This is an erotic work of fiction, which describes fantasy gay sex without mentioning the use of condoms or other safe sex methods. I'm sure readers will share my view that we may ignore AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases only in our fantasies, but they do exist in the real world. Reading stories about fantasy sex and masturbating is safe. Indulging in unsafe sex is stupid.
'The Warehouse' in Amsterdam is a five star hotel run by Master Joop and his partner Master Stefan. It caters for the recreational needs of other Masters and their slaves from all over the world. It's not listed in any telephone directory or any Gay travel guide and there's no website. To maintain it's very exclusivity you need Master Joop's mobile number if you wish to make a reservation and even then you need the password of 'The Slave Circle'. From the street it has a tradesman's entrance by way of an ancient semi-basement door on a difficult to find back alley, but inside this door is just what you would expect to find, merely a warehouse stacked with crates, barrels and rolls of carpet. The main entrance is through another ancient doorway a few feet above water level on the canal side of this medieval building. You need a boat, such as 'The Warehouse' private launch, to reach it.
This is where I find myself with my fellow slave Rollo, brought over from London by our new Master Joop. Except for our metal slave collars and cockrings, we are both completely naked as we have been for the whole journey in the launch. Master Stefan steps up onto the narrow stone doorstep and pushes open the door. Master Joop urges us up from the launch with slaps to our bare arses. He follows us into a dimly lit carpeted lobby and carefully closes the outer door. As he does so an inner door opens automatically and we enter a brightly-lighted reception lounge equal in luxury and furnishings to any world class hotel.
Immediately in front of us, spread-eagled on the white marble floor, is a naked slave.
A tall, well built, dark haired, blue eyed hunk with shaven armpits and pubes and a rock hard erect giant cock. He's not tied down. He simply lies there with a welcoming smile showing off dazzling white teeth. Beyond him is a Reception Desk staffed by two attractive naked, shaven slaves with equally dazzling grins of welcome. All wear metal slave collars and cockrings. The Receptionists run from behind the desk and kneel down to kiss Master Joop and Master Stefan's boots. I stand watching, awe-struck both by the luxury of the place and, in spite of my own submissiveness, the obedience of these slaves.
Before going further I need to explain. My name was Ian. But now, according to the engraving on my collar and cockring, I'm bitchslave 'i' and Rollo dogbitch slave 'r'. I've been a slave for almost one year and today it's my twenty-first birthday. Rollo is just over twenty-two. My former Master in London, Mark, who I sincerely loved and served, handed me over to be a slave to Master Joop. Rollo's Master had done the same. I know as Masters they had that right, but it has left Rollo and myself in a state of some confusion and feelings, totally unacceptable in slaves, of anger and revolt.
"Back to your duties." Master Joop said, kicking both receptionists.
They scamper back behind the desk. I notice their red punished bottoms. Master Joop turns to Master Stefan.
"These two can take over entrance and lift duties Stefan. See to it will you? I'll be in the restaurant."
"On your knees boys." Master Stefan said.
We both drop to our knees. I can see Master Joop entering the lift and also what decorates the back wall of the lift. A naked slave hanging upside down. The door closes. Knowing Master Stefan has a lenient side to him, I dare to ask a question.
"May we go to the toilet first Master?"
Master Joop would have told us to piss in each other's mouths. Master Stefan only laughs.
"Follow me slaves."
He walks across the marble floor. We crawl behind him on all fours to a door marked 'Toilets'. He pushes it open and waves us in. Pink marble floors and walls, a gleaming pink washbasin with gold plated taps. One WC cubicle with the door open and a row of three porcelain urinals in the shape of kneeling male figures. Except they are not porcelain, they're real. Three pink painted slaves with their hands behind their backs and their mouths open.
"Stand up and take a piss boys." Master Stefan orders.
I look down into the eyes of my toilet as I release a long stream of piss. He remains motionless as he gulps down every last drop. I can see Rollo's urinal's Adam's apple moving rapidly up and down as he strives to cope with Rollo's torrent.
"Shake your cocks boys, we don't want any on the floor do we?"
We both obey. Into the slaves' faces. Master Stefan motions us both into the cubicle and we look down into the bowl to see a slave's shit smeared face.
"It's not a punishment," says Master Stefan, "it's toilet duty. Your turns will come never fear."
Rollo grimaces at me as we follow Master Stefan out to the lift. He presses a button and the doors open. Open brackets support the upside down slave's ankles.
"Down boy." Orders Master Stefan.
With obvious relief the slave removes his ankles from the brackets and drops down onto his knees and kisses Master Stefan's boots.
"Get out, go down to the basement, have yourself cleaned out, showered and await a further assignment."
The slave leaves quickly. Master Stefan taps Rollo's stiff cock.
"Stand on your hands boy."
Rollo obeys. He's very athletic compared to me and without being told he inserts his ankles into the brackets and stands on his wide spread hands. His wonderful cock sticks out hard and horizontal. His tight anus will be visible to any passenger using the lift. Master Stefan grips and twists Rollo's manhood for a moment before allowing the door to close. He beckons me to crawl after him back into the reception area. He taps the spread-eagled slave with his boot.
"Up boy."
The handsome, dark haired hunk stands up and bows his head.
"Go to the sauna and make yourself available."
The slave dashes to a flight of marble stairs at the rear of the reception and runs up out of sight. Clearly slaves are not allowed to use the lift except to decorate them.
"You can take his place boy."
I get down ready to spread-eagle myself.
"No boy. Hands and knees facing away from the entrance."
I position myself as instructed.
"Head down. Knees well apart and arse up."
It's my puckered hole he wants on view not my smile.
"Yeah, that's good. Stay there boy."
I see him walking away, entering the lift and the doors closing. Rather this than what Rollo is doing. Or those poor guys acting as urinals or the one imprisoned below a toilet waiting for a Master to piss and shit. I'm pretty sure I simply could not do that. I know scat is a turn on for some, but not me or Rollo. Yet, as Master Stefan had warned, all slaves have to take their turn. For a second I think the unthinkable. How can we escape? Revolt is forgotten as I hear the automatic door opening and the footsteps of several people.
"This one's new Paul. How d'you like it's hair." An American voice.
"Yeah nice, and displaying a cute rounded butt and a hole ready to be fucked. Perhaps we should allow our slaves a treat. Let them lubricate it Hankl?" Another American voice.
"Here or up in our rooms?" Said Paul.
"Let them do it here and then we'll take them all downstairs." Said Hank.
"Okay. You two dogs get rid of the of those clothes."
I glimpse two guys running to Reception, stripping off very skimpy pink shorts, tank tops and sandals. They hand them to the constantly grinning receptionists and run back to kneel and kiss two pairs of black boots that have just walked into my view. The bodies of the two slaves are not shaved, but they are naked except for black leather cockrings and slave collars. Both have good physiques although not in the first flush of youth to put it mildly. Nearer fifty than forty I'd say and nearer ugly than plain ordinary looking.
"Get your tongues working you bitches." Hank's firm voice.
One slave crawls towards me, lifts my face and starts to lick. I feel another slave nose pushing between the cheeks of my arse and a tongue probing my anus. He seems to have a long and very expert tongue. As does the one licking out my ears, nostrils and then forcing it's way into my mouth. I try to relax and let them do as they want, but I'm not as happily obedient as a slave should be. The two Masters saunter into view. Not surprisingly they're both wearing full black leather outfits, but what staggers me is their good looks and even more their youthfulness. They're both in their early twenties, hardly much older than I am. I remind myself that I love to be dominated by young guys and obviously this goes for these elderly slaves. And visa versa for their young Masters.
"Let's go." I can see it's Paul speaking.
Paul walks towards the lift followed by Hank. The two slaves yank me up and we walk to the back stairs. I see the lift doors open and Rollo hanging there. Paul and Hank are starting to slide their hands over his body as the doors close.
"I'm One and he's Two," says One as we run down the stairs.
"I'm Ian. Sorry, I mean i. My slave name. Your Masters are very young, aren't they?"
We're running down a third flight of stairs. The basement must be deep.
"Yeah, but they're pretty experienced. Know what they want and get it Ian. Reckon you're about to learn that." Two said.
"They usually prefer older guys like us, but they've heard you 'Warehouse' boys are really hot at taking it without being in bondage. Hope you're into that boy."
Am I? I wonder. At the bottom of the staircase we enter a huge, dimly lit, black painted, noisy cavern of a place. One and Two take my arms and rush me forward. We pass a set of stocks containing a naked and screaming slave. His head and wrists are locked into the stocks and behind him a leather clad Master is belting his arse without restraint. A few more steps and we come to a whipping post where a naked slave is yelling as another Master birches him. Next a suspended steel barred cage holding two naked slaves and just beyond this three naked and sodden slaves in a large tub overflowing with stinking piss surrounded by Masters and slaves relieving themselves.
We arrive in a more brightly-lit area where Masters Paul and Hank are waiting near the lift. One and Two drop to their knees and kiss their Masters' boots. I follow suit and we all three remain kneeling waiting for orders.
"You know where we want him. Get him ready." Master Hank said.
One and Two take my arms again and run with me down a dark passageway. We pass several alcoves where, judging from the screams and moans, slaves are being used and abused by their Masters. We turn into one such alcove. An overhead light comes on automatically above a leather sling suspended from the ceiling. I feel quite pleased to see it. I'm no stranger to being used in a sling, but at least it suggests fucking rather than the whipping like the other slaves I've seen. One and Two manhandle me into it. They spread my arms above my head and curl my fingers around handgrips. Then my legs are forced wide apart and my ankles slipped into leather stirrups high up on each side of the sling. One and Two kneel down and proceed to lubricate my arsehole with spit from their tongues. My prick gets even harder as I luxuriate in the feeling of two tongues working inside my sensitive anus. Masters Paul and Hank walk in.
"Is it ready?" Said Hank.
"Yes, yes Masters." One speaks as Two spits a last gob of his spittle into my hole.
I can see the two slaves scuttle to kneel at the feet of their Masters. The advantage of being in a sling is that I can see these two young Masters for the first time. They're both slim and about 5' 8". Whereas Paul is pale, red haired and freckled, Hank is dark haired with an olive skin. With their closed-cropped hair, they look even more boyish than I do. They unzip and flick out their cocks. These are far from being boyish endowments. They hang out of the black leather jeans long and thick. Paul's is bright pink surrounded by red hair. Hank has a bush of black hair around his great purple knobbed cock. They feed them into One and Two's open mouths. Both slaves go to work immediately as the two Masters stare intently at my naked body and my lubricated boycunt.
Paul pushes Two off and hefts his massive pink weapon in his hand as he comes towards me. I can feel him positioning his knob on my hole. He steadily enters me a few inches at a time. It's a sublime feeling difficult to describe. Looking up and knowing this handsome young dominant male is implanting his massive throbbing sex organ into the most private orifice of my body and is ready to project his seed into me, is for me a quite awesome turn on. I go on thinking that, as a submissive male bitch, it is my duty to take his stiff maleness into me. It's a symbol of my vital need to be impregnated by a Master as a sign of his ownership. This young guy has a right, whether I like it or not, to totally possess me. Except I want him to posses me, to fuck me, to breed me. I can feel his red hair against my bum cheeks and know he's in all the way. By that look of triumph on his face he knows it too. He begins to thrust in and out. This is absolute bliss. I can't ever remember as a slave receiving a better fucking by a Master.
Continuing his deep thrusts, Master Paul edges to one side. Master Hank has joined him and I can feel him gently pressing his cockhead against my fanny. Master Paul pulls almost out and the second cock eases its way into my stretched hole. Then they plunge their two massive cocks into my boycunt together. I scream out loud and tighten my hold on the handgrips above my head. One and Two grab my threshing legs and fasten my ankles into leather restraints. Paul and Hank smile at each other as they continue plunging in and out of my arse and I continue moaning loudly.
"I thought these 'Warehouse' slaves didn't need tying down." Said Paul.
"Did you believe it pal? Anyway I like to see 'em tied down." Hank laughs.
I don't know how I'm taking two such enormous penises without being split in half, but the pain has receded a little and I try to resume my proper role as a slave.
"Thank you Masters for fucking me." I whimper.
"No problem for us bitch." Said Hank.
"You're a good tight double fuck boy." Paul laughs.
"Take it, take it, take it." Shouts Hank as he moves towards his climax.
"Yeah, you take it bitch, take my spunk up you tight little cunt. Take it." Paul sounds near to cumming.
I push my arse back and forth in rhythm with their more urgent thrusts. My Masters, holding each other around the shoulders, begin to gasp and pant noisily and I feel the first spurt of semen up inside me, then more and bigger spurts until I'm flooded. The two Masters grin and hug each other as they allow their cocks to slide out of me into the mouths of their kneeling slaves. I can feel spunk running out of what must be a gaping arsehole. It's a wonderfully satisfying feeling for me. It says to anyone looking that I've been used and the trickle of another man's spunk out of me is a sign of my submission.
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