I rush to my Master's flat immediately after work. Outside the door, I take the collar out of my jacket pocket, buckle it around my neck, tousle my hair and put on a big smile. I press the bell push. The door opens and I see my Master is wearing only black leather jeans and boots He looks extremely sexy and handsome. He smiles, pulls me in by my collar, embraces me and we exchange a deep throat kiss, me sucking greedily on my Master's tongue. He pulls away.
"Strip off boy."
As on previous occasions he watches as I transform myself from a suited clerk into a naked, obedient slave. Feet apart, arms outstretched, cock erect, head bowed I await his orders.
"Remove the dildo, shave, clean yourself out, shower and come out to the terrace."
I run to my Master's workroom and obey his orders. I find my Master on the roof terrace sitting in a tea planter's lounger with his feet up on the swing arms. He's sipping a drink. He beckons me towards him and runs a hand over my bare bottom and then holds my shaved balls and prick.
"I'd been thinking of having a Tops and bottoms party this evening for a few members of the Slave Circle. That's a party where bottoms wear no bottoms and Tops wear no tops. But instead I want you to meet a new Master and a few of our other friends. Okay?"
"Yes Master."
Mark lets go of my prick.
"Get to the door and wait for him to arrive."
Sometime later the front door bell rings. When I open the door it's a man, a Master, I haven't seen before. About thirty, rather hefty, short dark hair and coal black eyes. He comes in, grabs my prick, fixes his mouth on mine and French kisses me. I suck on his tongue as his large hands wander over my body, clasp my arse cheeks and I feel a finger probing my anus. He pushes me away and takes off his black leather jacket off and hands it to me. He's bare bodied with a hairy chest. I bow my head.
"Where's your Master?"
"On the roof terrace sir. May I show you the way?"
"No need. Get me a large vodka on the rocks and be quick about it."
I run to the kitchen as he goes to meet my Master. As I'm about to step out onto the roof terrace with the drink I hear my Master speaking.
"Why not try him out Ric? He's ready."
"Thanks Mark. I owe you."
I walk out onto the terrace, kneel in front of Master Ric and he takes his drink from the tray. He ruffles my wavy blond hair. I stay on my knees.
"He's a bitch I take it?"
"Oh yeah. One hundred percent. Show Master Ric your cunthole boy."
Springing to my feet, I turn around, spread my legs and pull my arse cheeks apart. Master Ric leans forward and presses a finger against my fuckhole.
"Yeah, nice bitch hole. Tight. I'll need a few more Mark."
"No problem Ric. It's attended to."
The front door bell rings. I look up at my Master and he nods his head. I race to the entrance lobby wondering what my Master might be letting me in for with Master Ric. This time it's Anthony and Rollo. Anthony is black, over six feet tall, wide shoulders, beautiful long neck, full sensuous lips and brown tiger-eyes set in a strikingly handsome face. His hair is parted into fine braids across his head and falls in short lengths decorated with brightly coloured beads down his neck. The last time I'd met him, he'd stripped me naked in a black gay club, beaten and fucked me in front of the other guys. Rollo had been the barman. Also black, very attractive and about my age with a muscular physique. They both wear full black leather. As they enter I drop to my knees kissing their boots in turn. Rollo pulls me up by my hair and presses my face into Anthony's crutch. I breathe in the smell of leather and manliness.
"Get up white boy and take our jackets," said Anthony.
I hang up their jackets, but can't help gazing at these two wonderful black hunks. Anthony walks towards the living room. Rollo grabs my hair again and brings my mouth into an armpit. I lick like crazy. He transfers my mouth to his other armpit and I repeat my eager licking as one set of his fingers explores my fuckhole and the other my prick and balls. He pushes me away and grins.
"Two vodka and cokes girlie boy. I'll fuck you later slave."
Rollo swaggers away. He really is into having a submissive white slave to use. Of course I'm equally looking forward to him topping me. These thoughts are in my head as I go to the kitchen, mix the drinks, take them to the new arrivals, kneel down and offer them the tray. The doorbell rings again and I dash to open the door. I no longer even think about my nakedness. It's Jason in full black leather accompanied by Christian in skimpy cut-offs plus Lyndon, also in full leather, with Henry wearing tight white tennis shorts. I kneel and kiss Jason's and Lyn's boots and, as a sign of my fondness for them, Christian's and Henry's bare feet. Without being told, Christian and Henry take off their pants and drop them on the floor. Like me, they're completely shaved and have cockrings below their erect cocks. I take Jason's jacket and receive a friendly hard slap on my bottom. Lyn fondles my prick as he gives me his jacket. They all go off towards the roof terrace. I know what they will drink and, after fixing them, take the drinks out to the roof terrace. I kneel to allow Jason and Lyn to take their drinks and then place the slave bowls on the ground for Christian and Henry. They are already down on all fours being examined thoroughly by Master Ric. He stands up.
"If these two are available, I'll take them," said Master Ric looking at Mark.
Mark steers Lyn and Jason into the living room. I can't hear the muttered conversation. I join Henry and Christian on all fours and we lap up our drinks like three dogs. I hear Rollo laughing. He pours some of his beer on the ground, grabs my hair and pushes my nose down into the puddle.
"Lick it up white boy" Rollo said.
It's an order to thrill me and I lap up the beer. Mark and the other two return from the living room.
"It's agreed Ric, you can have them." Mark speaks for the other Masters.
"That's marvellous. Thank you very much indeed." Master Ric said. "Are these two bitches too?"
Jason places his boot on Christian's back. "Christian does as he's told. I fuck him at least once a day. On the other hand he's quite versatile and likes fucking too. Especially blondie Ian's fuckhole."
I can see Christian giving me a big grin perhaps hoping he's about to be told to service me at once.
"And the other big one?" Master Ric asks.
"I fuck him most days. He's definitely a bitch. Sucks better than my wife, like a dream, but fucking, not a chance." Lyndon speaks with authority.
"Hmm, great pity. Three's okay, but I really need a fourth who can fuck. Any ideas Mark?" Master Ric enquires.
"Perhaps I can help." Anthony said. He pushes Rollo forward. "Strip boy."
"What the fuck you sayin' Ant?" Rollo expresses surprise and anger.
"Master Anthony to you boy. I want you naked and now."
I can see Rollo hesitating, then thinking better of it and starts taking his clothes off. Everyone is watching as he takes of his leather boots, undoes his belt and zip and removes his black leather jeans. He's completely shaved like the rest of us slaves. He spreads his legs, puts his hands behind his neck and bows his head. I'm sure everyone's as impressed as I am. Only a little taller than me, but with a wonderfully moulded muscular physique, shining with a sheen of perspiration brought on I assume by the embarrassment of being put on public display in the late evening sunlight. His cock hangs semi-erect way down his thigh.
"Get it stiff boy." Anthony orders.
Rollo lowers one hand and starts wanking himself. What a sight! I notice Rollo has his eyes on me as he works on his uncircumcised cock, uncovering and then covering his black knob with his foreskin. I look up submissively into his eyes and lick my lips. Imagining my mouth around that ever-growing piece of meat.
"Stop boy", Master Anthony orders.
Rollo resumes the position with both hands on the back of his neck. His cock now dripping pre-cum. Master Ric gives him a hands-on intimate inspection. Rollo submits to sucking Master Ric's index finger after it's probed his hole. He licks it again after Master Ric applies some of Rollo's own pre-cum.
"Beautiful. I'd like to see him fucking one of these bitches, the blond one perhaps?"
"Why not?" I hear my Master saying.
I immediately turn and raise my arse up ready for Rollo to mount me. I see him receiving a nod from Master Anthony. Rollo drops to his knees, puts a gob of spit on his cock, positions it up against my arsehole and thrusts it in. I edge forward to ease the thrust, but he rams it in ignoring my gasping groans. He's not performing for the Masters, but for his own sexual satisfaction. He's been lusting after this fuck as much as I have. He ploughs in and out of my arse. His fingers twist my tits hard as he grunts noisily with every stroke. Without withdrawing, he suddenly swings me around until he's on top of me between my upraised legs. Now we can look into each other's eyes. His brown eyes glitter triumphantly and mine gaze back in utter submission to his domination. He dribbles a ribbon of spittle down into my welcoming mouth. Another sign of his control and my acceptance. He rears up and yells out loud as he shoots his spunk into me. His thrusts continue as I burst and my own spunk splatters across both our bodies. I watch as spots of my creamy cum run down his black muscles. At last he collapses onto me, pressing his mouth against my mouth, his tongue intruding into my throat. He possesses both my holes and I suck eagerly showing my appreciation. High on the right side of his neck hidden in his hair I see the SC brand. He's as much a slave as I am, but he's fucked me.
Rollo withdraws his cock from me. It's still half-hard as he presents it to Henry's mouth. Henry submissively licks and then sucks down on it. I can see the five Masters watching and enjoying the spectacle as they sip their drinks.
"When Rollo isn't servicing the three others, they'll make two fine pairs. Blacks fucking whites always goes down well. My clients will love them. Perhaps you should say your goodbyes my friends. I need to get going." Master Ric shakes hands with the other four Masters and goes back into the apartment.
It's now almost dark. My Master pulls me to my feet, puts his arms around my waist and pulls me close.
"This is a new start for you boy. Lets do the paperwork."
Mark leads me to his workroom. I'm dreading what's going to happen to me. My eyes begin to brim with tears. He notices my distress.
"You're a slave Ian. Isn't that what you want? Believe me, I'm doing this for you. You've learnt obedience. You're now the property of all Masters and must learn what that means."
Mark sits me down at his computer table. On it is a buff envelope addressed to me.
"Open it boy."
I do so with trembling hands. It's an official letter from my boss, Mr Ramsey, informing me that unfortunately I have been made redundant and I am not required to attend the office again. A redundancy payment will be credited to my bank account together with any outstanding salary. Another note is enclosed addressed to slave Ian and signed by Master Ramsey and Master Sean expressing regret they will not have me to perform for them as an office slave, but wishing me success in my future career. I can't believe what I'm reading and look up at Master Mark, the man I have learnt to love and obey. He smiles, ruffles my hair with a one hand and drops another piece of official looking paper in front of me.
"Sign it boy. It gives me power of attorney to sell your flat and contents and settle any other outstanding matters on your behalf. I'll open a deposit account for all your money, which you will be able to claim at a future date when your services to the Slave Circle have been completed. Understand?"
I don't understand. It's all too sudden. He's getting rid of me. Passing me on. He's no better than my former lover David. The realisation that my Master Mark doesn't want me anymore sends me into a panic. I fall to my knees, clutching at his boots, shedding my tears over them. He allows me stay there sobbing, then gently raises me to my feet and holds me close.
"You're a slave Ian. This is what happens to slaves. It's too late to turn back boy. You must obey and accept you are simply a piece of property without any rights, but to serve. Sign the form boy. I don't want to whip you into obeying, but I will if necessary. Understand?"
I bend over the desk and sign the form. Mark takes me in his arms, as he's done so often before, and kisses me passionately. I suck on his tongue and know it's for the last time.
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