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High Roller - Night 1
"We're here, sir." The Rolls slowed to a halt as I slipped on my plain, black sunglasses. The door opened to the balmy air surrounding the Mirage Hotel. "Hello Mr. E, my name is Hank and I'll be your personal servant for the duration of your stay." Hank was 6 feet tall with a hunky build that rippled even through his formal wear. "If you'll follow me I'll show you to your suite." Hank snapped his fingers and the 6 gorgeous men standing behind him scrambled to get my luggage and open the door.
As we walked through the private VIP hallway lined with 2 way mirrors to see into the casino wherever I wanted, Hank ran off a list of the amenities offered by the Mirage. "As per your instructions we've modified the suite to include extra beds and baths. The oil dispenser is fully functional and the video equipment is working flawlessly. I've taken the liberty of modifying the lighting to respond to zone sensitive body temperature and to provide voice control for all windows." I walked along, nodding approvingly as Hank went on to describe all the food and beverages offered around the clock by the Mirage. My attention was caught by a plaque hanging on the wall marked "Men's Room". Not missing a beat, Hank told me that the double-sided mirrors lining the hallway offered a view of ALL the action the casino had to offer.
Rounding the corner, we came to a piece of gold art with exquisite carvings of greek male wrestling. The luggage boys continued to the right as Hank slipped a flat card into a seemingly solid wall. To my surprise the carving slid up into the ceiling to reveal an elevator, into which Hank led the way.
The entire elevator was lined with mirrors, including the floor. There were no buttons on the inside, only a pair of matching latches on either side of the elevator entrance. As the door closed and I took in the elevator, Hank explained, "This is your private elevator. It can go anywhere in the hotel. It will respond only to your voice and my voice. In addition to responding to floor commands, you can instruct the elevator to speed up, slow down or stop. The door does not open until you command it to. Should you be delayed in the elevator for ANY reason, these two cabinets will provide for your EVERY need. They are linked to high-speed chutes to your private concierge service and to my quarters. Just say what you want and it will be immediately sent to these cabinets. Right now they are stocked with your standard fare." I opened the cabinets to find everything I hoped for: 1 large container of olive oil, some KY Jelly, an 8" dildo, some latex gloves and a bucket of ice. "We may leave whenever your ready, sir." I nodded, and Hank said, "Suite." With that the carving lowered back down and the elevator began to ascend.
As we glided higher and higher my thoughts wandered back to my favorite topic: sex. The long plane ride and the limo trip had allowed me to fantasize all I wanted, and now my dick was in need of service. I gazed over at Hank, admiring his perfectly toned physique, smooth arms, rippling abs and full crotch. I decided that the suite would have to wait, and with that I said, "Stop." The elevator stopped immediately. "Is something the matter, sir?" Hank asked so innocently. "I need some personal attention," I replied while lowering my hands slowly to my now bulging package. "Of course, sir" Hank said and immediately began to strip off his clothes.
Hank was even more beautiful naked. His body was completely hairless, including his balls. His ass was tight and full, his balls were at least 3 inches big. But the best was his cock: 6" soft and perfectly cut and colored. Without a word he came over to me and started kissing my neck gently as his hands undressed me. One by one my clothes fell to the mirrored floor, until I was left only with my silk boxers tented by my rock hard 6" cock. Hank's hands gently caressed over my ass as he pulled my boxers down, letting my dick spring out. He ground his now erect 8" cock into mine and I locked my legs around his, mashing our crotches together in ecstacy. I reached around and squeezed his exceptionally firm ass, all the while our lips locked in a passionate embrace. I could have stayed in that position forever, but my cock was aching to release. I withdrew from our kiss and looked Hank in the eyes, then let me eyes dart down towards my cock. He understood perfectly and dropped to his knees. Slowly and gently he began to wrap his moist, puckered mouth around my manhood, taking his time and paying particular attention to my sensitive head. As he began to lower further and further toward my pubic hair, I could feel his masculine hands rubbing up and down my legs. With each bob of his head he would get closer to my groin and his hands would get closer to my ass. And at the moment he swallowed my whole cock, he inserted one finger into my tight hole. He continued to do this in rhythm with the bobbing of his head on my penis. I closed my eyes and surrendered to pure ecstacy, my only connection to the real world were my hands gently guiding Hank's head as he sucked my dick. Between the perfect blow job I was receiving and the finger-fuck my ass was enjoying, I just couldn't take it, and I blew my load, which Hank willingly ate up.
Hank didn't miss a beat and said, "Continue" as he rose from his servile position, smiling the whole way up. The elevator slowed to a stop, and I ordered the door to open. I kissed Hank passionately just before I stepped out and gave his still naked ass a pinch before the elevator carried him away.
The room immediately outside the elevator was huge, with a marble floor and gold sculptures on every wall. I walked across the massive room toward the far door, which led into my private bedroom. The room was the size of a small house, with a solid window across the entire length. The bed was, as I requested, twice the size of a King size bed. About ten feet from the bed was a padded circular arena, about 25 feet in diameter, with a specially crafted oil dispenser on the side. To the other side of the bed stood two marble poles with leg and arm shackles hanging on each pole. In addition to that, the room featured a variety of cameras mounted in every possible angle and area.
It was while I was admiring the cameras mounted on the marble poles that I heard someone say, "Every camera is equipped with smart sensors, which automatically record when someone is near them." I turned to see a bookish looking man of medium height with a strong swimmers build. "Hello, my name is Ricardo. I am the assistant servant. I will be attending to your needs while Hank takes care of dinner." I shook his hand while looking over his body. Everything seemed to be in order. "We have some time before the food will be ready," Ricardo mentioned, "perhaps you would like to take a tour of the room?" I nodded and Ricardo walked quickly towards the large main room.
We passed into what seemed to be a dining area. "This is the dining room," Ricardo said in his Latin accent, "it affords a beautiful view of Las Vegas and is equipped with a chute similar to that of your elevator." Ricardo walked back into the marble room and crossed into the bathroom.
The bathroom was about half the size of the bedroom, and decorated just as lavishly as the marble entrance room. Immediately to the left of the door, flush against the wall of the entrance, were two solid gold sinks and a wall sized mirror. Straight ahead was an enormous glass enclosed shower with at least 20 showerheads and room for a dozen people. To the left of the shower was an oversized hot tub with silver handles all along the edges. "Your bathroom is designed to handle both cleaning AND entertaining." Ricardo said. "I've saved the best for last." He said while twirling around and walking back to the marble room. There were no more doors, so I wasn't sure what he meant. Just then he approached a gold carving to the right of the elevator doors, similar to the one I had seen downstairs. As Hank had before, Ricardo slid a card into the seemingly solid wall and the carving lifted up. He stood to the side to let me enter.
What I saw inside shocked and excited me all at the same time. It was a gym full of buff men working out. Each one an exquisite specimen of the male form. Ricardo stepped in behind me and clapped his hands saying, "Stand at attention slaves, your master is here." And with that every man dropped what he was doing and they all lined up along the center of the room in two rows of four sculpted hunks (all dressed in tight black shorts). They ranged in height from 6' 1" all the way down to 5' 3". They had all colors of hair and eyes, but they all shared two common features: muscular bodies and full bulges. "Dinner will be ready in 45 minutes, I'll leave you and prepare the dining room," Ricardo said as he exited.
I walked down the row, inspecting each man as I did. The first one just looked straight ahead as I looked over his body. I ran my hands along his chest and rippling abs; I could feel his skin tighten with excitement as I felt his body. Just to test him I slapped my hand hard against his crotch and squeezed his balls tightly. He let out a muted wince and I just smirked. The next man was very young looking, with a boyish face, a slim, hairless body, pitch black hair and eyes to match. His head hung down as I approached him, as if he was ashamed. I walked up to him and stood straight and looked directly at his still hanging head. I ran my hands up and down his body, slowly caressing both his sleek hairless chest and his supple young ass. All the while he still did not make eye contact. I let my hand move slowly up from his groin following the crevice between his sculpted abs up to his chin, which I pushed up gently until he was looking me straight in the eye. I closed my eyes and kissed him gently on the lips. I held him close, released his lips and whispered, "You're beautiful." He just looked at me like he was waiting his whole life to hear that.
I continued down the row, each man was beautiful and each man was individual. Some were quiet and shy, others confident and cocky. I made sure each knew who was in charge. It was the last guy that got me, though. He was the shortest of the bunch, about 5' 3", with brown hair and eyes. He had the body of a gymnast, and a smile like nothing I've ever seen. He didn't even wait for me to initiate, instead when I was in front of him he moved forward, stroked my chest and then lowered his hand into my pants and grabbed my package firmly. I gave him a surprised looked, but he just grinned wickedly and them seized my head and planted a deep French kiss. I melted in his arms and for the first time I just wanted to surrender myself to someone: mind, body, and spirit. Before I could get too comfortable, he released me from his lips and pushed me away slightly. He just looked at me slyly and gave a wink. I could tell I'd have to keep my eye on him.
Having finished touring my slaves, I checked my watch and realized that dinner would be soon. "Take me to get dressed," I commanded. And with that two men picked up onto their shoulders, the others in tow. We walked to my room, were I was gently undressed by four of the men. Two more came and washed me with gentle sponges, while the final two dried me as the sponges moved up my body. The defiant slave came with a red and black silk robe folded neatly, which he held out to me. "Put it on," I said, all the while smiling at him. He looked annoyed and began to put the robe on. He came around to the front to tie the sash, but I stopped him. "From the back, slave." He moved behind me, and I could feel the heat of his body only a few inches from mine. He reached around my waist and tied the sash. Before he could pull back I grabbed his hands and guided them to my inner thighs, forcing him so rub them softly. I could feel his soft, rhythmic breath quicken on the back of my neck, and I pushed my ass against his growing cock. I guided his hands to my dick, forcing him to stroke it and cup my balls. Just then I stopped, and quickly turned around. He had an angry scowl on his face, to which I replied, "Now we're even," and winked.
"I want you all in white cloths, now." With that they scrambled to switch from their tight black shorts into loose fitting white loin cloths. They all lined up when they were done, just as Ricardo announced that, "Dinner is served." Once again I commanded to be carried, which I was.
We arrived at the dining room to a table full of exquisite food on the finest china available. I was set down just near the head of the table. "This chair won't do," I said. "You, I want another chair," I ordered to the cocky hunk nearest me. He proceeded to remove the chair and went for another when I said, "I don't want that chair, I want YOU to be my chair." The other men snickered and laughed as this arrogant man was forced onto his hands and knees to serve as my chair. I let most of the men sit and eat, keeping the shy one nearest me. When the defiant slave went to sit, I said, "What do you think your doing? You are to be my napkin. Strip down and stand by my side." He looked at me incredulously, but resigned himself to it, realizing there was nothing he could do.
Two of the slaves were assigned to cut up my food and feed it to me. When ever I would get a little messy, I would pull the defiant slave near me and wipe my face with his shaved cock and balls, which only excited him even more. By the time dinner was over, his cock and balls were covered with bits of delicious food. I decided that since he had been a good napkin, he deserved a reward. So I began to lick all around his groin, lapping up the bits of food and sauce. Slowly I cleaned each of his balls, making sure to get every speck of food. I then began to lick around the base of his manhood, cleaning in a spiral towards the top. When I reached the top, I flicked my tongue into and around his slit. Then I sensually played with the sensitive area around and under his head. Finally a went all the way down on his rod, moving my head up and down until I could feel his cock tighten. Just at that moment I pulled his cock out and let his cum splash all over my chest. I smeared his jizz all over until my torso was shining with a film of hot sperm. To prove to this defiant slave who was boss, I forced him to lick every drop of his own cum off my chest, which was followed by his giving me a blow job and swallowing my cum.
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