Called in for Cock

I had only been back from a week away for a matter of a few minutes. Upon arriving home, I had emptied the car and had begun settling in when there was a need to answer a call of nature.

As I answered it, there was something else I needed to answer. As I had been travelling home, a notification had landed on my phone.

Some 30-40 minutes later, upon picking it up, I found it was from my mentor at the salon, speculatively enquiring if I was available for a foursome, with three cocks on offer including His.

Not wanting to miss this surprise opportunity that I was delighted with and excited by, I hurriedly told my key holding significant other that there was a chance to bring forward my next waxing appointment -- an appointment which was needed.

It was another very hot Summer day in the UK, a long drive home from holiday cutting through traffic, across country and county and made worse by the blazing hot sunshine pouring through the car windows, so I was in shorts (no undies having been worn all week, my cage hanging loose), a T-shirt, short socks and trainers.

I had soon grabbed my car keys, and eagerly and with great anticipation, set off as quickly as the laws of the road allowed, relishing the prospect of being able to service not one, not two, but three cocks and, perhaps most importantly, swallow three loads, and with other prospects whirring through my head.

On arrival at the salon, I quietly entered through the door, my arrival signalled by the sounding of the door chime.

I had stood for just a few seconds when my mentor came out of the treatment room, but He did a double take, having expected a delivery driver and not me. Indicating both His surprise and delight, He performed an about turn and quickly ushered me into the treatment room.

To some slight disappointment, the group session had started without me. It had been some time since the text was sent to me -- around an hour -- and it seemed that I was not expected, my mentor seemingly having not seen the text, given His apparent surprise upon my arrival after all.

My mentor said that I had just missed the opportunity to swallow a load but that there were two other cocks -- His included -- which were still available. The cock that had just cum was still making audible noises of recovery in the corner of the room. Another cock -- I had seen and serviced both before -- was stretched out on the treatment table, having recently been waxed smooth.

I offered some sort of greeting and remember quickly discarding my clothes on the floor just inside the door, naked, except for my cage, I thought this might be of some surprise to those present but was to be disappointed.

Only my mentor had known about my chastised state but, upon stripping naked, there was absolutely no reaction at all from anyone, so I assumed that my mentor had told them all about it, so as to expect it in the instance that I did come along, or, at least, for the next time they would see me.

Having been freshly waxed and creamed, my mentor wiped the smooth cock down ready for me to begin servicing it.

I had entered into what was already a full on session. The massage gun was in hand and ready for use. The available cock was mine. I had soon assumed a position bent over the treatment table and began eagerly and intently sucking it, head bobbing up and down, tongue swirling around the shaft and head, hands cupping and playing with his balls.

At the other side of the treatment table, my mentor's hard cock was to attention and sort of in my eye line. He had the massage gun to hand and had soon begun applying it to the cock and balls I was servicing.

Keen to ensure that I was fully used, my mentor suggested to the other cock, recovering from having recently pumped its load before my arrival, that I would probably like and/or be in need of fingering.

I had soon felt some penetration behind me, moisturising cream having been passed from hand to hand across and over the table. I was soon lubed up and effectively being spit roasted but I would soon be spit roasted properly.

My mentor, ever more my Dom these days, then instructed me to detach from the cock stretched out before me and begin servicing Him. I didn't need any other form of invitation as I always love sucking His thick, hard and frequently glistening cock. As I did so, he was busy working on the cock stretched out on the treatment table, frequently verbalising how it felt with me working on Him at his feet.

After a while, He said that that the cock that had cum before my arrival was probably in need of some cleaning and perhaps further servicing.

I obediently followed this instruction. The first cock, which had been recovering on a chair in the corner, got up.

I have never made much in the way of eye contact with the two other cocks, usually at crotch height in any position so although I've seen them a few times before, don't really know one from the other.

His limp, slightly dripping cock was slotted into my mouth and began hardening within. Either I was pumping up and down with my mouth or he was bucking his hips to fuck it.

My mentor was reveling in seeing his sub service cock before Him, whilst He worked on the cock stretched out on the treatment table.

He loved the sight, He loved to see me work on something He knows I love, and spoke words of His approval to this end.

The cock I was servicing was spent from earlier and was therefore not to shoot down my willing, ready and eager throat and after quite a few minutes being being serviced, he expressed a need to sit down once more.

I was instructed to return to servicing the cock on the treatment table. I don't remember much in between as the focus on and hunger for cock was the only thing on my mind.

My mentor put the massage gun down and had moved around the other side of the table -- the same side at which I was and had previously been fingered -- and swapped over to take control.

With my hole well and truly lubed with moisturising cream and having been opened a little with the prior fingering, He pushed His hard cock into me and began pumping, backwards and forwards. There were no condoms in the room so this, again, was bareback, raw anal sex.

He remarked on how tight I was although He has a thick girthy cock that is by far my favourite of those I have sucked and serviced so far. I regularly use two sizes of plug and major on a 9″ wide, 23cm long Black dildo these days, but took surprise at His remark yet also accepted that, as a developing slut, I still needed to be more regularly used in all forms in order to take all and any cock more easily.

After a few minutes of being spit roasted, my mentor taking me bareback from behind, the other cock still stretched out on the treatment table and being fully serviced, He withdrew, again, remarking on the tightness of my hole.

I took this as an indicator that this was making Him want to cum inside me -- something that is still yet to happen with any cock, an aim still to be ticked off on my bucket list.

However, He was to have another go on me until He could stand it no longer, hesistant to breed me for reasons of what I recall are loyalty to his partner.

Sure enough, I felt Him enter me and begin drawing back and forth. I was relishing being the fuck toy once more, a place I always relished in the rare moments it happens, fully accepting of my place as a submissive and developing bottom, now permanently locked.

All the while, my cage was hanging and swinging as the combined movements of my mentor's body and my up and down motions on the other cock worked together.

Eventually though, after quite a few more minutes, He withdrew and returned to the other side of the treatment table, collecting the massage gun once more and applying it to cock and balls that I was working on. My mouth was around the shaft and so too was the massager gun tool from time to time.

This drew the sound of now vibrated slurps to my attention, erotically heightening the scene that must have looked so hot to those around me.

The cock being serviced was about to cum. I could tell. I knew it. I wanted his load and I was going to take it.

Cock hungry and cum hungry and retained determinedly attached, pumping up and down, smooth, wet strokes. Suddenly, the first load of the day powered upwards into my mouth.

Face down, I felt the creamy load pool inside the opening of my mouth. I was determined to collect and swallow every single drop.

He was moaning with pleasure as the frenetic cock service continued. I was not going to stop until I heard a word accepted as a safe word. After a few seconds, whatever it was, it was uttered.

I lifted up and let the load flood backwards across my tongue and down my throat, every drop savoured and felt as it went.

Suddenly, my mentor wanted to swap positions, stretching out before me. I bent over the treatment table again. He said that the massage gun could be used on my cage to make me cum.

The other cocks had re-dressed but one -- whichever and whoever they were -- pressed the gun against my cage.

I didn't look, but I could feel it, waves of pulses powering through the metal work, working their way through my largely limp excuse for a cock -- the reason it is caged -- and begin to push every button going.

I was going to be ruined and powerfully, having not cum for some time due to my restricted state and only being able to cum if fucked or ruined.

I broke off from sucking my mentor's cock to cup a hand underneath the cage but I was out of control. Jet after jet of pent up beta semen powered out, and everywhere, into my hand and spattering the hard flooring beneath.

The jets continued, leading to open remarks -- the one I heard was from my mentor -- stating how much it was but that it was unsurprising given my caged state.

If I thought I was going to be able to lift the hand to mouth and swallow what cum had had collected, I was wrong.

My mentor instructed me to coat his cock and balls with my fresh, warm, creamy beta cum and suck both it and Him off.

I wanted more cum, and made sure that I collected as much of my own load as possible before focusing on taking his load. After a few more minutes, His body convulsed, His cock spasmed and His load powered into my mouth too.

Again, I remained attached. He knew there was a safe word and I was not going to stop until I had heard it. He continued to shoot jets high into my mouth, each jet falling back to the front of my mouth.

Once I had collected every drop, I continued to await the safe word which was eventually uttered then lifted up as another load -- every single one kept as a record -- flooded back across my tongue and washed down my throat. I uttered murmurs of acute satisfaction as the lacquer of Alpha semen coated my throat before dropping down in my stomach, joining two other loads within.

Three of four possible -- mine included -- had been collected and fully swallowed.

It had been a hot and sweaty session, largely due to the searing temperature outside, and us being in a room with no natural daylight and therefore, no ventilation.

Having performed, I was aware of the men around me collecting paper towel and wiping me down, something that, in retrospect, had actually been happening throughout as I had been working. My chest and back were wiped of sweat -- a service I saw as a form of reward for my service.

It was too hot for any waxing to be done. I was informed that many appointments in the salon for all types of service they provided, in the inner sanctum of the treatment room and elsewhere in the salon, had been cancelled because of the effect the heat had on provision.

I was the last to leave the treatment room -- the submissive acceding to the natural order of letting the Alphas leave first.

Before I dressed, I subserviently cleaned up all around, again, as a submissive should, before gathering my clothes, pulling them on, shorts up over caged cock, and joining everyone outside in the reception.

The two other cocks left first, (I offered a friendly farewell and note of thanks as they went) leaving me alone with my mentor who took time to praise and thank me for my service -- having been called in for cock.