I was invited over to my master and his boyfriend’s
house for poker night. I’d never been before. I know
it’s a guy’s night of poker playing and
beer-drinking–typical stuff. Still, I was surprised
to have been invited given my subordinate status to my
Master and now to his boyfriend. Perhaps this is a
purely social occasion and so the sexual status I’ve
been given will be ignored.
Of course I hope not.

I arrive at around 7pm. Jesse greets me and takes me
into his upstairs apartment. Though I’m not usually
like this, I’ve lately been dying to suck cock. Things
have been a little strange since Jesse’s boyfriend
moved in. He’s been extra careful to show Tom that
he’s the boyfriend and I’m the “help”. In fact, since
Tom moved in I haven’t been properly fucked. In any
case, Tom wasn’t in evidence so I kneeled on the floor
in my Master’s bedroom and asked if I could please
suck his cock. He looked a little annoyed but relented
and came to stand in front of me. I lowered his zipper
and carefully pulled out his slowly stiffening cock
and looked up at him as I began to lick his cockhead.
I didn’t waste much time though. Generally, the only
way I can get that whole cock in my mouth is when it’s
still semi-flaccid. It’s quite the lunker. While that
might be cheating I really like trying to swallow it
and feel it stiffen deep in my throat. Anyway…knowing I probably
didn’t have much time to blow my Master, I went to
work in earnest. I deep throated and swallowed until
he was just too hard and too big. Then I began to jack
his still stiffening shaft with one hand and gently
massage his swollen balls with the other. He’d undone his pants by this
time and dropped them to his thighs. I’m not sure if
he was being over-stimulated but he told me to put my
hands behind my back. Then he grabbed my face and
began slowly fucking my mouth. He likes it when I try
to look at him while he does this. It’s difficult
because the cock driving into the back of my throat
makes my eyes water. I guess he got tired of the angle
because before long he sat on the edge of a dressing
bench at the foot of his bed and had me get on all
fours–still fully-clothed, with my face in his
crotch. This seemed to achieve the angle he wanted. He
gently rocked my body back and forth gradually working
his cock farther and farther down my throat. Almost
immediately, he
started making the noises that warn me when he’s about
to blow his load. He’s pivoting me back and forth and
sliding his cock from about an inch in my mouth to all
nine inches in. His swelling glans expand the back
of my throat with every thrust. His well-trimmed pubic
hair tickles my
nose but not enough to throw off my concentration.
Though I can’t see his face, I know his eyes are
closed and he’s concentrating on getting off. For some
reason this turns me on even more. My now raging
hard-on is painful and obvious in my shorts. Suddenly,
he squeezes my head even harder and begins to stroke
his cock with my mouth faster and faster. He pulls my
face all the way down on his cock, impaling my head
when I feel the first jet of cum squeezing into the
back of my throat. He backs off a little and I can
feel it shoot. He starts to shudder and pulls back to
where he has just an inch in my mouth and shoots
another jet. His cum tastes salty as it splashes my
tongue and teeth. But I don’t have long to savor it.
Straightaway
he drives his jetting cock back into my head to
finishing pumping his come into me. He holds his
cockhead against the back of my throat for his last
spurts. After heaving a sigh of relief, with his cock
still as far in my face as he can get it, he pats me
on the head. Directly he pulls out
of my mouth and stands before me. Then he laughs and
squeezes the final drop of cum onto the end of my nose
and pats me on the head again. “Good job”, he says. I
start licking his balls and shaft because he likes to
be “cleaned up” after blowing his load. I’ve just
worked my way back up to the head of his softening
cock when we look up to see the door opening and Tom
walking
in. He stops suddenly when he sees us and storms off
into the bathroom area–obviously in a huff.

With his dick still in my mouth, Jesse tells Tom
that it’s just sex–“a blow-job for chrissakes” and
that I’m certainly no threat to their relationship. I
certainly have no gripe with that. I know what I’m
there for and it’s certainly not love or to get in
their way. Jesse and Tom move into the living room to
talk. I can still hear them.

“How do I know you aren’t fucking other people? How do I
know you’re not going to fall in love with someone
else?”

Jesse: “I’m not fucking anyone else. He came over for
the poker game–you knew that–and practically begged
to give me a blowjob. That’s hard to refuse.”

Tom: “Are you saying I’m not enough?”

Jesse: “No. I’m a man. You’re a man. You should
understand about the need for physical variety. Why be
jealous of someone I’m just putting the wood to? He’s
just physical porn. In fact, since he’s my little fuck
bitch, he has to do what I say–you can feel free to
fuck him too.”

Listening in the other room, I’d be lying if I told
you I wasn’t getting a little hard at that point. For
some reason, the thought of being loaned out like a
whore to Jesse’s boyfriend was a turn-on. I didn’t
even really take exception to being called a
“fuckbitch”. When in Rome…

Tom: “Well, send him in here.”

Jesse (to me): “Strip and come in here”.

“On your knees.”

I crawl into the room with a semi-hard on and quite a
bit of trepidation. Jesse tells me that Tom wants to
watch him fuck me to prove that it’s purely sexual and
that I mean nothing to him. I know better than to say
anything. Instead, I just kneel down and put my
shoulders on the floor and stick my ass out. Jesse
says “Good boy” and laughs a little. “See Tom, he does
what he’s told”. But then I hear drawers opening and
closing. Curious, I look up to see Jesse getting out
his collection of “torture” implements–dildos and
butt plugs ranging from reasonable to ridiculous. Out
of the corner of my eye I see Tom take off his shirt
and unbutton his pants. As he sits down in a chair he
says “O.K. if you can prove to me that he’s just a
servant, I’ll consider allowing it. But it can’t just
be you and he screwing. He’ll have to be used by other
men as well. And you can bet your ass that I’ll be
taking out some frustrations on him. Actually you can
bet his ass.”

Jesse was lying naked on the bed propped on the
headboard. Tom was sitting in the chair stripped to
the waist and I was kneeling on the floor between them
in a pose of abject supplication. Tom says, “We’ll see
how he performs. If he doesn’t meet your standards,
he’s out. Simple as that. He’s just a fuckbitch to me.
Fuckbitch, come up here and get to work.”

I wasn’t quite sure what to think about all of this. I
was still reeling a bit from having been discovered in
flagrante by Tom. I liked the little arrangement I’d
had with Jesse before. In the space of ten minutes I
found it expanded to include whatever swinging dicks
walked in their door–not to mention Tom himself.
Plus, who knew what “other duties” they had in mind.

All of this ran through my mind as I crawled up on the
bed to lie between Jesse’s legs. The feeling of his
spent dick in my mouth was comforting. It was still
leaking the dregs of his come down my chin. I suppose
it was a little ominous too. I could feel it shake as he
chuckled at my ministrations.
Jesse and Tom talked a little while as I sucked
Jesse’s cock back to life. When I got it about halfway
hard I got up on all fours so I could get the shaft in
my mouth and practice swallowing it. Soon after I got
up on all fours I felt Tom’s hand close around my cock
and pull it back between my legs. Then I felt Tom’s
other hand slap my ass. I wasn’t sure Tom was ever a
top but he proceeded to spank me as though born to it.
It was a job keeping the spanking from affecting the
head I was giving Jesse. I knew he’d punish me if I
missed a stroke. Tom’s experienced hand dry-milked me
to hardness. He reached for some lube that he’d tossed
beside me on the bed. He dribbled it onto my asshole
and let it run down my cock which he was still
milking. It felt so intense–the lube and his stroking
that I had to beg him to stop so I didn’t come. I
guess that watching Tom prepare my ass turned Jesse on
because he was again hard as a rock. He got up and
went around to my ass. I obediently put my head back
down on the bed to wait. I was expecting to be
assaulted by a toy of some sort as that was usually
Jesse’s pattern. But he pulled me by the hips to the
edge of the bed and then had me kneel over it so that
my thighs and torso were in contact with the bed. My
ass was stuck out and my knees were just barely on the
floor. I felt Tom’s slick hands spread my cheeks and
then felt a finger slide in to distribute the
lubricant. Then I felt his hand slide between me and
the bed. His rough hand found my now raging hard-on
and pulled it smartly from between me and the bed. He
positioned it so that it was pointing straight and
somewhat painfully down the side of the bed and
slapped it a few times for good measure. He then sat
on the bed beside me and slipped his middle finger in
my ass. I could hear him laughing a little as I waited
for the toy. I had lost track of Jesse by this point.
That is until I felt something pushing gently at the
opening to my ass. Assuming it was a toy to get me
started, I tried to relax into it. Jesse gets upset
when I take too long to loosen up. By the time I
realized that the hands on my hips weren’t Tom’s it
was too late. Jesse slowly but inexorably drove the
entire length of his cock–about 9 inches if I’m doing
my job right–into my ass. For the first four I think
I tried to moved away but I’d been expertly positioned
so that I couldn’t. For the final five I felt the deep
pain of being opened up in the most base and
humiliating way possible by another man’s cock and
solely for his pleasure. As my humiliation deepened at
hearing Tom’s amusement, Jesse’s hands left my hips
and grabbed my shoulders. He then drove his cock the
rest of the way in until I could feel his pubic bone
in contact with my tailbone. I knew I was about to be
well and truly fucked. He leaned fully into me and
just jacked his shaft in and out of my spasming ass
about two inches. Each time he hit bottom I could feel
a new section of my rectum opening. I’d only just
begun to realize that I’d survived being mounted by
Jesse when I began to register the width of his cock.
Every time my asshole tried to relax and accept being
so suddenly stretched, Jesse’s cock seemed to expand
to take up the slack. Not only was I being impaled all
at once by one man with a huge cock but his boyfriend
was witnessing me being turned into his woman. Jesse
was showing off by fucking me in my ass.

Jesse said, “nice” and I moaned in acceptance. With
his cock still buried in me he moved his left foot
onto the bed and picked up and held my feet. I
realized just in time that he was preparing to start
his long strokes. I hadn’t been thus abused by many men
but I’d taken enough cock by this point to know that
each man has a certain style about it. Jesse’s was to
go in (not usually all at once like this), work the
innermost two or three inches for a minute, then
settle back for long, deep fucking. He grabbed my feet
to put my weight fully on my stomach. I knew that this
would make the innermost parts of my channel tighter
for the head of his cock. He then pulled his cock
almost all the way out–until just the head was still
in my ass. I could feel the ridge between his shaft
and the head as though it were a cock plug. In a way
it was. Then, awesomely, painfully though that was
subsiding somewhat, he rammed the entire thing back
in. In resignation, I exhaled involuntarily and
settled into my fate. Each time his shaft hit bottom
in my ass he pushed me into the corner of the bed so
that my painfully swollen cock was bent further back
between my legs. It’s as though his cock was reminding
mine which was on top.

My ass certainly didn’t need to be reminded. Being
gored out by Jesse’s enormous member left little in
the way of doubt. He stroked in and almost all the way
out for a while as Tom stared and laughed in
amazement. I hear Jesse say, “watch this” and then
damn if Jesse didn’t swivel his hips in some way that
he was able to get another half an inch of cock into
me.

to be continued…