Picking up from the previous chapter where I had met with Rewan and Greg for the first time. My 'audition' to be their fucktoy was about to begin.
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Corrigendum: I used to live in Kuala Lumpur where the events in the first few chapters happened, about 18 months ago. I am now based in Europe. I should've worded this better in the previous chapter. Apologies.
ASIAN SLAVE SUBMITS 2
I was led to the massive bathroom in the apartment and then commanded to spread my legs.
"Just an enema, boy. You know the drill, so just follow our orders. Don't make a mess," said Greg.
A slim nozzle was pushed against my tight hole, but my sphincter resisted the intrusion. Rewan then pinched and twisted my nipples and I instinctively let the nozzle pass into my rectum. I looked up to Rewan's face and he gave me a cheeky wink and that sexy smile again - he had discovered my 'magic buttons'. Water then filled my rectum and bowel, tepid but it felt cold to me. I was ordered to hold it in and not let a single drop out. It was not long before I felt the impending cramp built up in me, yet water continued to flow in.
All this while Greg was watching the grimaces on my face as I bit my lip from the cramp. He grabbed my chin and told me to look into his eyes. Finally the flow of water ceased but the nozzle remained in my rectum. Greg continued to hold my gaze while his other hand turned on the tap once again and more water flowed into me. I bit my lip again as the cramp grew and then he turned off the tap. This sadistic cycle was repeated a few times until I felt my abdomen bulged out obscenely and I shook my head a few times in protest. The cramp had turned into a discomfort. Greg let out a short laugh and turned off the tap for the final time.
I made a mental note to myself to be wary of Greg. He's definitely a brutal dom.
The nozzle was then removed, but not before I was warned to keep the water in. I did my best, but a few drops trickled down the inside of my legs. It must've felt like an eternity, but I was finally allowed to let the water out in the toilet, which came out crystal clear to my great relief. I'm proud that I satisfied them in cleaning myself out. I was then ordered to shower and clean myself thoroughly.
I strolled back to the living room once I've dried myself and was taken aback with what looked like a bunch of metal and leather contraptions on the coffee table. Rewan did give me a list of the bondage gear they owned when we chatted 2 days ago, but I didn't expect it to be used so soon. I wasn't familiar with most of the gear then, so a quick google search revealed some terrifying images of slaves in absolute pain.
I acknowledged the fact that some of the slaves in those images were actors or were embellishing their reaction, nonetheless it scared me shitless. Both of them assured me that the gear were not designed to inflict pain, but to heighten pleasure. I consented, yet somehow understood that it was to heighten their pleasure, not mine.
Greg picked up a thick, sturdy slave collar with the word 'FUCKSLAVE' clearly spelled out, and clasped it around my neck in a tight yet comfortable fit. A flat leather strap extended from the collar halfway down the back of my body. This strap was connected to a pair of thick and heavy leather cuffs, which Rewan proceeded to cuff both of my wrists behind my back. The collar-strap-cuffs contraption was designed so that my forearms rested on the middle of my back, rather than lower, so that my arms formed a 90 degrees angle at the elbows. It was uncomfortable, but not painful.
A pair of leather cuffs were clasped around my ankles, but not attached to each other. Then I heard a few 'clicks' of padlocks and the jingling of keys. I knew then that they meant business.
A leather ball stretcher was next, and I was glad that I always kept myself smooth around my pubes and balls, not that I have much hair there or anywhere on my body anyway. In fact, as of now, the only hairs I have are on my head and armpits. I'm actually quite proud of my smooth body as the lack of hair accentuated my muscle tone. I was glad that they were gentle on my dainty balls, as the stretcher was thick and stiff.
At this point my cock had stirred into a semi-hard state, as the ordeal was starting to arouse me. It was such a turn-on to see both of them working in unison, like seasoned hands, putting the gear on me.
I saw a grin forming on Rewan's face and somehow knew that nipple clamps were next. He pinched, pulled and twisted my nipples, kneaded them between his thumb and forefinger as I hummed in pleasure. His grin turned into that sexy smile again as he moved to stand behind me. The assault continued as he leaned slightly over my shoulder to kiss me, gentle yet full of passion. I closed my eyes instinctively to enjoy the moment, which was a mistake.
At this precise moment, when I was caught off guard, Greg applied the clamps. I broke Rewan's kiss and let out throaty groan - it was the first mixture of pleasure and pain I felt that weekend, but certainly not the last.
I looked down at the clamps on my nipples but what caught my attention was my own raging hard-on, which appeared to be slightly bigger now that my balls were stretched. I groaned again as Greg tugged the chain connecting the clamps a few times, testing that they're attached securely. This made the clamps to dug deeper onto my nipples and my cock to flick upwards in response to each tug.
"It seems that your nipples are wired not only to your arse, but also to your cock. Is that too painful, boy?" asked Rewan. I nodded my head a few times.
"Is it also pleasurable?" he asked again. I hesitated to answer and remained silent.
"Master Rewan asked you a question, boy - answer him!" commanded Master Greg as he slapped my rock-hard cock with his hand, causing me to yelp in pain.
"Ah! Yes... yes it is," I replied.
"Yes what, boy? I didn't quite hear you," asked Master Greg as another slap landed on my cock. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fist in pain, my breathing rapid and shallow, but I manned up and didn't cry out.
"Yes it is very pleasurable, Sir!"
"That's better. Remember your place, boy. Your cock seems to enjoy the clamps, so we'll leave it on. Quite a nice cock you have there by the way, shame it won't be getting any attention this weekend," teased Master Greg. Part of the agreement that we had for the `audition' was that I wasn't allowed to touch or play with my cock without permission.
It seemed like the short end of the stick, but I've learned from experience that it was extremely difficult for me to continue being fucked after I had cum. The longer I denied myself an orgasm, the more intense it became. Also there's nothing quite like the feeling of cumming without touching myself while being fucked.
I was then ordered to bend my upper body over slightly, spread my legs and stick my arse out. A humbler was attached to my balls, made easier with the ball stretcher already in place. This prevented me from standing straight, forcing my pert butt out. Master Rewan shoved a brown vial under my nose and told me to take a good sniff, saying that I would need it.
I had taken poppers before, so I took 2 long hits. Heavy padlocks were added to the chain connecting my nipple clamps to weight them down, and I was ordered to hold that position. Both Masters Greg and Rewan took a step back to admire their handiwork.
I felt light-headed as the weights were flicked so they swing from my nipples and my arse was spanked. As the poppers beginning to hit me, the fine line between pleasure and pain started to blur, melding into one as I surrender myself to lust and letting it take control of my inhibitions. Wild thoughts swam in my head... to expect pain and to receive it gladly for the pleasure of my masters... that their pleasure was ultimately my pleasure. I spread my legs and stuck my ass out further in response to the hands that were now molesting my arse. Maybe I was destined to obey them... to exist purely for their sexual pleasure. Coming out from my reverie, I felt their fingers trying to gain entry into my rectum...
"...still very tight. But did you see his hole pucker in and out? He's a natural bottom sub," said a voice, probably Master Rewan.
"Hmm. Let's see what the other hole is like," said Master Greg.
A hand rested on my shoulder, guided me down on my knees and straightened my back. The pressure on my balls was finally relieved and I came down from my poppers high, fully aware of my surrounding again.
Both Masters Rewan and Greg came into view again as they moved to my front, with Master Rewan in the process of taking his t-shirt off. I saw his back first, nicely tanned, the muscles contracting and relaxing with his movements. When he turned around and dropped his shorts, I was treated with quite a sight: Master Rewan was the perfect specimen of a Nordic stud.
Straight blond hair bleached by the tropical sun, handsome face, broad shoulder that tapered down to a slim waist with flat V-shaped pelvis, muscular pecs that crowns a 6-pack abs, strong arms snaked with veins, and sturdy legs with a light dusting of fine golden hairs. His uncut cock was already hard and it looked bigger than the 8 inches in his pics; of uniform thickness that curved gently upwards. Master Rewan was, and had, the perfect package.
I turned to Master Greg and he was already naked. Straight dark hair that frame a textbook rugged face you see on cologne ads. He had the same swimmer build as Master Rewan, except for the dark treasure trail that leads down to... my jaw dropped. That was the biggest flaccid uncut cock I have ever seen, as long and thick as Master Rewan's erect cock. I shudder to think what it was like fully hard. I had died and gone to bottom heaven.
Master Greg took advantage of my slack jaw and shoved his cock in. I wasn't a champion cocksucker but I had my share of training, so I got on working, my tongue exploring under his foreskin and keeping my teeth out of the way. I barely got halfway down the shaft when it hit the back the back of my mouth and I gagged, trying to eject it from my mouth. But Master Greg was quicker than me, grabbing my hair and keeping his still soft cock in there.
Once again Master Greg's sadistic traits came to the fore, warning me to keep my teeth out of the way while forcing as much as his cock into my mouth. If my hands were free I could've wrapped them around his cock. I kept on choking on it every few seconds.
But this aroused him, as in no time his cock grew to full mast. It was really HUGE! It had got to be about an inch longer than Master Rewan's, perhaps slightly thicker. I was struggling to continue sucking; choking and gagging in the process. This frustrated him as he yanked my head away from his cock. He grabbed another leather and metal contraption that looked like something dentists use to keep their patients' mouth open, and threw it at Master Rewan.
"You open his throat up, you're better at this. I don't have the fucking patience," he said to Master Rewan. And with that he got himself a drink, sat down on the couch and lit a cigarette while watching us.
I was relieved, as Master Rewan was more gentle, but no less firm. He removed the flat leather strap attaching my cuffed wrists to my collar so my arms were free and I could balance myself. He put on the spider gag on my mouth, led me to the couch and he sat down next to Master Greg. I got on all fours between his strong thighs and was given another hit of poppers. Master Rewan lit a cigarette and guided my mouth to his cock.
With my inhibitions once again disappearing, I got on working on his cock and found that it was a lot easier with the spider gag. I could go down on his cock without worrying about my teeth getting in the way, and my tongue was free to lick his shaft. By the 5th try I was able deep throat Master Rewan's cock, all the way down to the base.
Yes it was irritating my throat, yes it cut off my breathing, and yes my eyes were watering. With time I was able to control my breathing and deep throat for longer, especially with the weights on the tit clamps constantly stimulating my nipples, and in return, my cock and arse. The occasional hit of poppers helped too. But what kept me going was the contented look on Master Rewan's face as I continued to service his cock.
"That is fucking hot, boy. Keep going. Look at how his eyes are watering up but it didn't even bother him, Greg," said Master Rewan.
Soon I got to taste Master Rewan's salty-sweet precum in my mouth, and it sent me into a slutty frenzy. My head was bobbing up and down his cock, trying to savour every single drop of his stud-nectar. But this ecstasy was short-lived, as Master Greg yanked me off Master Rewan's cock and grabbed the metal chain connecting my nipple clamps.
"That's enough. His throat should be sufficiently open for my cock. Let's move to the bedroom," said Master Greg.
I followed them into the bedroom and was ordered to lie on my back, with my head hanging off the foot of the bed. My cuffed wrists were attached to the metal bedposts at each end. I was given another hit of poppers and Master Greg shoved his monster cock deep in my mouth and hit the back of my throat with little difficulty. In this position my mouth aligned with my throat and allowed easy access. I gagged a few times but Master Greg continued to throat-rape me and all I could do was pace my breathing to match his rhythm.
I could tell that he was enjoying using my throat as he moaned gleefully a few times. At the other end, Master Rewan spread my legs and rimmed me. They took turns fucking my throat while the other spanked and teased my arse open and, with me manhandled into various positions: on my back, on my side and on all fours. The chain connecting my tit clamps was used liberally to further assert their dominance over me when it was grabbed to shuttle me between their cocks.
At no point were my 2 dom masters seen touching, playing or even kissing each other, which further reinforced the notion that they're just mates. Their attention was always on me, or rather, they were dancing a carefully choreographed routine of sharing me as their plaything. The combination of feasting on 2 very fine cocks, the nipple clamps and hits of poppers kept my own cock hard and dripping precum. True to their word, my cock was completely ignored while being used.
Soon I was stimulated enough to be able to take 1, 2, then 3 fingers up my arse, with the help of copious amount of saliva I produced from cocksucking with a spider gag. I must had been sucking them for over an hour, maybe more, at this point. Not that it mattered. I was in cock heaven and my inner pig came to the fore, cock-hungry. I was allowed to worship their taut bodies and licked the salty sweat on their skin. The thought and the experience of being used this way was strangely liberating, the heady smell of their stud-musk made me more willing and pliable.
Seeing that I was able to take 3 fingers up my arse and that I was totally horned-up, Master Greg decided that it was time for me to get fucked. I felt the urgency in his voice as he ordered me to assume position at the end of the bed again.
My cuffed wrists were once again attached to the bedposts, head down and the humbler forcing my arse up. I knew what was coming when Master Rewan positioned himself in front of me and Master Greg at the back, slapping his massive fucktool on my arsehole.
"Sirs, may I ask that Master Rewan be the one to open me up," I mumbled almost unintelligibly through the spider gag, hoping that Master Rewan's slightly smaller cock would be less painful.
"Shut up, fuckhole. Take what you're given," said Master Greg sternly, slapping my arse.
"Please be gentle, Sir... slowly please," I pleaded again, which was ignored as I was given another hit of poppers and fed Master Rewan's cock.
I wasn't sure if it was the combination of my arsehole loosening up, or the generous lube applied, but Master Greg shoved his 9 inches of thick monster meat into me in one fell swoop, but managed to get only 3/4 in before his cockhead hit the other end of my rectum. There was simply no more room in my tiny arse. I wanted to scream, but no sound came out, as Master Rewan shoved his own cock deep down my throat at that precise moment.
"This isn't good enough, fuckslave. You WILL take all of it," ordered Master Greg. And with that he forced the last 1/4 in, right down to the base of his cock.
The pain was U-N-B-E-A-R-A-B-L-E!!! My insides burned and I felt like my arse was about to explode from being overstretched. I started to panic and was trying to pull my arse away, but the humbler kept my arse in place. I was close to fainting, but then the poppers high hit me, and I convinced myself that the pain was only imaginary, that it was only clouding the real pleasure that I was supposed to feel.
"Oh yeah, this is one sweet arse - fits like a glove," said Master Greg, his voice full of glee, resting the full length of his cock in me for a few seconds. This lulled me into a false sense of security as my tiny arse was adjusting to the intruder's sheer size. This was but the calm before the raging storm.
Master Greg was ruthless when the fucking started. He cared for nothing and no one else but his cock and pleasuring it. He fucked me mercilessly, almost jackrabbit style, in rapid in-and-out rhythm. Every last inch of his cock was given the pleasure of pillaging my tiny overstretched hole, as he withdrew just so that only his cockhead was inside me, then slamming it home ball deep, intermittently slapping my arse if I moved or fidgeted even a little bit. My arse wasn't going anywhere until he was done with it, and he took his fucking sweet time.
I lay there immobilised, eyelids heavy, having a total out-of-body experience while my mind were transcending from the realm of absolute pain to sheer pleasure. I pictured myself being pounded on both ends, arse up in the air, my hard cock leaking even more precum and bouncing to the rhythm of the fucking, nipple clamps jingling, 2 hot studs using my holes for nothing but cumdumping. Wow that scene looked hot!
"You like that don't you, being spit-roasted like a fuckwhore you are. Feel my fuckrod in you, savour all of it," grunted Master Greg through gritted teeth, ramping up his fucking pace. This brought me out of my autoscopy back into my body. I opened my eyes to see that Master Rewan has quickened his pace too, his thick cock sliding in and out of my mouth. Oh yes I felt Master Greg's cock too, all 9 inches of it, and his order to savour it made something clicked in my brain.
I risked another stinging spank by re-adjusting my arse slightly to align it with Master Greg's cock. This new angle made the humbler pulled my balls slightly further, but it made Master Greg's cock hit the G-spot that was my prostate. Total pleasure flooded throughout my body. I was in submissive-bottom-cumslut nirvana.
I lost track of how long I was in that state of bliss, 30 or 45 minutes probably, but I didn't want it to end. Master Rewan was the first to show telltale signs that he was about to climax. The sight of his best mate fucking a willing bottom's tiny hole totally turned him on. Master Greg must had looked triumphantly stud-like, sweat pouring off him while subjugating a fuckslave to his will; to his massive fucktool.
Sensing that he was close, Master Rewan gave me one last hit of poppers, reached under me to release my tit clamps and rubbed my nipples. This combination of light-headedness and blood flooding back into my nipples sent me into intense overdrive, as my tongue and throat enveloped his dick ball-deep and tightly in my mouth, holding it fast. If this was the reaction he was looking for, he definitely got it. Master Rewan let out a relieved moan and came straight down my throat, his spurts of cum hitting the back of my throat in broken streams.
The taste of Master Rewan's cum triggered my own climax. It was the beginning of a fierce orgasm that centred on my stimulated G-spot and spread all over my body. I shuddered, tensed, and the floodgates opened, the surge of cum jetting out of my cock to coincide with Master Greg's fucking rhythm.
This in turn caused my sphincter and anal muscles to clamped down hard on Master Greg's cock, which proved too much for him. In one final thrust he rammed all of his monster cock into my tensed arse, let out a long grunt, and released the torrents of his stud-juice deep in me... 6, 7, 8 squirts of cum, maybe more... it seemed to take forever, and I wonder how could that volume of cum remained in my hole. There were simply no more room there.
It obviously didn't remain long in my hole. When Master Greg stopped shuddering, his cum dribbled out of my arsehole, forcing its way out even though my sphincter was stretched to its limits by Master Greg's still hard cock. Master Rewan released the humbler that locked me in that `arse-up' position and all of us collapsed in a heap, Master Greg on top of me and Master Rewan on the bed next to us.
We lay there drenched in our own sweat, spent, in that post-fucking euphoria trying to catch our runaway breath. Fatigue finally caught up and I felt awareness draining from me, but I was mistaken to think that I can finally rest. Master Greg grabbed a fistful of my hair and spoke into my ear.
"You have been bred by our cum now, slut, and we have claimed you as ours, and ours alone. That is my hard cock still buried deep in you and it will return again to claim its right of place there. You will spend the whole weekend opening up your boycunt to us..." said Master Greg, his voice trailing off as I gave in to my tiredness and passed out.
Next chapter coming soon...