Life with Tim 4

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Life With Tim

Chapter 04: Meeting Master Ed at the Bar

Tim and I were both excited as Saturday afternoon wore into Saturday evening. We both took showers together. He washed my back and I washed his. I tweaked his nipples. He tweaked mine. We were both hard as rocks.

"You need to clean out?" Tim asked.

"Yea!" I said reaching for the douche hose.

"Let me," Tim offered. He took the hose from my hands and adjusted the water temperature so it was just the way I liked it. Not too cold and not too hot. "Bend over."

I complied.

Tim inserted the tube gently into my ass and let the water run, filling my inside with warm water. Tim pulled the tube from my ass and I expelled the water.

"You need more," Tim stated as he inserted the tube with running water back into my ass. Tim filled me up again and pulled the tube out so I could release the water. Fortunately, the water was clear. "You're all set! That was fast."

"I cleaned out when I showered this afternoon after you fucked me," I responded. "I knew you get a little squeamish with this process. Why did you want to do it this time?"

"I wanted to make sure you're ready for tonight," Tim stated. "I want tonight to be right for both of us. I think I need to clean out, too. I know you're looking forward to this. I am, too. After all, this is your birthday."

"I think this will be a birthday we both remember," I said. "Do you want me to help you get ready—just in case?"

"Sure," Tim said as he bent over.

When we were both clean and showered, we stepped out of the shower and dried each other—making certain we were especially vigilant with the cracks of our respective asses.

"I think you're glad to be going out tonight by the looks of your cock," I said as I observed Tim's cock beginning to swell.

"Yea! I hope I don't bust before it's time," Tim chuckled.

We both dressed. Tim more carefully than I. I put on my most worn jeans, a black and white flannel shirt, a leather vest, black leather belt, and lace up black leather boots. I knew I wasn't going to have my clothes on for too long.

Tim put his steel cock ring on and a pair of black leather underwear that laced down the side. I had suggested he wear those so he could slip out of them easily. And, they showed off his bulge. Then, he put on his chaps, leather harness, black slip on boots, and a leather vest. When we were ready to go out the door, we both grabbed our black motorcycle jackets. We were off to meet Mater Ed at the Cell Block.

To say I was somewhat apprehensive is an understatement. Sure, Tim and I had sex with other men before, but I never played the role of slave to a Master with Tim present. I knew what to expect, and I hoped Tim knew what to expect.

We arrived at the bar around 10 pm. I don't think either Tim or I had been to a bar that early in our lives, but Master Ed suggested that we meet early so we could chat, have a couple of drinks, and relax before heading off to his house.

Master Ed had arrived just a few minutes earlier than Tim and I. He was standing at the bar near the doorway with a beer in his hand.

"Hello, boys!" Master Ed greeted.

"Hello, SIR!" I responded.

"Hi Ed... Sir... What should I call you tonight?" Tim questioned.

"Ed is fine for now."

Ed lost no time in getting into the swing of things. "On your knees boy and assume the position."

"Yes, SIR!" I said and knelt before Master Ed with my eyes looking at the floor and hands behind my back.

"Are you ready, Tim?" Master Ed asked as he turned slightly to Tim.

"Yes. Yes, I'm ready." Tim replied.

"Do you recognize this, boy?" Master Ed said to me as he pulled a chain and leather collar from the waist back in his chaps.

"Yes, SIR!" I said. "It's a collar."

"Yes, boy. It is a collar. Do you know whose collar, boy?" Master Ed asked

"Yes, SIR!" I responded. "It was mine when I was in your service, SIR!"

"That's right, boy. No one else has ever worn it after you." Master Ed said as he turned toward Tim. "You still okay, Tim?"

"Yes."

Ed slipped the collar around my neck and drew it tight. He slipped a chain leash from his jacket pocket and clipped it onto the collar. "What does that mean to you, boy?"

"That I am at your service, SIR!" I responded.

"And, how will you serve me, boy?" Ed added.

"Any way you want me to, SIR!"

"Good boy!" Ed said as he pulled on the chain indicating he wanted me to stand.

I stood in front of Master Ed. Hands behind my back. Gazing toward the floor as I had been taught by Master Ed several years earlier.

"Come here Tim," Master Ed commanded as he turned from facing me to facing Tim.

Tim moved forward. Master Ed grabbed him by the waist and pulled Tim toward him. Master Ed planted a firm, wet kiss on Tim's lips. Tim naturally responded. Tim was a great kisser and he loved to kiss.

"Let me get you beer, Tim." Master Ed suggested. "I could sure use one."

Ed turned to the bartender behind the bar. "Two more please."

Tim looked at me. I smiled. I knew I wasn't going to need to drink another beer that evening. I'd get my fill of beer from two very inviting taps.

"Let's move over to the corner where it's not as bright," Ed said to Tim as he motioned toward the opposite corner of the bar. "Come on boy. You still know how to follow your Master, boy?"

"Yes, SIR!" I replied. With that, I followed closely behind Master Ed as he, Tim, and I moved toward the darker corner.

"On your knees, boy! And, assume the position." Master Ed commanded."

"Yes, SIR!" I replied as I sank to my knees with my hands behind my back. Eyes gazing downward at Master Ed's boots.

Master Ed unbuttoned his chaps and then his jeans. He fished out his cock and flashed it in my face. "You need a drink, boy!"

"Yes, SIR! Thank you, SIR!" I answered. I took Master Ed's cock in my mouth. Ed shoved is limp cock—up to his pubic hairs—into my mouth. I felt Master Ed's stream of yellow gold flowing into my mouth. I swallowed as quickly as I could. It was good to drink from Mater Ed's tap again! I kept swallowing making sure I didn't lose a drop of his piss.

Master Ed took is hardening cock out of my mouth as I licked the tip of any remaining liquid. He shoved it into his jeans and closed his fly and refastened the buttons on the front of his chaps. Master Ed then turned to Tim and said, "You need to take a leak, Tim?"

"Yea! As a matter of fact, I do," Tim replied. He hastily followed Master Ed's lead and fished out his somewhat hard cock. He shoved in my mouth. I closed my lips around his shaft and Tim released his stream of piss. Again, I was able to take every drop.

After he finished, Tim tucked his cock back in his jeans and buttoned up. Tim turned to Master Ed and said, "Wow! That was great! I've never pissed down Steven's throat. As a matter of fact, I've never pissed in anyone's mouth."

Master Ed and Tim were again lip locked. After several minutes, Tim asked Master Ed, "Want another beer, Ed? My treat!"

"One more won't hurt," Master Ed replied. "We can fill he boy up again later."

Tim went off to the bar to retrieve two more beers "I saw Ricardo at the bar. He's looking particularly hot tonight," Tim reported when he returned a few minutes later with the two beers in his hand.

Master Ed and Tim sipped their beers while I remained kneeling, hands behind my back, and looking at Master Ed's boots.

"Who's Ricardo?" Master Ed asked.

"He's a guy we played with a few weekends ago," Tim replied. "Hot man. Hot body. Hot cock. Hot ass."

"You two play with many men?" Master Ed asked Tim.

"Every now and then," Tim answered. "It's been a thing with us ever since we met in Provincetown. We only play together though."

"Good. Then this evening won't be totally strange to you," Master Ed managed. "You like to see the boy get fucked?"

"Yea! It's especially hot when a big dicked guy fucks him. We prefer versatile men. I fuck the guy. The guy fucks Steven."

"Nice!" Master Ed responded with a big grin on his face.

Master Ed and Tim continued a light conversation while they drank their beers. They were getting to know one another better. I stayed kneeling in front of Master Ed with my eyes looking at his boots.

"Are we ready to head out, Tim?" Master Ed asked.

"Sure!" Tim replied eagerly. "Do you need the restroom before we go? I know I do!"

"Yea! Good idea." Master Ed said as he undid his fly and fished out his cock. "Here, boy. It's all yours!"

I moved my mouth to take Master Ed's cock down to his pubic hair so I wouldn't lose any of his golden stream. I took it all. Swallow after swallow after swallow.

"Your turn, Tim!" Master Ed said as he put his cock back in his pants.

Tim undid his fly and brought out his semi hard cock. I sucked his cock into my mouth awaiting his stream of piss. Soon I felt it coming. I kept swallowing and swallowing. I didn't miss a drop.

"That's better," Tim said as he stuffed his cock back into his jeans. "I think I can travel more comfortably now."

Master Ed reached over and pulled Tim close and gave him a big, sloppy wet kiss and then grabbed the chain leash and pulled me up. "Okay, boy. Let's go."

Master Ed and Tim walked out of the bar side-by-side with me trailing behind. When we arrived at Master Ed's car, he said, "I have a remote start on this car. It's already warm."

Master Ed opened the back door. Master Ed turned to me and said, "Strip boy. Coat. Shirt Shoes. Socks. Jeans."

"Yes, SIR!" I replied and began laying my cloths in the back seat of Master Ed's car. When I had taken off everything except my collar, I stood at attention with my hands behind my back, and my eyes at Master Ed's boot.

"Get in and lay on the floor!" Master Ed ordered.

"Yes, SIR!" I said as I crawled onto the floor in the back of Master Ed's car.

Master Ed took all of my clothes from the back seat, opened the trunk, put my clothes inside the trunk, closed the trunk lid, and finally closed the back door. "Ready to go, Tim?"

"Am I ever!" Tim replied as he opened the front passenger door and got in.

Master Ed took the driver's seat and maneuvered his car out of the parking lot and onto the street on our journey to Master Ed's home in the south part of Chicago. I heard Master Ed and Tim talking and laughing as I watched the street lights from the back of the floor of the car.

Master Ed pulled into his driveway about 30 minutes after we left the Cell Block. I hadn't been to Master Ed's home since he let me go almost two years ago.

"Boy," Master Ed said as he turned to the back seat. "Get off the floor and go stand on the front porch. Tim and I will put the car in the garage and come in the back way. Stand at attention facing the front door, hands behind your back. Understand, boy?"

"Yes, SIR!" I dutifully replied. I raised myself from the floor of Master Ed's back seat and opened the door.

`Fuck it is cold,' I thought to myself. I walked toward the front porch and up the stairs and took my position as instructed by Master Ed. I heard Master Ed's car move forward to the garage in the back of his house.

Finally, I heard Master Ed and Tim in the living room. The door opened.

"So, boy," Master Ed began, "Are you ready to come inside?"

"Yes, SIR! Thank you, SIR!" I replied as any dutiful slave would.

I entered the house and Master Ed closed the door. "On your knees, boy. Hands behind your back." Master Ed instructed.

"Yes, SIR!" I replied as I knelt before Master Ed, put my hands behind my back, and gazed at Master Ed's boots.

"Lick my crotch, boy," Master Ed demanded.

"Yes, SIR!" I said as I moved toward Master Ed's growing bulge and began to lick the crotch of his jeans. I felt my dick growing hard after shrinking to almost nothing while I was standing outside.

"Okay, boy. Wait here. Tim and I will be back in a moment." Master Ed said.

"Yes, SIR!" I replied. I stayed kneeling, hands behind my back, and gazing downward at the floor.

Master Ed and Tim returned about 15 minutes later. Both had shed their shirts and clothing underneath their chaps. Tim was hard as a rock and Master Ed was not far behind.

Master Ed came near me and knelt to pick up the chain. He tugged on the chain indicating that I should stand. Master Ed spit in my face and said, "What do you say, boy?"

"Thank you, SIR!" I replied.

"You remember, don't you, boy?" Master Ed asked.

"Yes, SIR! I remember, SIR!" I said.

"On all fours and follow me," Master Ed barked.

I lowered myself to my hands and knees and followed Master Ed who was still tugging at my chain leash. Master Ed led me into the kitchen near the island in the center of the room and pointed to a dog dish with water in it.

"Drink if you want, boy!" Master Ed said.

"Yes, SIR! Thank you, SIR!" I said and moved over the dish and began lapping up the water.

"So, Tim, do you want another beer?" Master Ed asked.

"Yes, please," Tim replied.

"They are in the fridge. Get one for both of us," Master Ed suggested to Tim.

Tim moved toward the refrigerator, opened the door, and found two ice cold beers. He opened them and passed one to Master Ed. They both gulped beer from the bottle.

"That tastes good," Tim said to Master Ed.

"Yes it does, Tim. Just to let you know, I like to start a session with a boy by giving him a warm wine enema. I'll show you how it's done." Master Ed said to Tim.

Master Ed picked up a pan and popped open a bottle of white wine. Nothing fancy. Just white wine. Master Ed emptied the bottle in the pan, put it on the stove, and began to heat it. When the wine was just the right temperature, Master Ed turned off the stove and placed it on the island near me as I stayed on my hands and knees like an obedient slave.

Master Ed picked up an enema bottle and filled it with the warm wine. "It helps to relax the boy," Master Ed stated to Tim. With that, Master Ed inserted the enema tube in my ass and started the flow of wine. Master Ed handed the enema bag to Tim and said, "Hold it fairly high so the wine gets in his ass. I need to get something"

Tim held the enema bag as the liquid flowed into my bowels. I began to feel myself fill with the wine and cause some obvious pressure. I didn't know how long I could hold it, but I knew I could not let any of the liquid out of my ass for fear that Master Ed would need to punish me.

Master Ed finally returned to the kitchen as the enema bag finished dripping into me. He was carrying a medium butt plug and a can of Crisco. "I think this will keep the fluid in his ass until I'm ready for it to drain."

Master Ed removed the enema tube and quickly inserted the butt plug in a very swift movement. `That fucking hurt like hell,' I thought to myself.

"Stay where you are, boy. You need to keep that in for at least 10 minutes.

"Yes, SIR! Thank you, SIR!" I replied.

"Come here, Tim," Master Ed said.

Tim moved to Master Ed. Master Ed pulled Tim next to him and began kissing. Big, sloppy, wet kisses. Needless to say, Tim responded passionately.

"I understand you like this, Tim." Master Ed said as he started to tweak Tim's nipples. "Yea, I can tell."

"Oh! God! That feels good," Tim eagerly responded and took it upon himself to nibble on Master Ed's nipples.

"Oh, yea!" Master Ed responded. "Feels great, Tim. Feels really great." With that, Master Ed lifted Tim's chin to meet his lips and they both resume a passionate kiss on the lips.

"As much as I'm enjoying myself, Tim, I think it's time to drain the boy." Master Ed calmly whispered to Tim. "We'll get back to this later."

Master Ed released his hold of Tim and moved toward me. He reached down and picked up my leash and tugged it to indicate that I should follow. I crawled behind him as he led me into the bathroom.

"Sit," Master Ed commanded as he motioned to the toilet. "Pull out the plug, boy. Then, release."

"Yes, SIR! Thank you, SIR!" I replied.

The liquid drained quickly out of me. I was feeling a little high at that point. Maybe from the wine that had been in my ass for the last 10 or 15 minutes.

"Stand up, boy. Turn around and bend over the toilet."

"Yes, SIR!" I replied as I turned around and bent forward with my hands on the toilet seat to hold me up.

Master Ed picked up a medium sized 8 inch dildo and put some Crisco on the end with a little on my asshole. "We'll see if it's all out." With that, Master Ed shoved the dildo in my ass. First just penetrating me with the tip. He paused for a moment. Then, Master Ed slowly but forcefully started pushing the dildo up my ass. He didn't stop until it was all in.

"Do you want to help, Tim?" Master Ed asked.

"Yea! I would." Tim replied as he moved behind me and took the handle of the dildo.

"Pull it almost out then push it back all the way in," Master Ed instructed Tim.

With that Tim began to pull the dildo from my ass, but he stopped just short of pulling it completely out of my ass. Then, he rammed it back in.

"Good, Tim. Keep it up. Start slowly then speed it up. Make sure the boy feels it." Master Ed again instructed Tim.

Tim followed orders explicitly. He started slowly and, finally, after several thrusts was pulling it out and pushing it back in with a vengeance.

"I think that's enough, Tim. Pull it out completely." Master Ed said when he thought I had had enough for the moment.

Tim pulled the dildo out of my ass.

"Put it in the sink, Tim. I think he's got all of the liquid out."

Tim put the dildo in the bathroom sink and stood awaiting further orders.

"On your hands and knees, boy," Master Ed commanded. "Follow me."

Master Ed led me into the guest bedroom just beside the bathroom. Tim followed. There was a towel on the bed.

"Lay on the towel, boy, with your ass over the edge of the bed." Master Ed said.

I moved to the bed and situated my back on the towel with my ass hanging over the bed as instructed.

"Tim, I always like to fuck a boy before moving downstairs." Master Ed explained. "I like to get it out of the way so I don't cum too quickly when I'm passionate. Do you want to go first, Tim?"

"Definitely!" Tim said excitedly. Tim moved between my legs and lifted them over his shoulders. He aimed his rock hard cock between my legs and shoved it in my already greased ass. He was slow at first. Then, he picked up speed until he was almost panting. He was definitely enjoying himself. "Ahhh! Ahhh!" Tim grunted. I knew he had to be close. About that time, Tim let his load go. I could feel the warm cum fill the inside of my ass.

"That was good, boy!" Tim said as he started to pull his spent cock from my ass and lower my legs.

`He called me boy. I think that means he likes the situation so far,' I thought to myself.

"Nice work, Tim," Master Ed said as he kissed Tim on the lips. They lingered for a few moments.

Master Ed took his place between my legs. He lifted them over his shoulders and shoved his cock inside me in one long, quick stroke.

"That feels good, boy. Really good!" Master Ed commented.

"Yes, SIR! Thank you, SIR!" I responded.

Master Ed began to fuck me. He was rougher than Tim. His thrusts were faster more quickly. All the way in. All the way out. Over and over.

"I'm cuming, boy! Get ready! Ahhhh! Yeeeesssss!" Master Ed shouted. I felt Master Ed's cum shooting in me and filling my ass. Master Ed withdrew from my ass in one swift motion.

"On your knees now, boy! I think we're ready for the second phase of the evening." Master Ed suggested.

I move from the bed to on my hands and knees. Master Ed began tugging my chain leash to indicate that I follow him down the stairs and into his dungeon/playroom. Tim was eagerly following right behind.

"Stand up, boy," Master Ed demanded. He led me to the center of the room where two wrist restraints were hanging on chains from the unfinished ceiling.

"Tim, why don't you come over here and help me with this." Master Ed suggested.

"What do I do?" Tim asked.

"Take his wrist and put it in the restraint like this," Master Ed instructed as he showed Tim how to tighten the restrain around my wrist. "It should be secure, but it shouldn't be too tight. We don't want to cut off the boy's circulation and end our session prematurely."

Tim took my wrist and expertly followed Master Ed's instructions and secured my wrist securely.

"Very good, Tim. You're a quick learner," Master Ed commented. "Now, we're going to do the same to the boy's ankles. Use that restraint there on the floor. Do the same thing as we did with his wrists."

When I was secured, Master Ed pulled the restraints on the floor so that my legs were spread as wide apart as possible. He tightened the wrist restraints in the same fashion.

I was stretched totally at both my wrists and ankles. I could feel my body stretch to accommodate the restraints.

"Tim, would you please bring me that red box there on the top of the table?" Master Ed calmly asked.

Tim retrieved the red box and placed in on the table in front of me.

Master Ed moved to the side of the table that was farthest from me. Master Ed said, "Look me in the eyes, boy."

"Yes, SIR!" I replied as I raised my eyes to gaze into Master Ed's.

Master Ed opened the lid of the red box and pulled out two sets of tit clamps. He held one set in each hand so that I could see them. "Which do you want first, boy?"

I looked at the first set Master Ed held in his right hand. I looked at the second set he held in his left hand. I looked back to the first ones. "Those, SIR! Thank you, SIR!"

"Good choice, boy. We'll start slowly." Master Ed agreed. "Tim come over here please."

Tim moved to Master Ed's side.

"Do you know how to put these on?" Master Ed asked.

"I think so, but I could use some help." Tim said.

Master Ed and Tim moved in front of me. Master Ed took my left nipple and pulled on it several times. He put the clamp in the middle of my nipple and adjusted the tit clamp tighter. "Is that okay, boy?" Master Ed asked me.

"Yes, SIR! Thank you, SIR!" I said.

"You try it, Tim, on the other nipple," Master Ed instructed.

Tim pulled on my nipple several times just like he was instructed to do. He put the clamp securely in the middle of my nipple and started to adjust the clamp tighter.

"More," Master Ed instructed.

Tim tightened the clamp even further.

"That's good," Master Ed said to Tim.

Master Ed moved to the table again and pulled out a leather ring and chains. "Do you know what these are, Tim?"

"I have an idea," Tim confessed.

"Parachute to put on the boys balls," Master Ed said.

Master Ed moved in front of me and knelt facing my crotch. "You grab the boy's balls and pull them down like this," Master Ed said as he pulled my balls to stretch the skin. "Then, you put this around his balls like this and fasten it. These chains are to add weights as we go along tonight."

"Cool!" Tim exclaimed.

"I think we should start with five pounds. Do you think you can handle that, boy?" Master Ed asked me.

"Yes, SIR! Thank you, SIR!" I replied.

"Good boy! Clip them on the ring at the bottom of the chain, Tim."

Tim held the weight and clipped it on the parachute. He looked at Master Ed for further guidance.

"Drop it," Master Ed said.

Tim let go of the weight and let it dangle from my balls. At first it was excruciating pain, then the pain began to subside as I got used to the weight.

"We'll add more later," Master Ed said to Tim.

"Are you okay, boy?" Master Ed asked me.

"Yes, SIR! Thank you, SIR!"

"Good boy!" Master Ed said.

Master Ed moved to the other side of the table again. "Tim come over here, please."

Tim moved behind the table and faced Master Ed. Master Ed pulled Tim closer and began to kiss him passionately. Tim responded in kind. They kissed for what seemed a long time as the weights pulled at my balls, but I suspect it was only about 10 minutes or so.

Master Ed and Tim finished their kiss and moved slightly apart with Master Ed still holding Tim by the waist.

"Have you ever whipped someone, Tim?" Master Ed ask quietly.

"No, but I have paddles Steven's ass," Tim said.

"Have you ever been whipped by someone, Tim?"

"No," Tim again replied.

"Have you ever seen anyone whipped before?" Master Ed asked again.

"No," Tim replied.

"Good. I want you to enjoy this experience. Do you mind if I whip the boy?" Master Ed asked.

"No! Not at all. I expected that you would want to whip him from what he told me," Tim answered.

Master Ed moved across the wall where he kept his extensive whip collection. He selected two from the wall and moved again towards me. Master Ed lifted one and then the other so I could see both.

"Which one do you want me to start with, boy?" Master Ed asked.

I looked at the both and motioned to the one in Master Ed's right hand. "That one, SIR!"

"Good boy!" Master Ed responded. "Heavy, knotted. It will get us all in the mood."

"Tim, watch me and I'll explain." Master Ed said to Tim.

Tim moved so he could see Master Ed in action.

"Start slowly and softly. That will get the boy in the mood." Master Ed instructed as he began to gently land the whip on my back for the first time.

"Count, boy!" Master Ed said.

"One, SIR! Thank you, SIR!"

Master Ed began slow, rhythmic strokes of the whip across my back.

Each stroke, I yelled, "Two, SIR! Thank you, SIR!... Three, SIR! Thank you, SIR!... Four, SIR! Thank you, SIR!..."

Master Ed began to pick up the pace and the force. When my count finally hit 25, the strokes were fast and hard. I was sweating like a pig. Master Ed began to ease up on the speed and force of the strokes.

"Fifty, SIR! Thank you, SIR!" I heard myself yell.

"Good boy. Good boy." Master Ed whispered in my ear.

"What do you think, Tim?" Master Ed asked as he turned to face Tim.

"Fucking hot, man! Fucking hot!" Tim exclaimed.

"Let's get a beer, Tim, and take a break." Master Ed suggested.

"Great idea," Tim said. Master Ed and Tim disappeared up the stairs.

"Before we go upstairs, I think we need to add another five pounds to the boy's balls," Master Ed decided. Tim picked up the next five pound weight and clipped it onto the chain at the bottom of the parachute and dropped it.

"Ahhh!" I screamed from the pain. "SIR! Thank you, SIR!"

I was left in restraints and started to feel the places the whip hit my back. It was painful but highly erotic to me. As a matter of fact, my dick was hard as a rock sticking straight up even with the ball weights still on my balls. I also became acutely aware of the tit clamps bearing down on my nipples

A little while later I heard Master Ed and Tim start down the stairs.

"I have an idea, Tim." Master Ed said as they reached the bottom of the stairs. "I know you're not keen on getting whipped, so I would like to try something else. I want to tie you to the front of the boy here. I think you would enjoy feeling his body move as the whip hits his back. I think I might even tan his ass a little. Are you up for that?"

"I'll give it a try," Tim responded. "It might be kinda nice."

"Okay. Step over here in front of the boy." Master Ed suggested to Tim. "Hold your hands up to his."

Tim stood facing me with his hands raised to meet mine.

"I'm going to use Duct tape." Master Ed said as he began taping Tim's wrists to mine.

"Is that okay, Tim?" Master Ed asked. "Not too tight?"

"Its fine," Tim responded.

"Good. Now spread your legs." Master Ed demanded.

Tim spread his legs so our ankles met.

"Good," Master Ed said. "I'll tape you in place. Let me know if it's too tight."

Master Ed continued to tape our bodies together at the ankles.

"I think one around your waist, too," Master Ed explained. Master Ed ran two layers of duct tape around our waists to make us move together as one.

"Are you ready, Tim?" Master Ed asked.

"Yes, I'm ready," Tim replied.

"Boy? Ready for more?" Master Ed said to me.

"Yes, SIR! I'm ready, SIR!"

"Let me know if you want me to stop, Tim," Master Ed suggested.

"I will," Tim replied.

Master Ed returned the whip he used earlier to the wall and selected another one. Master Ed brought it over so I could see it clearly.

"Remember this one, boy?" Master Ed asked as he showed me the whip.

"Yes, SIR!" I replied. It was a cat-o-nine-tails whip similar to the one Master Ed used on my back earlier. This one, however, had thinner pieces of leather so, I knew from past experience, it stung more as it hit my skin.

"Count, boy," Master Ed demanded.

"Yes, SIR! I replied.

"Just relax and let the boy's body move as he gets hit with the whip." Master Ed instructed Tim. "That way you will know how his body reacts to the whipping."

I felt Tim relax and then felt the first stroke hit the middle of my back.

"One, SIR! Thank you, SIR!" I yelled.

The second blow landed on my ass.

"Two, SIR! Thank you, SIR!"

The third blow hit my shoulders.

"Three, SIR! Thank you, SIR!" I felt my body move with every stroke and Tim's body moved with me.

Master Ed picked up the pace and strength of delivering the blows to my backside. He was careful to place them in as many places on my body as he could without hitting Tim.

"Ahhhh!" I screamed. "Fifteen, SIR! Thank you, SIR!"

Finally, the pace started slowing. The strokes started getting lighter.

"Twenty nine, SIR! Thank you, SIR!"

The last stroke landed firmly on my ass. "Thirty, SIR! Thank you, SIR!"

"Nice," Master Ed said as he put his hand on my hot, red ass. "Yea! Very nice."

"What did you think, Tim?" Master Ed asked.

Tim paused for a moment before he said, "Like I said earlier. It was fucking hot!"

"I'm glad you liked it, Tim." Master Ed said as he moved to remove the duct tape that held Tim's and my body together. First, he cut the Duct tape around our waists. The ankles were next. Finally, he removed the tape around our wrists.

"Want to try whipping the boy, Tim?" Master Ed asked.

"I think so." Tim said hesitantly. "Can he take more?"

"Let's ask the boy," Master Ed suggested.

"Boy? Do you want more?"

"Yes, SIR! Please SIR!"

"Good." Master Ed said. "I think we'll deliver a few blows to the boy's front side. Let me get a good whip for that."

Master Ed moved to his collection of whips. He put the one he just used back on the wall and selected another one that I hadn't seen before.

Master Ed handed the whip to Tim. "You can be as rough or as gentle as you like. Start out slowly and gently. Pick up the pace as you go along. I think he'll need at least twenty. Cover his body from nipples to his stomach. Don't forget the cock."

Tim moved to face me. He smiled and said, "I think I'll like this."

Tim pulled the whip to his side and slapped on my chest.

"One, SIR! Thank you, SIR!"

Next it was my stomach.

"Two, SIR! Thank you, SIR!"

Then, my hard cock.

"Ahhhh! Three, SIR! Thank you, SIR!"

Tim aimed the whip at my harnessed balls, pulled back, and cracked the whip.

"Owwwww! Four, SIR! Thank you, SIR!"

Tim kept delivering the blows all over the front of my body. I could tell by Tim's expression that he was enjoying this immensely. He delivered the final, extremely hard blow to my stomach.

"Twenty, SIR! Thank you, SIR!" I screamed.

"Nice work, Tim! You handled that whip like a pro!" Master Ed offered. "How did that make you feel?"

"God! I loved every minute of it." Tim replied. You could see he did as he examined the marks on the front of my body. "I like the looks of it, too!"

"I think I need to get rid of a load of piss, Tim. How about you?" Master Ed asked.

"I'm definitely ready. I could pee like a racehorse." Tim eagerly replied.

"Let's take the boy down and hose him down." Master Ed suggested. "Let's start with the ankles and then the wrists."

Master Ed and Tim unhooked me from the restraints. It felt good to move in a less restricted fashion.

"Assume the position, boy!" Master Ed demanded of me.

"Yes, SIR!" I replied as I knelt with my hands beside my back ready to take Master Ed's and Tim's cock.

"You want to go first, Tim?" Master Ed asked.

Tim didn't reply, but moved toward where I was kneeling.

"Take it. Don't spill a drop." Tim ordered.

I took Tim's cock in my mouth and was ready to accept his steady stream of piss. I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. Tim really had to piss, I could tell.

"My turn," Master Ed insisted as he moved is dick in front of my mouth ready to drink his piss. He let go. Again, I swallowed every drop.

And, I thought to myself, "Tim's piss is sweeter than Master Ed's."

"Good boy," Master Ed said approvingly. "Let's get him in the shower."

Master Ed led me by the chain leash to the basement shower and positioned me under the shower head. He turned on only the cold water and let it run down the front of my sweaty body. The cold water took my breath away at first.

"Turn around, boy!" Master Ed instructed.

I turned to rinse the back of my body with the ice cold water. Finally, Master Ed shut off the water and handed me a towel.

"Dry off, boy. Then, we'll rest a bit. You've done very nicely so far tonight." Master Ed complimented me.

"Thank you, SIR!" I said as I took the towel and began to dry by sore and red body.

After I finished drying, Master Ed led me over the bar and motioned for me to take a seat on one of the bar stools. Master Ed sat on another stool next to me and motioned for Tim to sit beside him.

"So, Tim. What do you think so far?" Master Ed asked.

"I'm really glad I agreed to do this," Tim started. "Sex with Steven... er... the boy here is really great. But, I'm learning a lot about him, you, and some of my hidden desires. I like the power you have over him. Seeing him submit to you is fucking hot. I like the way he's in your—no our—control. It makes me feel more powerful. I'm not sure Steven and I will ever have a Master/slave relationship, but I've really enjoyed seeing this kind of bond between two men."

"What did you like most about this experience?" Master Ed questioned.

"Seeing Steven, my lover, give his body to you." Tim continued. "I think that's hot. I also like when I was connected with him while you were whipping him. Just feeling his body react to the blows of the whip. His movements. His whimpering. His total submission. As I've said before, this is fucking hot!"

"Do you get fucked, Tim?" Master Ed asked.

"Yea. I get fucked from time-to-time. There are a couple of guys we play with who fuck us both." Tim continued.

"Does the boy ever fuck you?" Master Ed asked.

"He's never fucked me. I don't think I want him to. I like him to watch me get fucked by other guys. I want him to know that he will never experience fucking me. Sort of the forbidden fruit." Tim stated rather matter-of-factly. "I might even like to try the S&M bottom role sometime. But, not with him."

"I understand, Tim." Master Ed said. "I never let the boy fuck me when we were together. Somehow it didn't just seem right. What do you want to do now?"

"Your call!" Tim replied.

"Good," Ed said with a big grin on his face. "Ready to go at it again, boy?" Master Ed said to me.

"Yes, SIR!" I exclaimed.

"Assume the position, boy," Master Ed ordered.

"Yes, SIR!" I replied. And, I moved my naked body in front of Master Ed and knelt down on my knees with my hands behind my back looking down at Master Ed's boots. I awaited his orders.

"Now, boy," Master Ed began as he fastened the chain leash to my collar, "let's move on. I think it is time for the sling, don't you think, Tim?"

"Cool! I've never even seen a sling let alone played with someone in one." Tim replied with a big smile on his face. His smile was almost as big as his now hard 8 inch cock.

"On all fours, boy," Master Ed ordered.

I complied and was down on my hands and knees as Master Ed instructed.

Master Ed led me further into the playroom to the awaiting sling. Master Ed turned to Tim and said, "We are going to shackle his ankles to these restraints. I usually leave a boy's hands free, but I think, this time, we will restrain his arms as well."

Master Ed tugged on the leash, indicating to me to stand. I stood with my hands behind my back as Master Ed turned me around and guided me to the edge of the sling.

"In, boy!" Master Ed ordered.

I lowered myself onto the sling and let Master Ed position me for restraining.

"First, Tim," Master Ed began his instruction, "we will restrain his ankles like this."

Master Ed maneuvered my ankles to the restraint on the sling and fasted the restraint on my right leg securely.

"You do the same with the other leg, Tim," Master Ed instructed.

Tim eagerly copied Master Ed's motions and had my left leg securely restrained.

"Next the arms, Tim," Master Ed continued his direction. Master Ed moved to my right shoulder and pulled my hand toward the arm restraint and secured it.

"Your turn, Tim," Master Ed suggested.

Tim secured my left arm in the restraint.

"Good work, Tim," Master Ed continued. "You learn quickly."

"Thank you," Tim replied. "As you can see, I am enjoying this." As Tim said this he grinned looking down at his swollen cock.

"I can tell, Tim," Master Ed replied to Tim with a smile. "I think we'll both enjoy this a lot. Fucking a boy in a sling is one of my favorite activities!"

"I'm certainly looking forward to it," Tim replied.

"Do you want to go first, Tim?" Master Ed asked.

"Shit yes!" Tim exclaimed. Tim moved closer to my ass and began to fondle his raging hard on. Tim grabbed the bottle of lube and massaged some into my awaiting hole.

"Ready boy?" Tim asked me.

"Yes, SIR!" I replied.

Tim began his assent into my ass. Slowly at first. And, then he shoved in all the way. Then, Tim began pounding my ass with rapid fire thrusts. Tim began to frantically charge my ass with his 8 inch cock. He had never fucked me with such emotion. Suddenly, he unleashed a torrent of cum. "Yes! Oh! Fuck yes!" Tim yelled as he gave me his final thrusts and dumped his load of cum into my ass. Tim stood, shaking slightly, as he caught his breath. Finally, he said, "That was the best fuck I've ever experienced. We need to do this more often, Steven.. err... boy."

Master Ed smiled as Tim pulled his now softening cock out of my ass. "I knew you'd like it, Tim. Now, it's my turn," Master Ed said to Tim as he massaged his already hard cock. "Ready for my dick up your ass, boy?" Master Ed asked me.

"Yes, SIR! Please, SIR!" I replied

Master Ed moved in front of my exposed ass and grabbed the lube. He put a generous amount on his hard dick. He positioned himself at the opening of my ass and with one swift thrust he was balls deep in my ass.

"Do you like that, boy?" Master Ed asked.

"Yes, SIR! Thank you, SIR!" I replied in earnest.

"Tell me what you like, boy!" Master Ed admonished.

"SIR! I like your dick in my ass, SIR! I want you to pound my ass, SIR! I need you to fuck me, SIR! Hard! Rough! SIR! Thank you, SIR!" I screamed in delight.

Master Ed began his barrage on my ass. Quick, long, powerful thrusts in then out. In then out. His pace quickened but his thrusts were still long and powerful. His breathing became heavier after about 15 minutes. Master Ed was sweating all over his body as he neared completion of his mission.

Finally, Master Ed exclaimed, "I'm cumming, boy! Get ready for my load, boy! Ahhhhh. Fuck! Yes!" Master Ed's body convulsed and I could feel the stream of cum filling my well used ass. "Shit! Shit! Fuck yes, boy! Ahhh."

Master Ed paused to catch his breath and regain his composure. Finally, he pulled his shrinking cock out of my ass with a pop.

"I missed that ass of yours, boy! God! That was good." Master Ed said as he moved away from me. "You're one lucky stud, Tim. You get this ass anytime you want it. Don't ever forget it, Tim!"

"I won't, SIR!" Tim responded. "I certainly won't."

As Master Ed was regaining his composure, he reach over to Tim and pulled him into another long passionate kiss. As Master Ed and Tim pulled away from each other, Master Ed said to Tim, "Want another beer, Tim? We can leave the boy here for a little while. Let him calm down."

"I'd like that," Tim replied.

With that Master Ed took Tim's hand and led Tim up the stairs to retrieve their beers.

Master Ed and Tim were gone what seemed to me to be a long time. They were enjoying their beers in the kitchen upstairs. I occasionally heard footsteps, but I mostly just laid there naked and chained to the sling. Finally, I hear footsteps coming down the stairs.

"So, Tim," Master Ed started to ask, "have you ever fisted anyone?"

"No. I haven't, Ed," Tim replied. "I've heard a lot about it, but I've never done it. Does it hurt? The fistee, I mean."

"Not if done right," Master Ed replied to Tim. "You just need to pay attention to the bottom. You'll know if he is not enjoying it. Right boy?"

"Yes, SIR!" I replied.

"I think the boy here is pretty well ready for a fist. But, just to be certain, I think we should play with his ass some more." Master Ed suggested as he walked over to the far wall and pulled three dildos from a drawer. One was medium sized, about 8 inches long. The other a little larger. The third was about 12 inches long and several inches wide. Master Ed pulled up a stool near my awaiting ass and laid the dildos on a table by his side. "We will start with the small one and work our way up."

"Have you ever played with the boy's ass with one of these, Tim?" Master Ed asked.

"We have a small one at home I occasionally use on him," Tim replied. "Maybe we'll have to get something larger."

"Do you want to start, Tim?" Master Ed asked Tim.

"No. You go first. I want to do the big one though." Tim replied.

Master Ed lubed the dildo and my ass. Then, he began pushing the dildo up my ass and began thrusting in and out. In and out. In and out. Slowly at first. Then, faster. He had my hole thoroughly massaged after about 15 minutes. He turned to Tim and said, "Your turn. If I were you, I'd skip the next bigger one and use this." Master Ed pointed to the huge dildo laying on the table beside the sling.

"Sure thing," Tim replied as he moved to the table, picked up the giant dildo and replaced Master Ed on the stool. Tim lavished lube on the dildo and my ass. He positioned the dildo at my awaiting hole and shoved it into me in one slow stroke.

"Ahhh!" I screamed.

"Too much?" Tim asked me.

"No, SIR! Thank you, SIR!" I replied.

With that Tim slowly began pulling the dildo out and back in. Out and in. Out and in. His pace picked up speed. Out and in. Out and in. Out and in.

"I'm really liking this," Tim stated with a big grin on his face.

"Let me get the boy's nips going," Master Ed said as he moved so he could massage and tweak my already sore nipples.

Master Ed and Tim kept up their rampage on my body until Master Ed spoke up, "You know, Tim, we've been working on the boy for about a half an hour. Maybe it's time we use our hands. Are you okay with that, boy?"

"Yes, SIR! Thank you, SIR!" I answered softly enjoying the feeling of my dildo ravaged ass. "I would like that, SIR! Thank you, SIR!"

"Good boy," Ed responded. Ed moved to replace Tim on the stool in front of my ass. "We will need more lube, Tim. I like to use Crisco. Call me old fashioned, but I think it is best for both the top and the bottom."

Master Ed pulled on a latex glove and slathered it with a glob of Crisco. He also massaged some into and around my asshole.

"When you are fisting a boy, always, always keep your focus on him. Look into his eyes. The eyes and face tell you everything about his comfort and enjoyment. I'll show you. Just watch his facial expressions."

Master Ed began to fill my ass with his gloved and lubed hand. First the fingers. Finally, he reached the ring in my ass and popped through it up to his wrist.

"See, Tim," Master Ed said. "Look at his expression. He's fucking loving this, aren't you, boy?"

"Yes, SIR! Thank you, SIR!" I replied.

"Want me to stop, boy?" Master Ed asked me.

"No, SIR! Please, SIR! Don't stop, SIR! Please, don't stop SIR!" I pleaded.

"Okay, boy. Let's see how much of my arm I can get into you," Master Ed suggested.

"Yes, SIR! Thank you, SIR!" I whimpered.

Master Ed kept pushing and massaging and withdrawing and pushing and massaging and withdrawing. I was in heaven. I hadn't been fisted in several months and had forgotten the ecstatic pleasure it afforded me. Finally, I felt Master Ed's gloved fist pop out of my ass.

"Thank you, SIR!" I whimpered.

"You're welcome, boy. It was my pleasure," Master Ed said.

"Your turn, Tim," Master Ed said as he turned to Tim. "Provided, of course, you want to give the boy's ass a try."

"Fuck yes!" Tim exclaimed.

"Does the boy want it?" Master Ed asked of me.

"Yes, SIR! More than anything, SIR! Thank you, SIR!" I replied.

Tim moved in front of my ass and slipped on a latex glove and covered it with lube. He also massaged some onto my ass.

"Start with the fingers straight, Tim. When you slip through the ring, you will begin to form a fist. Slowly. And, don't forget to watch the boy's facial expressions. You'll know when to keep going or stop if you watch him closely." Master Ed instructed.

"Ready, boy?" Tim asked me.

"Yes, SIR! Thank you, SIR!" I replied.

Tim began his entrance into my already well stretched hole. Slowly pushing in until he hit the ring. "That's it, Tim," I whispered. "Push, SIR! Please push!"

Tim did as I asked. I was in heaven. My boyfriend, lover, partner had his hand in my ass. I felt at one with him. More than any other time in our relationship.

"This is fucking amazing!" Tim exclaimed as he worked his hand in further. "Tell me when you want to stop, boy."

"Maybe never, SIR!" I replied.

Master Ed began playing with my nips again. He was squeezing, kneading, pulling, twisting. I was in seventh heaven. A fist in my ass and my nipples being played with.

Finally, Master Ed spoke up, "It's been about 30 minutes, Tim. Maybe we should let the boy rest."

Tim began to extract his hand from my ass. Slowly pulling out until it was free.

"You okay, boy?" Tim asked me.

"Terrific. Absolutely terrific," I replied.

"Okay, Tim," Master Ed began, "let's get the boy up and moving around. He's been in that sling for a long time. He'll need to get his legs working again."

Master Ed and Tim worked each side to release first my arms and then my legs. The helped me up and out of the sling.

"Let's put him on the stool there. I'll get us all beers." Master Ed suggested as he guided me toward the stool and helped me to sit down. "I'll be right back."

Tim grabbed my head and pulled me into a long, passionate kiss. "The whole night has been truly amazing, but fisting you was just out of this world."

"I agree, Tim," I said with a big smile. "I feel even closer to you than before if that is at all possible."

"Yea!" Tim replied. "I agree. We'll need to talk about this some more."

Ed came down the stairs with three beers. "One for each of us."

"Thank you, SIR!" I said.

"Yes, thank you. All of this hot sex can make a guy very thirsty." Tim said with a big smile.

"And tired," Master Ed replied with a smile. "Maybe after we finish our beers, we can get the boy cleaned up in the shower down here and then hit the sack. Is that okay with the two of you?"

"Definitely," Tim replied.

"Yes, SIR!" I said.

After we finished our beers, Master Ed suggested Tim and I hit the shower. Tim led me to the downstairs open shower and turned on the water. He began to lovingly wash away the sweat, cum, piss, and lube from my body. When he finished he grabbed a towel from the shelf and dried first himself and then me. Master Ed did the same under the shower head next to us.

Master Ed grabbed my leash and led me and Tim upstairs to his bedroom. Master Ed removed my leash. He pulled back the covers and motioned for me to get in the middle of the bed. Tim took his place next to me on my left and Master Ed on my right. We all fell asleep almost immediately.

To be continued...

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