for me to go. I walked down the corridor, cum drying on my face, spunk still leaking from my ass, sticky on my legs. I dressed quietly, let myself out and again looked at myself once I was in the elevator. My reflection showing a well fucked, pathetic cumslut. I couldn't be prouder.
I sat in my car, thinking of my plan to stop for gas, quickly wash as best I could in the restroom, change into the spare clothes I had brought along, very similar to what I was wearing now, and head home. I started the engine and heard my phone ring.
'Hello Ruth,' I answered.
'Hi Honey, are you far away? Daddy said he'd like to drop by, said he had something important to show you.'
'Be there in 20,' I replied.
'Try not to be late,' Ruth said before hanging up.
Yet again, my father-in-law Marcus was using my wife to arrange for me to suck his massive manhood. Yet again, showing his dominance over me. Was I going to say anything? No. I was going to hurry home, get on my knees and suck Marcus's beautiful cock dry.
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