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Office Boy -- Chapter 6
Troy didn't know how long he lay there, tethered to the desk. At some point, he was aware that Mr. Scarpelli said some words to Jake, came over to Troy and smeared the semen he'd spurted all over his belly around on his chest. He tweaked Troy's nipples, smacked him softly on the cheek and left the office.
Troy's chest was heaving as he tried to catch his breath after the explosive orgasm he'd had. All of the pent-up sexual tension from the last week, from the initial arousal of coming under the spell of Jake and his aroma, the humiliation of the diapering, the wet-dream, his constant state of arousal from his curiosity about what Jake looked like under his clothes, all had come to a head.
His final submission to being shaved; the awakening to the power his own asshole had over his brain, the bonding of smell and pain to sex and the power of Jake's domination. He could hardly take it all in. But he knew what he was and what he was meant to do and to whom he was now bound. And he was glad.
After Mr. Scarpelli left, Jake came over to the desk and continued massaging Troy's cum into his chest. He rubbed it into his nipples and bent and sucked on them. He licked and chewed the tender nubs and Troy began to feel aroused again. Then, suddenly Jake stopped.
"You've had enough for one morning. Now you need to rest. It's time to go home."
Troy looked up into Jake's deep blue eyes and searched his handsome face. "Sir?"
"Yes Troy?"
"Sir. where is my home? I feel like I only belong in one place now."
"And where would that be?"
"With you Sir. May I please come home with you, Sir?"
"I think that would be best Troy. You've had a major reorientation over the last week. You need to feel secure in that. Yes, you'll come home with me."
Troy was so happy he tried to jump off the desk. But the socks were still binding him to the desk and was slammed back to its hard surface. All he could do was grin happily at the laughing Jake.
Jake went about untying him. He pulled him up to a sitting position and said "Stay there a moment. You'll be a little dizzy."
While Troy's head was spinning, Jake went out and returned in a few moments with a damp towel that he threw to Troy. "Clean yourself up before you get dressed. You can shower back at my place."
As they dressed, Troy gratefully feasted his eyes on Jake's trim figure with the mat of hair covering his chest and abdomen. When Jake pulled his pants up, Troy came to his senses and hurriedly pulled his own clothes on. As they rode through the city in the cab, Troy stole glances at Jake's face. Here was the handsome man who had given him purpose and direction. His strong, chiseled features, his deep blue eyes, the brown hair with the graying temples, the strong hands with the furry wrists that made Troy's cock throb. He loved looking at Jake's hands: the strong, well-proportioned fingers with their well-manicured nails. No polish; just long enough to be effective in torturing tits, but short enough to be very masculine. Troy now understood why he'd always had such a fascination with men's hands. And now, how glad he was to be going home with Jake; to be going into his future with him, whatever that future might be. Troy had no idea what lay ahead for him, but he was sure that if Jake was there, everything would be fine.
They got out of the cab in front of Jake's building. The doorman admitted them. "Good afternoon, Mr. Chauvette. Nice day we've got here."
"Good afternoon Paul. It is a beautiful day isn't it?"
They rode the elevator up in silence, as Troy continued to shyly steal glances at the man he was coming to think of as his master. Jake looked over at him, caught his glance and smiled warmly.
Troy beamed and shyly dropped his eyes.
Jake unlocked the door to his apartment and invited Troy in. "Strip" he ordered.
Immediately, Troy removed all his clothes and assumed the submissive position. Jake moved over to a table near the door and came back to Troy. He wrapped a thin, stainless steel chain around Troy's neck and closed it with a small padlock.
"This is your collar. It is the most visible sign of your submission to me. Only I can remove it."
"Yes Sir, thank you Sir."
"Now go into the bathroom and clean up. There is a towel on the rack."
"Sir?"
"Yes boy?"
"What am I to wear, Sir?"
"You're already wearing all that you need to wear when you're here in my apartment."
Troy felt the collar and smiled. "Yes Sir! Thank you Sir."
Troy took a long, hot shower. He luxuriated in the hot water coursing over his body, washing the crampiness out of his muscles. He'd never realized how physically exhausting sex could be.
Then, as he stood there, feeling the strangeness of the water directly hitting places on his body it hadn't hit in years, he smiled to himself. He realized that he probably still had a lot more to learn about the exertions of sex and serving his Master.
He climbed out of the shower and toweled off, enjoying the feel of the collar around his neck.
And his cock began to harden as he realized what the collar meant! When he had finished, he hung the towel up and went to look for Jake.
Troy found Jake in the kitchen, preparing sandwiches. "You must be hungry, boy. Have you had anything to eat today?"
Troy glanced at the clock on the wall which read 3:00 and realized that whatever sustenance he'd received from his bagel was long-depleted.
"Yes Sir. I had a bagel before coming to the office. But I'm famished Sir."
"I thought you might be. I am too. Sit on that stool and eat." Jake pointed out a low stool to Troy as he settled into a chair. Troy sat down and launched into his sandwich.
They ate without speaking. Then, when they were finished, Jake pushed back from the table.
"You've had quite a week. You're now initiated into the club. You're bound to me for as long as I choose to keep you."
With those words, Troy jerked his head up and looked at Jake anxiously.
"Don't worry. I intend to keep you a long time. I knew I wanted to have you for my boy the first time I set eyes on you. Each lieutenant is permitted to have his own boy, in addition to his assistants and I've chosen you to be mine. I've put a lot of effort into conditioning you and binding you. I wouldn't easily let you go."
Troy smiled gratefully and shyly and settled back on his stool.
"There's still a lot you have to learn and be indoctrinated into. We will begin this afternoon. I will teach you the fine arts of slavery and service. It's my responsibility to make sure that you bring pride to the club through your willingness and ability to serve and satisfy. Do you understand what I'm talking about boy?"
"I. I think I do Sir. I don't know what all that means, but I know it's what I'm meant for and what I want."
"Very good boy."
"Sir?"
"Yes boy?"
"May I say something Sir?"
"Yes, you may."
"Sir. ever since I was a child, I was attracted to men. I didn't know what it meant. I didn't think I was gay."
Troy stopped himself. He hadn't said that word in connection with himself until that moment, though, during the week, he'd begun internalizing the term.
Jake looked at him questioningly.
Troy swallowed and went on.
"I'm sorry Sir, I've never said I was gay until I just said it."
Troy paused, lost in his thoughts.
"Boy?"
"I'm sorry Sir," he said, pulling himself back to the present. "I figured I just couldn't be, gay, I mean, because in every other way, I felt so normal. But I knew that I liked looking at men. And I got excited when I saw pictures or movies in which men were tied up. It used to bother me, but I think I understand it now."
"Do you boy? What do you understand?"
"That I'm gay and what I want is to be dominated by a man. I like having no control. It excites me beyond anything else I know. I'm so grateful to you Sir for knowing that about me and helping me to see it for myself."
"You're welcome Troy. As I said before, that's what the company pays me for. In this case, I get the added benefit of bringing someone out who fits my ideal for a boy. Now let's go into the bathroom."
Office Boy 3 – Chapter 7 They got up from the table and walked into the large bath. It had a large shower enclosure, a tub, and a bidet, in addition to the standard plumbing fixtures. The tub also featured a telephone style shower head that was fixed to the wall on a bracket.
"Climb into the tub Troy."
"Yes Sir"
"First off, I told you that the `mark' of the shaving around your groin was permanent. You're expected to shave four times a week. Clean up your cock and balls and make sure that they're smooth. If someone's sucking you, they don't want to feel stubble with their tongue or lips.
Understood?"
"Yes Sir."
"You may use a safety razor. There are plenty in the drawer, since I'm required to do the same.
Also, keep your bush trimmed as it is now. Keep your inner thighs clean too so that your bush is a neat triangle. This is a `mark' of the club and it's expected of all members, whether they're heads, lieutenants, assistants or boys. Questions?"
"Just one Sir. Will you tell me more about the club? Who's in it? What it does? What's its purpose?"
"Ah, I knew you had a head on your shoulders. Those are exactly the questions I'd expect from a young account exec. Yes, you'll get that information, but in due time. It's too big a request for right now."
Troy felt a thrill of pride run down his spine. He'd pleased his master. That's all he cared about.
"Now here's a new discipline for you. Turn around and bend over and brace yourself against the far side of the tub."
Troy did as he was ordered. As he leaned against the edge of the tub Jake reached around him, brought up a chain that was fixed to the tub and fastened it to Troy's collar forcing him to stand bent at the waist. Jake spread his ass with one hand and pushed a lubricated finger up his anus.
He rotated it around and pushed in and pulled out a few times. Just as he was beginning to enjoy the feeling, Jake pulled his finger out. Troy moaned in frustration.
"Don't worry, you'll get what you need soon enough. We have some things to do before that though."
With that, Jake shoved a nozzle in and turned on the tap. Troy felt the water flowing into his gut.
After a few moments, his belly began to swell and feel bloated. Jake reached under him and massaged his abdomen. With his other hand, he swatted Troy's ass a couple of whacks. Troy started to get hard. How had he missed all this? Here he was in his mid-twenties and he was only beginning to discover what turned him on.
As the water continued to flow into him, his gut began to ache and cramp. Just as Troy felt that he'd burst if Jake didn't stop, he turned the tap off. His master told him to hold the nozzle in place for a moment. Troy reached back with one hand and held the hose in place.
"Hold it with both hands boy," Jake ordered and slapped Troy's butt again.
Troy put his other hand back to hold onto the hose as well. Then he felt handcuffs slipping around his wrists. Now he couldn't let go of the hose if he'd wanted to.
"You'll stay like this for the next ten minutes. If you let any leak, you'll be punished." And Jake left the room.
So there he was, naked, bent over, chained by his neck to the side of the tub, with his hands cuffed behind his back. He could look down and see that his cock was reacting powerfully to this humiliation by rising up flat against his belly.
Troy figured he should be able to hold out; it wasn't too bad. And so the minutes ticked by. Then his gut started to cramp, trying to force the water out. Troy concentrated on clenching his muscles around the nozzle and holding it in place as best he could with his cuffed hands. But the cramps were causing his arms to jerk spastically, making him jab himself with the nozzle as he tried to hold it in place. Then a more desperate cramp. He groaned with the pressure and the pain. He couldn't do this! He was going to fail! He would be punished. The thought of punishment, rather than upsetting him, aroused him and his cock began to leak pre-cum.
He tried everything he could think of. He shifted from one foot to the other, he clenched his sphincter, he pushed on the nozzle. But he felt a trickle flowing down his leg. And he began to cry. He'd failed Jake. Would he throw him out? Was his future shot to hell?
In a few minutes, Jake returned to the bathroom to find Troy trembling from the exertion, with tears streaming down his face. Jake released the chain at his neck, slapped his butt hard and pulled the nozzle out of his ass. He steadied him as he helped him out of the tub and backed him over to the bidet.
"Release it" he ordered as he pushed Troy down onto the porcelain rim.
Troy's bowels shot the water out in a torrent as he continued to cry.
"What are you crying about? The cramps? If you think that's bad, just wait till something more difficult comes."
"No Sir, it's not the cramps Sir. I could stand that."
"Well what is it?"
"Please Sir, I leaked Sir. I'm sorry Sir, I failed. Please don't send me away" Troy wept and buried his face in Jake's crotch, inhaling the smell he needed so much and was so afraid he would lose.
"Is that all? I told you before, you'll be punished for that, but I'm not going to send you away. How do you expect to learn if you don't fail once in a while? No, I won't send you away. Now stop crying."
Jake stroked his face and pushed back his hair. Troy looked up into his blue eyes with shame and gratitude. How he loved this man! He'd never admitted that he could love another man, other than his father, but he knew with certainty: he loved this man. He kissed the hands that stroked his face and shoved his face into Jake's crotch, mouthing his cock and balls through his pants, kissing and licking the bulge. He could feel Jake shuddering.
"Enough, enough!" Jake insisted and pushed Troy back onto the bidet. "Now stand up."
Troy got up and Jake used his hard cock to pull him back to the tub. He helped him get back in and pushed him over, once again fastening his collar to the tub. Then Jake took an enema bag from the closet, put some powder from the medicine cabinet into it and filled it with water. He greased the nozzle, hung the bag on the wall bracket and inserted the nozzle into Troy's dilated asshole. When he released the clamp on the hose, the liquid began to flow into Troy's gut. The water was warm, but seemed to carry another warmth with it that felt like it was spreading throughout his body. Jake squeezed the last of the fluid out of the bag. He greased a medium butt-plug, quickly pulled the enema nozzle out of Troy's ass and pushed the plug in. Because of the warmth emanating from the fluid, Troy's sphincter seemed to relax of its own accord and permit the plug free entry. It snapped into place with a "thwap".
"This enema has a special preparation. It will cause you to be hard for several hours. It works almost as well as poppers to reduce your inhibitions and increase your sensitivity to sexual stimulation, as well as converting pain into pleasure. Now, before you lose control, listen carefully. You're to give yourself a plain enema every morning and every night. And you're to keep your asshole lubed and ready for service. Do you understand?"
"Yes-s S-Sir". Troy was starting to have trouble thinking about anything besides his butt and cock.
"And you will prepare yourself with this special enema whenever I tell you that we're to have training session. Is that clear?"
"Yes-s-s S-Sir. I th-think s-so S-Sir."
"Repeat your orders back to me."
"Sir, I-I'm to give m-mys-self an en- enema every morning and night keep my butt lubed and use th-this special s-solution when we're g-going to train." Troy was beginning to tremble from the building lust and the pressure in his gut.
"Good boy. This enema you will hold five minutes so that you absorb as much of the drug as you can. I'll be back when it's time for you to expel it." Jake left the room.
Troy's head was swimming and his cock was throbbing. He began to see parts of men's bodies floating through his imagination. Cocks, balls, assholes, tits, more cocks. all floating through the air. He wanted to suck on every one of them. He wanted to have those cocks up his ass. His butt was twitching with lust and need. Could he please have a cock, a real live, warm, blood- engorged cock where the butt-plug now was lodged? Why had he never realized this was his innermost desire? He heard groaning and realized it was he, himself that was doing it.
"Please Sir, please fuck me. Please fuck me" he groaned.
Office Boy - Chapter 8 Troy's thoughts drifted back to the spanking Jake had given him earlier in the day. Oh how good that felt. It filled him with desire. He wanted that feeling again! He began to spank his own ass cheeks as best he could with his cuffed hands, moaning and whimpering at each blow. It wasn't as hard or exciting as a beating from Jake, but it would do for the moment. Smack, smack smack.
"Harder Sir, harder, please."
In a few more minutes, Jake returned to the bathroom to find Troy spanking himself. "Oh you little slut! You just couldn't wait could you? You really need this don't you?"
Troy jerked, startled by his master's presence. He'd been utterly lost in his need.
"Oh yes Sir. I need it. Please punish me Sir. Please fuck me! Please let me have your cock!"
"You won't have to wait too much longer" said Jake, as he adjusted his own hard rod in his pants.
"First, it's time to release this load."
Jake unfastened the chain holding Troy by the collar and stood him upright. Then he helped him out of the tub and guided him, once again using his cock as a lead, to the bidet where he pulled out the butt-plug and permitted him to evacuate the enema.
When the sounds of splashing water and wet farts were over and Troy's bowels were empty, Jake bent him over and wiped his ass and pulled him to his feet.
"Now it's time for your next lesson my boy. Come on" Jake ordered him, and pulled him out of the bathroom.
Troy was really getting into having Jake using his cock as a handle. He loved the feel of Jake's warm, strong hand holding him and controlling him.
Jake took him down the hall to a room. As he went through the doorway, he caught his breath.
There were chains hanging down from the ceiling and attached to the floors. There was a large St. Andrew's cross in one corner, though at the time, Troy hadn't the least idea what it was called: he just saw the huge wooden "X". There was a wall with full mirrors. There were some peg- boards with any number of implements hanging from them. Some of these, like the whips and lashes, he recognized and some he couldn't figure out the purpose for. There was also a narrow table about six feet long and another table with cranks and ratchets underneath it and a padded circle at one end, rather like a massage table. He also noticed what looked like a medical table with articulated sections and stirrups at one end.
"This is the training room. This is where we'll work together to teach you what you need to know and what you know you need. This is where you'll learn how to serve and satisfy and be deprived of satisfaction." Jake was squeezing his balls now as he spoke. "Your satisfaction is no longer an issue. Your purpose is to satisfy others, principally me, as your Master. At times, you'll be expected to satisfy others as well, but only under my orders. Those are the rules of the club.
Each boy belongs to his Master. And, while I can be instructed by my head, my superior, to permit you to be used by another, I must do so willingly. You are not to accept instructions from any other unless I say so. Is that clear?"
"Yes Sir. You are my only Master Sir."
Troy was beginning to sweat because of the pressure on his testicles but he also found it very exciting. He realized the enema solution had something to do with this. His cock was harder than he thought possible. It stuck straight up against his belly and pre-cum was flowing over the head.
"No other master is permitted to damage you or mark you physically. Even I am not permitted to permanently mark you, unless you request it. We can discuss piercing at another time. You may want to have a tit pierced or a PA. But, back to the subject at hand. I don't like to see my boys frustrated too much, so occasionally, I will permit you to come. I won't tell you how often. I'll be the judge of that. But you are not to come unless you're given permission. If you do, you'll be severely punished, no matter what. Do you understand me boy?"
"Yes Sir" he groaned, his back arching in his heated lust. Truly, he was like a bitch in heat; he needed to be fucked! "Good. Now let's get started."
Jake unlocked the cuff on one wrist and led him over to the table with the stirrups and pushed him onto it. He was laying on his back and the tables was just the right length so that his head hung off the end. Jake lifted his feet up and placed them in the stirrups. Then he tied them to the stirrups with some rank socks. Troy's bare ass was now exposed. Jake then pulled his hands behind his head and cuffed them together exposing his chest and armpits.
"There are two things you must be taught right away: how to suck cock properly and how to be a good fuck-cunt. One of your primary purposes is to be a good pussy-boy. You'll learn to take it on your back, on your belly and on your hands and knees. You'll also learn how to give an expert blow-job. It's not important that you get pleasure from it; what's important is that you give the most pleasure possible. To do that you have to forget about your own comfort and enjoyment and concentrate on the cock that's in your mouth or your ass. Do you understand the principle?"
"Yes Sir."
Jake suddenly slapped him across the face. "When you receive instruction, whether it's verbal or physical, you are to say `Yes Sir, thank you Sir'. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir, thank you Sir" Troy yelled.
With that, the doorbell rang. Jake walked out of the room and returned shortly with Adam Liu following behind him. Troy realized that Adam was the first person, other than Jake, to see him denuded of all his body hair. He was profoundly embarrassed and doubly-so because here he was strapped down naked on the stirrup table for all the world to see.
Adam walked over to him and ran his hands over his armpits and now hairless chest. "This feels great. I love the silky touch of a freshly shaved slaveboy" he said and pinched Troy's nipples.
"Wait'll we get your tits pumped up and primed, the way they should be. A plump, sensitive tit makes as good a handle as a cock when you want to control a slave."
Troy's eyes flicked between Adam and Jake. Adam was wetting his fingers with Troy's pre-cum, rubbing it onto his sensitive tits, eliciting squealing grunts from Troy with each slick, arousing squeeze and twist. Troy looked at Jake with a questioning look.
"I told you before: Adam's my assistant. He's here to assist me in your training. There are some things I can't do alone."
"Yes Sir, thank you Sir."
"Good boy. You learn fast, just as I expected. OK, Adam, let's get started on this boy. He's been primed with an enema, so he'll be hard for at least another hour. You start on training his throat."
Adam walked to the end of the table where Troy's head was. His neck was tired so he'd let his head dangle uncomfortably off the end of the table. Adam picked his head up and held it level, looking into his eyes while he spoke. "You're going to suck me off now. I know you've never done this before, so here's what I expect. You're to use your tongue and throat to massage my cock.
Fortunately for you, I'm not large. You can run your tongue around inside my foreskin and lick the head. I don't expect to feel your teeth on my cock. And if, at any time, you bite me, you'll be punished. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir."
Adam slapped his face with one hand while holding his head with the other.
"Yes sir, thank you sir."
"That's better. Don't forget again."
"Yes sir, thank you sir."
Sucking Adam off wasn't really what Troy had hoped for. He really wanted to get his mouth on Jake. But Jake had told him his own pleasure wasn't his concern anymore. He was there to give pleasure. That was to be his source of pleasure. And Jake had promised him that he would get relief once in a while. Maybe Jake would be his source of relief. So he'd just have to do his damnedest to please Jake and whoever Jake told him to please.
Adam pulled his mouth open and stuck his uncut, semi-erect cock in. Troy didn't have any experience to make comparisons, but he thought that Adam's dick was medium in length and girth. He had seen other men in the showers at the gym, so Adam's seemed fairly normal to him.
He was amazed by how it felt and tasted. He loved the feeling of warmth and the pulsing of the blood in the veins and he loved the sweaty, manly taste and smell. He tried to remember what Adam's instructions were and ran his tongue around the corona of the flesh in his mouth. He sucked on it like a straw and ran his tongue up and down the shaft. Once, he'd had one of the girls he dated give him a blow-job. He'd found it somewhat arousing, so he tried to imitate what she had done to him. With his ministrations, Adam's cock began to harden and lengthen in his mouth.
Troy suddenly realized that the size of a flaccid cock told you nothing about what it would be like fully erect. The tube of flesh was growing both in length and in girth, but more in length. As Adam began to thrust, the tip of his penis was invading Troy's throat. At first, he gagged. When he did, Adam slapped him and yelled "No. No gagging."
Troy resisted the urge and soon found it easier going, though ever couple of thrust, he choked a little around Adam's cock. As Adam continued his thrusting, he began to twist Troy's nipples between his thumbs and fingers. Troy's back arched and he contracted his throat on the cock sliding in and out. After a few minutes, Adam let go of his sore tits and slowed down his rocking.
As he lay there with his mouth filled with cock for the first time in his life, his jaw aching from the effort to please Adam, he was suddenly aware that there were greased fingers massaging his anus. Jake! First one finger massaged his puckered opening. Then, as it relaxed a little, the finger went in and started thrusting in and out and twisting around. Then two fingers entered his hole. With his other hand, Jake began spanking Troy's butt-cheeks. He couldn't avoid the blows that rained down on his sensitive flesh. Then, his butt began to feel warm and his anus began to open up more, welcoming the fingers that sought entrance. Soon there were three fingers
thrusting in and filling his void.
After a few minutes, the hand withdrew, leaving behind an emptiness. Troy groaned in frustration and wiggled his ass, seeking to attract the hand back. Because his other end was occupied with Adam's raging hard-on, he couldn't raise his head to see what was going on. But in a moment, he felt a single, large object at his anus. Jake's hands were holding onto his thighs. He heard Jake take a breath and felt an insistent push at his sphincter. Then the muscles released and gave way and the object entered with a searing pain. His ass involuntarily clenched, seeking to repel the invader. But there was no forcing it out and he didn't want to force it out. He wanted it in him! Jake was slapping his butt-cheeks and the pain turned toward warmth. Then, suddenly, the pain was warmth and a fulfilled feeling. This was it. This was what he needed. To be filled by a man; to be filled by his Master! He had his Jake's cock up his ass! There was nothing more he could want.
Troy moaned and hummed around the cock in his throat and clenched is ass around the cock filling him, trying to draw it farther in. He moved his butt around as much as he could, given that he was bound to the table, trying to experience the feelings that were colliding inside him as fully as possible. Oh, how he wanted this! He'd never known such excitement and arousal. Jake pulled out until the rim of his cock cleared the sphincter, then he thrust in again. Troy thought Jake's cock was going to meet Adam's somewhere in his gut. He thought he'd go over the edge at any moment. He was breathing hard and groaning and his hips were bucking uncontrollably.
But Jake grabbed the head of his cock and squeezed it hard between his thumb and finger, bringing Troy abruptly back from the brink.
"You don't have permission to come yet!" Jake said, slapping his ass. Then he began to thrust.
Troy was almost delirious from the sensations, which were heightened by the solution that Jake had given him in his last enema. Jake was pounding his ass with his cock and he could feel Jake's balls slapping against his butt. Adam was thrusting into his mouth, making his throat raw.
And he was working his tender tits over. How much could he take? Then Jake told him to concentrate on what he was doing. His own pleasure didn't matter. His purpose was to give them pleasure. He was to focus on them! He tried to focus his mind and his responses on the cocks that were in his throat and his hole. He tried to grip both of them with his muscles. He tried to remember what to do with his tongue to please Adam while gripping Jake's wonderful penis with his sphincters. It was a real challenge! He began to get a rhythm and Jake and Adam both began to breathe harder and groan as they increased their speed.
Troy couldn't see what was going on and his neck was aching from the strain of holding his head up. Then suddenly, they both pulled out and as they gasped for breath, pumped their cocks, pointing them at Troy. They both yelled and shot streams of cum over his body. Then they collapsed on top of him, panting and moaning. Troy himself had never been so aroused. He thought his cock might break off, it was so hard! After a minute, Jake caught his breath and stood up. He began massaging the cum into Troy's skin, especially concentrating on his tits. Troy had never before been so aware of how erotic any touch on his tits was. As Jake worked the semen in, Troy groaned and tried to push his chest up into Jake's hands. He couldn't get enough of this.
Jake moved away from his nipples and descended to his groin. He rubbed the cum into his boy's bush and then greased his cock with it. And then he began to pump. As the newly inducted slave bucked and gasped, Adam took a well-worn sock and pushed it into his gaping mouth. He tied another smelly sock over his nose. That smell! Oh god, this was too much. But he couldn't come! Jake hadn't given his permission. He moaned. His head thrashed from side to side, his hips thrust up and down, he pushed his chest up to meet Jake's hand. Oh god, when could he get release? Then Jake leaned over and whispered in his ear.
"Come."
Troy screamed and crashed through a wall. The cum spewed from his cock and splattered against the ceiling, dripping back down onto his writhing body. He knew nothing but the joy of having his Master's hand between his legs pumping his cock.
To be continued.