This story is fiction, a figment of my warped imagination. Should the
characters in this story even remotely bare similarities to any real person,
living or dead, it was purely accidental and any such similarities are strictly
coincidences.
This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate gay sex. If
it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or location, then
please don't. If you are offended by acts of homosexuality between consenting
and nonconsenting adults, then Do Not Read this story.
The author does not necessarily condon or subscribe to the behaviour discussed
in this story. It was written strictly as a form of entertainment and acts
described should not be attempted by anyone that does not know what the hell
they are doing.
Story codes: M/M/Anal/Best/Oral/Bond/NC/Spank/Hum/WS
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
Comments to: robolder@excite.com or elder@fetchmail.com
Road to Slavery, Road to Life.
By Rob
Chapter 14
Floor show Act II
As we passed through the bar on our way back to the theatre, the crowds parted.
It would seem the Master was a fairly powerful man around here, everyone treated
him with the greatest respect and differance. Maybe if I asked, Henry might
tell me just what it was all about.
The same two boys were ready to open the doors for us. As we entered I noted
that the theatre was empty just like the last time. It would seem that none
were permitted to enter until after the Master. This Slaves Unlimited Club had
some pretty strange rules. We walked right down the centre isle again and the
Master sat in the same chair as before. As soon as he sat I was down on my
knees. William and Henry took their places as did the two other Masters, whom
I had not been introduced to. When I sat I must have jarred something, because
for the first time since arriving at the club, I felt the butt plug. It gave a
me sudden sensation of needing to dump a load but only lasted a second before
receeding.
The theatre was pretty noisy from all the other members filing in and taking
their places. Slaves were scurrying around serving drinks. I could not see
very much as I had to keep myself as still as possible. Only my eyes moved, but
seeing as we were right up front and there were no tables ahead or to the sides
of us, my view of what was happening was very limited. I knew the slaves were
delivering drinks because they seemed to materialize from a dark area on each
side of the stage carrying trays of drinks. The first delivery of course was
to the Master and his guests. Yours truely being nothing but a lowly slave was
was not offered anything. Besides Henry had said that it was forbidden for
slaves to recieve any refreshments while at the club.
The house lights began to dim and the noise abruptly ended and the room became
quiet except for a cough here, a cleared throat there. The curtain began to
rise and it was interesting to watch. It started to rise in the very middle
and once it had formed a fairly large teepee opening, a second lift mechanisim
started lifting from the bottom edge of the teepee on each side. In a very
short time it was looking like a dome with a steeple which kept getting bigger
and bigger until the top of the steeple was above the top opening for the stage.
The remaining portions of the curtain kept rising and disapearing behind the
top opening. It really was something to watch.
The scene on the stage had changed, and boy had it changed. Instead of a
dungeon we now had a bed room with a huge bed. The bed had to be 20 feet long
by at least 30 feet wide. The walls all around the bed were mirrors. The
ceiling started about 10 feet above the head board and lifted at an angle and
came all the way to the top front of the stage. The ceiling was a mirror as
well. It was all designed in such a way that no matter where you sat in the
audience you would be able to clearly see whatever happened on the bed. I was
willing to bet that whatever was going to take place on that bed was going to be
real hot and my poor nuts were going to be sore as hell when it was over.
A young slave came out from the wings and kneeled at the foot of the bed, facing
the audience. He looked about 18, he may have been a year or two older or
younger, I mean it is sometimes hard to tell a persons age just by looking at
them. He was between 5.5 and 6 foot tall, had a fine muscular chest with
beautifully defined pecs and abs. His hair was blond, long and tied in a
ponytail. His facial features were very fine, he had a beautiful baby face.
His skin was soft, smooth and tanned a golden brown.
A few moments later a second slave came out and kneeled beside the first. This
young man was about 25 had dark brown hair which was cut in much the same style
that Ringo Starr wore back in the early days of the Beatles. He also stood at
between 5.5 and 6 foot, I have to guess height because I am kneeling on the
floor behind a table and about 30 to 40 feet away. This was a man who spent
many hours in the weight room. He had muscles on his muscles, I couldn't
believe it, but I was drooling for this guy. Shit a couple of days ago I was
straight.
The black leather slave's outfit seemed almost ready to burst from his body.
His muscles rippled and the stage lights seemed to reflect from him like light
from a many faceted stone. His facial features were strong, dark eyes, eye
brows and a square jaw. He was immensly handsome. Many a man would kill to
look like this.
As soon as the audience had had a chance to salivate over this hunk of male
flesh, a Master entered the stage. He was a very big man and matched the other
two in height and weight. Although his muscles didn't ripple like the second
slave, they certainly were a match. His chest was very broad and pressed
tightly against the leather vest that he wore. He must be a real bear of a man
because his arms were very hairy and his chest hair was poking out around the
top of the vest. His legs were also very hairy, the colour almost matching the
black leather shorts he was wearing. The hair on his head was also pitchblack
and he had a deep dark beard shadow on his face. He was one of those men that
can shave but never look like they have. He had a huge mustache that covered
very strong pouty lips and accented his dark eyes and heavy eyebrows. He looked
like a gentle giant, but looks can be decieving me thinks.
He walked over and stood infront of the youngest slave and looked down at him
for a few moments.
"You look like a dink to me slave.", he sneered. "Are you a dink?"
"Yes Master I am a dink, " he said through trembling lips.
"On your fucking feet dink", the Master commanded. The young lad jumped up and
stood there waiting on trembling knees for he knew not what.
"I want you to walk up to the front and centre of the stage, whip off your thong
and tell these very nice people out there that you are a dink and why you are a
dink." he said, "Now move your ass, dink.", he yelled.
The kid was terrified but he did as he was commanded. He moved quickly to the
front and centre of the stage. He quickly removed his thong, and of out popped
a six inch, uncut dick that had risen to it's full glory. There were tears in
his eyes as he yelled out, "I am a dink, sirs".
Tears were pouring down his cheeks as he tried to think of how to explain why he
was a dink. I felt very sorry for the poor kid. I could feel tears welling up
in my own eyes.
"Ah......I.....ah......am.....ah.....a........dink, sirs....ah
because......ah.....I.....ah.....am.....ah......ah..... always....ah getting
hardons when....ah ...... I....ah.....shouldn't.", he stammered.
"My....ah...pecker is not very big.....and is not.......ah...much good for
pleasing ...... ah ....my.......ah..Master".
"Give it up dink", the Master yelled. "Your ability to talk sensibly is just as
bad as that little tiny thing you have the temerity to call a cock. Get your
fucking ass back here, now."
The poor kid shut his mouth and ran quickly back, his dick bouncing and
spraying precum all over. He resumed the position he was in when he first came
on stage and stood before the Master waiting for further orders and no doubt
further humiliation. Surprisingly the Master turned away from him and moved to
the other slave.
He looked down at that beautiful, muscular body and sneered, "Now what do we
have here? Mr Muscle or Mr Shithead. Mmmmmmmmm......well let me say I don't
think I see enough intelligence for it to be Mr Muscle so I think what we have
here is Mr Shithead. On your feet shithead."
The young man's face went bright red and I thought oh, oh, when he gets on his
feet he is going to knock this Master from here into yesterday. But he rose and
stood meekly, his head bowed, waiting for further degredation. If that is what
he was waiting for he wasn't disapointed.
"Bet you spend hours working this body to build these muscle." he sneered. "I
also bet your proud of them, huh?"
"Yes Master", he replied humbly.
"It kinda makes you look like a raspberry, a whole bunch of useless bumps. Yes
siree shithead you look just like a little raspberry", the Master taunted.
The lads face got even redder and he was tensing up and even begining to
tremble. The Master knew that he had hit this lads vulnerablility and decided
to play somemore with it.
"Tell you what little shithead raspberry, why don't you just give us all a nice
little shithead raspberry dance while you sing, I'm a little raspberry. Now
you get going and you better give us a good performance or I'm gonna whip your
fucking ass off. Now get."
What surprised the hell out of me was that this big all masculin he man began to
actually do a silly little dance all around the stage while singing, I'm a
little raspberry. The audience was killing themselves laughing. Well I must
admit it really was very funny and I had a hell of a job to keep from laughing
out loud along with the others.
The Master was a master at playing an audience and just before it started to
become a bore he called the poor lad back. As he returned to his place I could
see that under the pouch of his thong his dick was fully erect and throbbing.
So this big bruiser got an erotic thrill from being humiliated, I would never
have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.
"I can see that little dance really turned you on shithead", he said scornfully.
"Bet you would really like to fuck the ass off the dink here, wouldn't you?"
"Yes Master if that is your wish, sir." he answered respectfully. "I would love
to fuck the ass off the dink, sir."
"Well why don't you just strip the little prick, then make him suck your dong.
When your ready we would all love to watch you fuck the little dinks pussy. But
one word of caution, do not let the little prick cum."
"Yes Master", he said and moved over and started ripping the slave's outfit from
the boy now known as Dink.
Dink just stood there, the embarrasment of having his clothes, even clothes as
revealing as these, stripped off was apparent in the colour of his face and the
look of dismay in his eyes. Shithead didn't waste anytime stripping the Dink.
In just a few minutes Dink was completely naked.
"Remove my thong, Dink", Shithead orderded Dink.
Dink complied whipping the thong off. An impressive 7 inch, uncut cock flew up
and struck Shithead in the abs. It then dropped back and bounced up and down.
There were a few ah's from the audience. Shithead placed a large hand on
Dink's neck and moved him over to the bed. They both crawled to the centre of
the huge bed and Shithead lay down on his back and spread his legs. Dink
crawled between those muscular legs, bent over and began working on Shithead's
cock. The swollen purple glans was huge and seemed to just fit in Dink's mouth.
The mirrors on the walls and ceiling made it possible for everyone to clearly
watch this blowjob in all it's splendor. The Dink turned out to be one hell of
a cocksucker. He had licked and kissed his way down and around the shaft to the
base. He licked Shithead's pubic bone as though there was something there that
was delicious and he couldn't resist. He then moved down to the balls which
from my position looked about the size of golf balls in a low slung sack. Dink
picked the huge balls up in the palm of one hand and licked the sack all around
the nuts. He held them in such a way that it was clearly visible in the
mirrors, so we could all see the action.
He then took one of the huge nuts in his mouth. Shithead gave a groan of
pleasure as Dink worked that nut around in his hot mouth. It was then that I
noticed that Dink had also moved his other hand up and was massaging Shithead
boypussy. Shithead was moaning, groaning and moving his head back and forth in
ectasy. Dink now had the other nut in his mouth and was working on it.
When he figured he had done that nut justice he moved off and started to lick
and kiss Shithead in that very sensitive spot behind the nuts but infront of the
annus. Shithead was moaning even louder now. Dink then began to work his way
back up and over the scrotum and back to the base of the big throbbing cock,
which was dribbling precum all over. In fact as Dink moved up the shaft his
face became a little clearer in the mirrors and we could see that he had precum
dripping from his hair and all over his face. It must have been splattering on
him while he was sucking on Shithead's nuts.
A string of the precum was rolling down over an eyebrow and about to run into
Dink's left eye. He brought the hand that had been massaging Shithead's balls
up and wiped the precum off. He lifted his head from the cock and quickly
licked the precum from his hand. Then his lips were wrapped around that massive
head once again.
What followed was an amazing sight. Shithead's dick was thick, but the head was
much larger than the shaft, it looked like it just barely fit in Dink's mouth.
Well Dink began to push down, impaling his face on that instrument of pleasure.
He did it slowly and in stages, in a bit, out. In a bit, out. Each time that
magnificent piece went a little deep down the young throat. It took about five
minutes for Dink to finally get thoe whole length of that 7 inch shaft all the
way down his throat but he did it. As soon as Dink's nose reached Shitheads
pubic bone, the audience broke out into cheers, wolfwhistles and clapping.
Dink didn't pay any attention he just started to fuck his own face on that
instrument. Shithead was still moaning and groaning in pleasure. I wondered
if he was going to be able to bring himself to have the Dink stop so that he
could fuck him. The facefucking went on for another 5 minutes or so before
Shithead decided that he better start the ass fuck or he would loose his load
down the kids throat.
He tapped the kid on the head and then they changed places. Dink lay on his
back and raised his legs. Shithead climbed inbetween Dink's legs and shuffled
himself up close to Dink's asspussy. The Master tossed Shithead a tube of KY.
Shithead spread a liberal amount of the the gel around and into Dink's pussy
hole and then greased up his throbbing cock.
He placed the big purple head against Dink's little pink rose bud and pushed.
The head disappeared into Dink's hole. Dink gave a small vocalization of pain.
At the same time Shithead grabbed Dink's ankles and brought the Dink's legs in
so they were resting on his shoulders. The Shithead was considerate and waited
a few seconds for the Dinks annus to adjust to the intrusion of his massive
organ. He then began to push in slowly. Just as the kid did when trying to
swallow this massive instrument, Shithead pushed it in a bit, then pulled it
out. Pushed it in a bit more, pulled it out. He kept this up until his balls
were resting against the beautifull bubble cheeks of Dink's ass.
Shithead then began a slow gentle hump of Dink's ass pussy. He was hitting
Dink's prostate the rubbing was cause Dink to moan and groan in pleasure.
Slowly Shithead increased the pace until soon the bed was just a rocking from
the fucking. As they fucked they both were rubbing and pinching each others
nipples. Dink dropped his hand a couple of times to his dick to try and get
some relief, but Shithead slapped his hand away. They were both going at it so
hard now they were literally bouncing around on the bed. I don't know how
Shithead managed to stay locked onto Dink's pussy they were bouncing so maddly.
The audience was going wild. They were screaming, yelling obscene remarks,
whistling, clapping and, well you know how audiences get when they are getting
their moneys worth. They were certainly getting their moneys worth tonight.
Suddenly Shithead gave out one hell of a scream of joy. "I am cumming up your
worthless ass you fucking little Dink prink", he screamed.
You could see each ejaculation by how he tensed his body when the spasm came.
It was the most amazing thing I had ever seen. His body would tense, relax,
tense, relax. Shit it was so erotic I almost came without even touching my
dick. I could feel my nuts jumping around wanting desperately to release their
load. If this had gone on even a fraction of a second longer I am sure I would
have emptied my nuts and been in real deep shit with my Master.
When Shithead climbed off of Dink he lay back on the bed gasping for air. His
huge chest rising and falling, oh what a beautiful sight. Sweat glistened and
ran from his forehead and chest. He must have been very warm and uncomfortable
under that leather outfit.
Talking about being warm and uncomfortable, the temperature in the theatre had
risen considerably from when we had first entered, I don't know how many hours
ago. My body had that clammy feeling, but worse, much worse, I had developed
an itch.
It felt like it was dead centre in that sensitive spot between the balls and the
annus. The strap from the thong was rubbing over it, which only made it worse.
It had started something like a little pin prick just as Shithead was pushing
his big purple cockhead into Dink's glory hole. At first it was just a small
annoyance but now had grown into a full bodied, raging itch. Now we all know
that when you get an itch, if you don't scratch it, it will grow. Well my itch
had grown, it was spreading up the crack on each side between my balls and
thighs. I thought at first it was my imagination, but a new itch had started
right on the sack over top of my right nut. This itching was driving me a bit
nutty, but I couldn't do anything about it. I had to endure, but I didn't know
how long I would be able to withstand it, threat of punishment or not.
Back on the stage, the Master had growled something, but I was so preoccupied
with the itch I didn't catch it. However Shithead and Dink did. Dink raised
his legs up, grabbed his ankles and pulled his legs down so his feet were on the
bed above his head and his sexy ass was facing up for all to see.
Shithead had sat up, got to his knees and quickly crawled behind Dink. He
bent over and began to lick rapidly all around Dink's pink rosebud, which had
been glistening from Shitheads cum seeping out oh his boypussy. Although I
found this tremendously erotic, my dick was throbbing hard again. I also found
it a bit distasteful, I mean there is a big difference between licking around
the outside of an annus and licking up stuff oozing out of it. How could
Shithead do it without throwing up?
Not only did he not throw up, he seemed to relish it. He kept pushing his
tognue into Dink's beautiful little hole trying to get more of his own juices.
This went on for sometime and everyone in the theatre was moaning a little. I
also noticed that the Master on stage had an erection. His cock looked huge
pushing hard against his black leather shorts. I had a feeling it wouldn't be
long before he was in on the action.
As Shithead licked and sucked at Dink's asshole we could see his dick rising
again. Dink's dick had not gone down and was still oozing gallons of precum.
It was dripping from his cock like a faucet that had been turned slightly on,
was landing on his abs and pooling.
The Master on stage said something, but again I didn't catch it. The itch had
now spread to my pubic bone and I was sure I was going to get clipped for
fidgeting. Shithead got up and off the bed, followed by Dink. Dink quickly
began to undress Shithead. I would be willing to bet Shithead was glad to get
that outfit off. Sweat was still pouring from his forehead and chest.
Once he was naked they both turned to the Master and got down on their knees in
supplication in front of him. He stared at them both for a few moments then
said, "Do it."
They both rose and began to carefully remove the Master's leather outfit. Each
garment was carefully placed on clothes hangers which Dink seemed to produce
from out of thin air. As a piece was removed it was placed on a coat hanger and
taken over to one wall where there was a rack and hung up.
When the Masters shorts were pulled down a gasp filled the room. Out from under
the shorts popped a huge piece of man meat. His cock had to be 10 inches long
and at least 2 inches in circumferance. I thought Shitheads dick was
impressive, this one made Shitheads look tiny. Before the boys could get the
Masters shorts all the way down a long silvery string of precum started to flow
from the tip of that magnificent cock. Dink looked up quickly to the Master,
who gave a quick nodd of his head. Dink caught the long silver string before it
could hit the floor . His open mouth rising catching the string all the way up
to the cockhead. He gave a couple of quick licks at the Masters dick slit.
The Master said, "Doughnut time boys. Dink you do Shithead, Shithead do me and
I get the sweet stuff."
With that they all crawled to the centre of the bed and lay in a kind of
triangle. Dink wrapped his lips around Shithead's cock while Shithhead did the
same with the Master. The Master was not in as big a hurry to fill his mouth
with dick so he just started licking Dink's 6 inch dong. We could see him
savoury this young dick as he licked up and down each side, along the top and
bottom and then pausing to lick at the frenum for a while. Moans of delight
were begining to rise from the bed but it was difficult to try and pinpoint from
whom the moans came.
After initially taking the whole head of Shithead's dick in his mouth, Dink had
now worked his way down to Shithead's balls and was sucking away on one. His
right hand was pushed up between Shithead's legs and it was obvious he was
fingering Shithead's gloryhole.
Shithead had his face down between the Master's legs and it looked like he was
rimming the Master. Even though the Master had risen his leg it was not
possible to see the actual rimming, but you knew it was happening.
The Master had sucked and licked all around Dink's nut sack and had taken each
nut in his mouth and worked it well. Poor Dink's nuts must have been really
full and sore, he had been going almost full tilt for close to an hour without
release. But he sure seemed to enjoy the Master's ministrations. The Master
had returned to the cock itself and was just taking the head into his mouth.
He worked the head in and out, much the same as a child would do with the end of
a popsicle. The moans from the bed were getting much louder and one in
particular got real loud when the Master began this little trick.
The Master had also raised on hand and had Dink's nuts resting in his palm so he
could feel everytime the nuts began to jump. We knew when that happened
because he would slow the pace of his bobbing on and off the head of Dink's
dick. He would work it slow for a bit then pick up the pace and then just
suddenly stop. It must have been driving poor Dink mad.
Dink on the other hand was giving as good as he got. He had Shithead's dick
down deep in his throat and was holding it there. He would pull off and it
seemed take a deep breath then force it all the way down his throat and just
hold it. Being very inexperienced I wasn't sure what was happening, but
Shithead sure seemed to be enjoying it. I could see little shudders ripple
through his body has soon as his dick was deep down Dink's throat.
Shithead had the Master deep in his throat as well and he was fucking his face
on that massive cock. Shithead was obviously a master cocksucker. He took all
10 inches of that huge cock down his throat. When it was fully down, he would
make a series of quick in out motions but only moving about and inch almost as
if he were masturbating that cock with his throat. Whatever he was doing the
Master loved it because he would give out loud moans of pleasure each time
Shithead did it.
The whole scene was tremendously erotic, my dick was a throbbing in my pouch
again and it felt really wet and sticky. I really don't know how I managed to
keep from blowing my load. Just keeping my hands away from my dick took one
hell of a lot of willpower. Meanwhile the itch was spreading not only was my
entire groin area itching but now my chest, particularly around my nipples was
also itching. So between the desperate need to scratch and wank I was in one
hell of a state. As much fun as watching all this erotic stuff was I was
wishing it was over so I could get some relief.
It was then that it dawned on me what was going on. They were purposely
building up my need to cum so that when I hit that stage my need would be
greater than my humiliation at having to remove the thong. Well they knew what
they were doing because right now, I would be willing to remove that thong in
the middle of Times Square, on New Years Eve, in front of Millions of people
all over the world, if it ment relief.
If the need to itch and cum were not enough, on top of that, the few sips of
water I had taken during the break along with the rye and seven I had licked up
from the tray was now filling up my bladder and wanted to vacate the premises.
All I need now to really make life complete was for the fucking butt plug to
start wanting to vacate. Oh shit why did I think that, now it will I am sure.
On stage our entertainers were all getting ready to fill each other's mouths we
a load of sweet white cream. Isn't it amazing, all this frantic activity, all
those wonderful feelings, all the humiliation, all the fun and games, all just
to force the male body to release a small amount of white cream. Oh, isn't
nature marvelous.
The first to release his load was Dink, the poor boys nuts were bursting and he
gave out a loud scream of pleasure which passed all around the 7 inch cock of
Shithead which filled the boys mouth. The sound escaped in a kind of muffled
cry of glory. The vibration from that screem must have been all that shithead
needed to get his balls to jump and release their load of boyjuice, be cause he
then gave a bit of a loud moan which mangaged to escape around the Master's
massive cock.
We could see that the Master had started to spill his load because he was
humping Shithead's face like his life depended on it. The scene was something
else and loud moans could be heard in the audience. I don't know whether that
ment guys were cuming in their pants or not, but it sure felt good just to think
it.
When the Master and two slaves had finished sucking each other dry they all lay
back on the bed to rest. The curtain began to lower and the house lights began
to rise. The audience went wild with applause and cheering. Well one thing
sure, this part of the show had also been a hit.
Again slaves appeared from the wings bringing the Master's fresh drinks. I
tried to sit still with the itching, the throbbing of my cock, the need to piss
and now a slight need to dump. Everyone around my Masters table was laughing
and joking. Well it was nice to see someone really enjoying themselves. I
was wondering if I would every enjoy myself again. The itch was really getting
difficult to ignore.
It wasn't long before the lights dimmed and the curtain went up again. The
scene hadn't changed but the Master and Shithead were gone. In there place was
another young lad about the same age as Dink. He was standing at the end of
the bed. As soon as the curtain was fully raised Dink made his way to the new
lad and began to remove his leather outfit. Unlike when the Master was
undressed, this outfit was just dropped to the floor.
Once the new lad was naked the two of them held hands and walked to the centre
of the stage and bowed. The new lad was almost a replica of Dink. The only
difference was the size of his dick. Both of the boys were flacid, Dink's
flacid dick was about four and half to five inches long, the newlads flacid
dick was almost twice that, which ment when hard it would be between eight and
nine inches. It was also uncut and like the Master, it was very thick. After
bowing the two boys faced each other and Dink got down on his knees. He
shuffled up to the new lad and started to lick that impressive piece of boy
meat.
At the first touch of Dink's tongue Newlad's dick began to harden. I watched
in fascination as it grew and grew. Dink worked his magic, soon Newlad's dick
was throbbing and bouncing as Dink licked the head, the shaft and the nut sack.
Soft moans of pleasure errupted from his throat when Dink took each nut one at a
time into his hot mouth and gently worked them around.
The first drops of silver precum began to drip out the slit which was just
poking out from under it's little forskin hood while Dink was sucking on ball.
It dropped down and landed dead centre on Dink's cute nose and glistened there
like a silver wart. The audience found this amusing and gave a little chuckle.
Dink brought his finger up and caught the drop, wiped it on the nut sack and
then licked it up. An appreciative little clap arouse from the audience.
While he was sucking away on Newlad's dick, Dink's own cock was rising as well.
It had now reached the state that it had been in for practically the whole first
part of the act. A little drop of precum was glistening at the tip and would
be dropping to the stage at any moment.
Newlad tapped Dink on the head and then made a circling motion with his finger.
Dink stood up, turned round and bent over grabbing his ankles. Another slave
walked out from the wings with something in his hand. He walked right up to
the pair and when he got there I could see that he had a tube of KY. He
brought the tube over close to Dink's beautiful buns and squirted a liberal
amount of this lubrication on dinks rose bud. With his other hand he began to
work the lubrication around and in the Dink's pussy hole. He started with one
finger and soon had two in. He removed them squirted KY all over those two
fingers and reinserted them working them around. Then he worked in a third
finger. When he figured he had Dink's ass pussy lubricated well enough he pulled
his fingers out and turned to Newlad. He took the tube and squirted a liberal
line all along the top of the pulsing shaft. Then wrapped his hand around and
wanked a bit to work the lub all round. When he was finished he retreated to
the wings.
Suddenly the sound of the Master's voice broke the tension in the air. "The
Dink has never had a cock as big as this in his pussy before. This will be a
test of his stanima and ability to quietly take whatever is handed out. Should
he display any outward sign of pain during his break in he will be severly
punished.
All the stage lights dimmed, the theatre was in total darkness except for the
two spots which uliminated the two young men. From somewhere in the theatre a
drum roll began to play very softly. Newlad moved up closer to Dink's
backside. He placed his hands on Dinks hips moved his massive organ into
positions and pushed. The huge purple glans disappeared inside dink's
pussyhole, but he made not a sound. To my mind if he had never had a dick that
size up his ass before, that massive intrusion must have been painful. But he
gave no outward sign of it.
The audience gave an appreciative applause, not a roudy type of applause but
one of respect. Newlad then began to slowly move that massive head in and out
of Dink's pussy loosening it up. Getting it ready to take the entire shaft.
Each time he pushed the head in, it went in a little deeper. Each inward push
was followed by a short rest and this continued until the entire 8 to 9 inches
of thick dick was all the way in Dink's pussyhole.
After resting a moment, Newlad began a slow fuck, all the way out, all the way
in. He was brushing against Dink's prostate because Dink had begun to give out
small moans of pleasure. It is really hard to believe that anyone could get
pleasure from having such a big, thick object shoved up their ass, but there it
was happening right infront of me. Anyone who had any doubt only had to look at
Dink's throbbing dick to get all the proof they needed.
Newlad picked up the pace of the fuck. As he pushed forward, Dink pushed
backward and they would meet with a small slap of skin against skin. It often
looked like Newlad's balls were taking a beating as they slapped hard against
Dink's ass.
Sweat began to form beads on Newlad's forehead. Those beads joined together and
began to run down his face. More little rivelets could be seen running down his
chest. But he kept picking up the pace and what we were witnessing was two
young studs locked in rut feaver, totally unaware of their surrounds, the only
thing that matter was to cum. Every fibre of their young bodies was working to
that end, cum or die trying.
Young Dink had begun to sweat as well, he was using just as much energy in his
quest for utopia as Newlad. Again it was a most erotic site to watch these two
young men rut. There were loud gasps coming from the audience behind me. No
doubt there would be a few people leaving this theatre with cum filled pants. I
was just praying that I would not be one of them. The itching, the need to
pee, the feeling of the butt plug pushing against my annus and the stimulation
of these two boys had my dick bouncing and throbbing even more than before.
The insides of my thong pouch was sopping wet from precum. I could just
imagine what kind of gooy mess would greet me when the time came for me to whip
off the thong. The thought of the humiliation I would go through caused blood
to fill my cheeks.
Finally Newlad let out a squeal, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming. Slam that pussy up
here and take my cum you fucking faggot bitch."
Then Dink gave out a squeal and he began to shoot his load down towards the
stage floor. Rope after rope of hot seed erupted from Dink's pulsing dick and
slammed onto the stage floor under pressure. The two boys kept humping until
finally Dink's dick stopped shooting. A few more humps and they seperated.
The audience hooted, clapped and cheered. The Master walked out onto the
stage and over to Dink. Dink was now standing and smiling at the ovation from
the crowd. The the Master's voice filled the theatre and the ovation stopped.
"Look at the fucking mess you two have made on the stage. Get it cleaned up
now," he ordered.
The two boys instantly dropped to the stage and began licking up Dink's cum. At
one point both there heads came together and they swapped a quick kiss, cum
covered tongue's swapping loads. Then it was back to cleaning up the mess.
The Master stood there and watched very carefully to make sure they got it all.
When he was satisfied he told the boys to stand up.
He then addressed the audience. "I now need your help gentleman. All those
that believe the Dink passed the test raise your arms."
Shit I couldn't look around to see. But at our table every hand went up.
Then the Master asked, "All those that believe the Dink failed the test and
should be punished, raise your arms."
Again I couldn't look to see.
"Well Dink you lucked out tonight, the Master's have unanomously voted in your
favour. You passed the test." The audience broke out in wild applause and
Dink, with a smile on his beautiful face turned and bowed to the audience. Then
as the curtain began to drop all three turned and walked to the wings.
The house lights came up and the theatre was one big din of noise. My Master
said something to his two guest Master's then stood up. I remained kneeling
until I was sure he was going to move. Then William and Henry both stood up as
well. The Master said something to William then turned and began to move off
down the isle towards the exit doors. I was on my feet in an instant, but the
pain I was feeling in my limbs was something else. On top of that I still had
to pee and was itching like hell.
In just a few moments we were back in the special room. After all three had
gone to the toilet and refreshed themselves I was given permission to go in and
take care of business. I finally got to empty my bladder and use toilet paper
to clean off most of the gooey mess that was all over my dick and balls. It
took a little longer than I expected and a little longer than the Master
expected because Henry came in to check up on me.
"What is taking you so long Pussyboy", he demanded.
I explainded about the gooey mess and Henry seemed to believe me because he just
told me to hurry and went back to the other room. I finished up as quick as I
could and at the same time gave my self a good scratch. It was such a relief
to be able to scratch the fucking itching.
When I returned to the room the three of them were sitting exactly as they had
earlier. I made my way over to kneel beside the Master. I noticed that the
tray was back, did that mean there was going to be another accident?
There was a full glass on the coffee table. The Master reached over, picked it
up and took a tiny sip. He sat back in his chair and then reached over to place
the drink on the tray. As before as soon as the glass was on the tray it was
accidentely, on purpose was my bet, knocked over.
"Oh shit, Pussyboy clean up that mess quick before it sinks into the carpet", he
commanded.
I gave a quick yes sir response and was down there licking up that wonderful rye
and seven. I was terribly thirsty and this was just what the doctor order.
Again not only did I lick up all the drink but also chewed up the icecubes.
When I was finished the Master looked at me and asked, "How are your legs
holding out, Pussyboy, have they started to cramp on you?"
"Ah...no sir, but they have stiffened up sir", I responded.
"Would you like to get up and move around to loosen them up?"
"Yes sir I would really like that, but only if it pleases you, sir", I answered.
I was starting to learn my place.
A smile lit up his face and his eyes sparkled. "Then by all means get up and
move around. I want your legs good and loose before we go back into the
theatre."
"Thank you Master for your kindness, sir", I said and ment it. "I will do my
best get them as loose as possible sir."
I stood up and began to walk around the room, lifting my legs high and shaking
the stiffness out. Once I had been around the room a few times I tried a
little running on the spot, it felt wonderful. Then a few jumping jacks
followed by more quick laps around the room. By the time the little ding dong
sound giving the 10 minute warning came my legs were as loose as they were going
to get.
"Ok let's get back to the theatre. When we get back in there Pussyboy you
won't be staying with us. Henry will take you behind the stage and turn you
over to Master Jackson. He will give you all the instructions you need for
the contest. Remember Pussyboy, it is very important to me that you win this
contest. Also remember that if you win you will be rewarded with something I
know you want very much. So go for it".
With that he turned and headed out the door and being connected to him by a
chain, I followed.
To be continued.
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
Comments to: robolder@excite.com or elder@fetchmail.com
