Dominus 2
by Mark Angle
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There were eight other slaves in the house. All were male, but only two of them were used for our Master's intimate pleasure. The other six cooked, cleaned and oversaw the smooth running of the house. Two of them also taught us reading and logic, but not every day. The three personal slaves were actively encouraged to exercise and keep their bodies muscular.
When I woke up on my second, my new Master kissed me, gave me a gigantic slap on one buttock which made me scream to his delight and sent me away. I did not know where to go, so I just walked out of his room. I was greeted by another slave who showed me to my cell and to the bath. He told me how to keep clean and tidy. The villa was immaculate. I did not see my Master again that day. I was aware that any attempt I made at even touching my penis might be construed as theft, and, as much as my affection for my new Master remained, I was terrified at what his anger would be like.
I met the other two intimate slaves. They were older than me. One was in his early twenties and one was in his mid twenties. They did not seem to have a clear idea of what their age was, nor did they seem to care. They were strikingly handsome, both of them. The oldest one was very pale with clearly defined muscles, the younger one had skin darker than mine, and nappy hair. I was told that the older slave was to be called Primus and the second Se- cundus. I was to be Tertius.
I tried to have a conversation with them, but they didn't seem to care. The way they looked at me, it looked like they wanted me to stay away from them. I didn't mind.
On my third day, in the late afternoon, me and Primus were sent to meet our Master in a room I'd never been in before. It was similar to the room at my previous owner's place. It had chains to the wall and benches. Our Master was fully dressed. He had us kneel before him and kiss his feet. Then, he asked us to kiss each other. I did not understand, but I obeyed. I could tell Primus was reluctant at first.
Our Master had us undress and lie down on a soft surface at the center of the room. We were told to rub our bodies against each other's and kiss. Primus clearly tried to do as little of it as he could. I had started by obeying our Master, but Pimus's body had an effect on me. He was just too smooth and muscular and ag- ile to be ignored. I started feeling good every time our two bod- ies touched and quickly became extremely erect. I ignored my erection and never touched my penis with my hand or rubbed against Primus's body. I felt that doing otherwise would lead to bad consequences.
Without us realizing it, our Master had grabbed a flogger. A rather small one. The smaller they are, the more painful. Without warning, he hit Primus with a single lash of it. Primus screamed, moaned and grabbed me. His penis became hard and his kisses be- came deeper, longer. They became real. Then I felt the sharp pain of a single lash on my own skin and, as a reflex, I held Primus closer to me in turn.
We started hissing each other with kindness and passion. From time to time, a single lash would fall on one of us. Then, the one being hit would scream, a little less loudly each time, and he'd hold the other tightly.
At one point, I felt I could no longer take the flogging. It was too much. A final lash had me crying. It was not pain, it was the accumulation of all the lashes, the emotion they had caused in me. Tears started pouring out of my eyes. Primus looked concerned and worried. He held me tenderly against him, caressed my body, rubbed it against him. I could not control the tears, but his comforting felt good. At that time, I had not noticed that the lashes had stopped.
We found ourselves lying down on the soft mat in the middle of the room, our bodies sweaty, fully exposed, to our Master's con- tent. When I realized that our Master was glad to see us that way, I lifted a leg to expose my anus to him, hoping it would please him. It did. He reached to it and caressed it gently. I moaned. Primus held me tighter when I did.
Our Master then came closer to us and started touching Primus's body. He rubbed his armpits, his belly, his throat. Primus was moaning and seemed to enjoy every single part of it. He ended up rubbing his body against our Master's. Our Master then took some oil and rubbed in on Primus's anus. Then, to my great surprise, he rubbed some on my penis. He told me, "You will possess this slave until you climax."
I had never inserted my penis into another man's body before. I did not know what it was like. Primus was overtaken with desire. He was on his back on the mat, moaning. Our Master slapped his face and body a few times. I thought it would take him out of his state, but it only seemed to encourage it. Our Master grabbed Primus's feet and opened his legs up to me to reveal the man's anus. He said, "I own that penis you are about to use, slave. Through you, it is me who will penetrate this slave. Your body is only to be extension of my will. Do you understand, slave?" I said, "I understand, my Master."
I inserted my penis into Primus's anus. He moaned even louder. He said, "Take me, Master. Your slave needs to be filled by his Mas- ter's penis. I can feel your body in mine, Master." And I knew Primus was telling the truth. I could feel that this cock be- longed to our Master. I could feel that these insides, warm and welcoming, smooth and greedy, were our Master's as well. I said, "Thank you, Master. This feels so good, Master." Our Master said, "This is your slave brother's ass, slave. You are penetrating it for my peasure, slave." Primus's ass was contracting around the penis, as if to guide it further in. He said, "This is wonderful, Master. I adore and worship you, Master." And I knew I had to say the same because I thought it too. I said, "Thank you, Master. I adore and worship you, Master. Thank you for allowing me to enjoy my brother slave in this way, Master."
Our Master then told me, "You can climax now, slave." A few min- utes later, I did. I fell down on Primus and we covered each oth- er with kisses. Our Master, who had never undressed or taken his own penis out this whole time, sent us out to be cleaned and to rest.
Primus never looked at me angrily ever again.
Two days later, I was taken to the same room. Our Master was there, and so were both Primus and Secundus. Both slaves were on the mat. Their bodies were oiled. Primus was anally penetrating Secundus, who seemed to be enjoying it a lot. Secundus was on all fours with Primus behind him. Both were moaning and thanking our Master. Their movements were slow, deep, knowing. Our Master was still all dressed up. I wished I could touch his body again. Just thinking about it made my penis erect and water come to my mouth.
The two men on the floor did not seem to notice me at first. Our Master gestured me to get closer and pulled the two men apart. He oiled my penis and told me to possess Secundus. I did as I was told. The body of Secundus was hot and sweaty, trembling with de- sire. Primus immediately started kissing me and holding my body against his. Our Master positioned Primus in front of Secundus so that Secundus could suck Primus's penis, which he did, eagerly. Primus and I looked at each other while we were both penetrating Secundus and kissed again, kindly, gently. Our Master crouched next to us and kissed each one of us in turn and caressed Secun- dus's shivering back. He whispered in my ear, "You may not cli- max, slave."
Then he pulled us apart and had Secundus penetrate Primus while Primus was sucking me. Secundus did not spontaneously kiss me. Our Master had to gently push our heads together for us to kiss. Finally, I penetrated Secundus anally, while he was on his back, licking Primus's anus. Secundus's anus was very loose. Primus's anus had been loose too, but not as much as Secundus's. Secundus also contracted his ass as if to pull my penis further in, but not to the extent to which Primus had.
Our Master then had Primus get off of Secundus's face, lie down next to him and kiss him. I was looking at them, through Secun- dus's warm, firm legs. Our Master then told me, "I want you to climax soon, Tertius. Look at them, desire them, feel how fortu- nate you are to be with them and with me in this way and then climax inside of your slave brother." Then he added for everyone, "Remember that I own you in parts and in whole. The semen you are about to receive is mine. I expect gratitude for letting you en- joy it." Each one of us, in turn, said, "We are grateful, my Mas- ter."
Eventually, I climaxed inside of Secundus. When I did, he held Primus tight and against him. The affection that was going on be- tween the two of them became infectious. They were beautiful, passionate and caring. When my climax was over, our Master pulled my penis out and gave it to Secundus to suck, which he did with some eagerness.
Then, our Master told me to leave. He said he was going to finish with his two other slaves and I was to get rest and get cleaned. I left without turning back but just as I had exited the room, I heard more lashes and screams. They were screams of pleasure, and, despite my recent experiences, I found myself envious when I realized I had been deprived of what was going on in the room I had just left, whatever that may have been.
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