I was finally released, and knew Master was watching, so I followed all his orders and finally released the cum that I had built up over 8 hours ago. I savored the few drops that were on the plug, and was still sucking it when there was a knock at the door. I was supposed to go to bed, but decided to check the peep hole.
"Hey, Bob, I know you're in there."
It was Kevin, the upstairs neighbor. I figured I had to open it; he must have heard Master's voice on the machine. Totally humiliated, I knew I couldn't take the plug out and I opened the door, greeted by Kevin's laughter. He walked in, and almost immediately the phone was ringing.
"Guess you can't talk; I'll get that. Good thing the wife is hard of hearing, or else she might be suspicious why I suddenly had to run out for milk. [he picked up the phone] Hello?...oh, hi Master Ric, PussyBoy sure looks good...what, you can see us?....oh, thanks, I'll take him in the bedroom and turn on speaker phone..."
With that, I knew I would not yet rest. I followed Kevin, defeated, into the bedroom.
We could hear the sound of Kevin's TV drifting down through the floor. His wife really was hard of hearing, so she had to crank up the volume. This also assured us that Master's commands would go unheard except by the two of us.
"What's the matter Kevin? Didn't you and your wife enjoy your time in the hotel last night?"
Kevin began conversing with Master through the speaker phone, while I lay on the bed on my stomach, on top of the pile of pillow, which were still wet with cum from all the loads that had been sprayed upon me earlier.
"Well, Ric, we did have a good time. We fucked twice; its been years since we've fucked more than a couple of times a month. The wife just isn't that into it. I fucked her good, once a quick one from all the built up pleasure, and another slow, romantic time this morning. However, it has been years since she's given me a blow job. When you let PussyBoy suck me the other day, it awakened forgotten pleasures in me. I guess there is something to be said for a warm moist mouth swallowing your cock. Even when my wife used to do it, she never seemed to enjoy it, and did it just to shut me up. It sure wasn't like PussyBoy, who looks like he's gonna cry if you don't give him every last damn inch of the thing. Its only too bad you won't let him eat my cum; you should see the look of disappointment when I pull out and spray it all over his face."
"Kevin, PussyBoy has been very good this weekend, so I will permit him a treat. He has that plug in his mouth right now because he was finally allowed to cum. I had him cum all over it, and then he was allowed to eat his own seed. You may do the same. He will remove it and suck your cock. When you are near completion, you must pull your cock out. He will milk your cock onto the plug, then be allowed to eat it. He will, of course, have to lick up and shots that miss and land on the floor of sheets. OK, PussyBoy, it looks like you are in position. I know you wish my hard cock was pushing into your asshole, but you will not have that feeling until you visit me in two weeks. You will sleep like this every night. You still need more practice sucking cock, so I will permit you to suck Kevin's cock once a night. He will leave you propped up on the pillows, your ass exposed to the world, and anyone I might choose to share the video streams with. You will suck his cock, spraying the load onto your buttplug, then leave it in your mouth to savor his man seed as you drift off to sleep. You will be cuffed to the foot of th bed, and he will set the timers to 8 hours, to make sure you don't cheat and touch yourself while Master is asleep and not keeping an eye on his PussyBoy. Kevin, there are a new set of cuffs in the bathroom; PussyBoy will instruct you on how to use them when you are finished. OK, PussyBoy, begin sucking Kevin."
Thankful that my hands were still free for the moment, I could properly cradle Kevin's balls as I pulled him deep into my mouth. I was already more experienced at this skill, and much more comfortable with sucking cock deep into my mouth without fear of gagging or having my teeth scrape him. I got really into it, especially when I tasted the lingering taste of his wife's pussy juice dried on his cock. His cock and balls smelt of sweat and sex, and I couldn't get enough. I took him in deep until his pubes were tickling my nose. I was lost in pleasure and had forgotten that Master was watching and was on the phone.
"Kevin, you may spank PussyBoy for again disturbing you."
Before I could even prepare, Kevin's hand came down hard on my still-sore ass cheeks. By reflex, my body thrust down away from his hand. This only served to force my head further into his crotch, jabbing his cock against the back of my throat. He spanked me a good ten times, bringing the rosy glow back to my full fleshy ass globes. My cock was hard, pressed between my belly and the pillows below me. I had been thoroughly milked this weekend, and my cock was sore from abuse, yet I badly wanted to touch it. However, I knew Master would not permit this until at least tomorrow after classes. I had to give over myself to the fact that the only pleasure I would have tonight would be sucking Kevin's cock and savoring his load as I slept. I made the most of it, and worked his cock in long slurping strokes in and out of my hungry mouth. I sucked Kevin for about 10 minutes until I felt him getting ready He grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled my head back off of him. He picked up the plug that lay next to my head and held it out in front of him. I grabbed his cock in one hand and his balls in the other, and began long strokes as his nuts tightened in my hand. Soon he was spraying all over, as I tried to keep him aiming at my buttplug. He pulled back with the last spurt; he didn't admit it, but I'm sure he did it to make me have to lick up his load off the floor.
"Good PussyBoy, now clean up and get ready for bed. You have class early and you must keep up your studies, as you will be coming to live with me after college, and I don't want you losing your scholarship or I might have to begin selling rights to that hole of yours occasionally to pay off student loans."
Master and I had never discussed anything like this; I had only met him in person two days ago. However, I couldn't deny the newfound pleasures he had provided me, and can't say I didn't feel a sense of relief that Master wished to fully control me as soon as I could finish in school and move away from Brooklyn. I did not admit it, but I knew then that that was exactly what I wanted. I guess its the way a woman used to feel in the old days; she had finally met the man of her dreams, who would control her and provide for her and she no longer had to worry about anything but providing for the domestic needs and sexual urges of her Master, in that case her husband. I felt the same way, and knew I wanted to live like that for Master. It would complete my submission and force me into the true role I always felt was mine. I wanted to turn my body over for Master's pleasure, and wanted him to rise to a level of control that all the cameras and visits could not provide. I wanted to be his. But all that would have to wait at least two more years.
"What's the matter, PussyBoy, like what you hear?"
I instantly realized I had bee standing there thinking all this, as Master and Kevin watched, waiting. I instantly got back to the task at hand, and dropped to my knees to clean up the mess. There was more now, as the spurts had leaked off the buttplug into a puddle on the floor. I cleaned it up, licking like the dog I felt like. I then got up, and got the cuffs for Kevin and returned to my position on the bed. Kevin locked my hands to end of the bed.
"Set it to 7 hours. PussyBoy needs to get up early to do all the homework he skipped this weekend."
I told him how, and was soon attached to the bed without my control. Kevin the thrust his swollen fingers into my mouth, and I cleaned all the stray cum off them. He then pushed the plug into my mouth and I tasted his lingering seed on it.
"Good night PussyBoy. Good night Kevin. Oh, Kevin, that magnet we discussed is on the inside of the door. Put the green one on the outside. It will remain there until PussyBoy comes and visits me in two weeks. You may use him up until the day before he leaves, when you will be required to shave his ass fully in preparation for his service that weekend in Master's dungeon. Of course you know this, but I want an outward symbol on the door. I want something that is going to work its way into PussyBoy's mind, that he no longer owns his sexual autonomy. They are mine to control from this distance. Every time he steps through the door, he will be reminded that he is marked for life as the sexual property of another. He will then have the idea reinforced when he gets inside, when he is required to put on the nut harness and nipple clamps. OK, now get to sleep PussyBoy, with the fullness and taste in your mouth and the thoughts in your head, that you are now my cum eating, cock sucking PussyBoy with a fucked, swollen asshole. Goodnight."
With that, the dial tone filled the room. Kevin clicked the speaker phone off, patted me on the ass and left me there in darkness. I heard him rustling with the magnet, and heard it click on the outside of the door as the lock sealed me in the apartment for the night. I soon was asleep, with thoughts of the weekend filling my head.
I must have dreamed of the experience all night, as I awoke out of a deep sleep with thoughts of cock filling my head as I heard the timer on the cuffs release. I still was woozy and unsure but I felt a puddle below me. I raised myself up, and a sticky strand ran from my cock to the pillow below me, and I had a glistening puddle on my belly. I was startled when the phone rang.
"Well, PussyBoy, seems you enjoyed your dream a little too much. Put the phone on speaker phone [I did as ordered, as I knew better than to ever hesitate in following a command ever again]. This is how we will talk from now on; your secret is out with Kevin, and as he said, Gloria, his wife, is too hard of hearing to hear this. No doubt he can hear right now. Well, it seems you enjoyed yourself a little too much. You should be severely punished, but I will be somewhat mild with you, as you were not tied off, and you are only now becoming aware of your true desires. Of course, when that much awareness of pent up sexual energy is finally realized, who could blame you for some spontaneous unconscious orgasms. I watched you and you must have had a particularly good dream about 20 minutes ago. You were thrusting your hips up, like you were meeting a cock filling you. Then I saw your body tense and relax; that is when you must have made your little mess. Like I said you should not be severely punished, but I cannot excuse the fact that your nuts are not as full as they should be. Therefore, to increase the pressure, you will be required to wear your nipple clamps and ball harness all day today, even while your at school. You must also fuck yourself the the dildo before you leave. But first, do your work. I don't want any pleasure in your nuts, ass or nipples to distract you."
I did as I was told, but Master's plan didn't quite work. how could I possibly ignore the thoughts filling
my head. However, I did my best and got my assignment done. I then tied off my balls, after some struggling to figure the harness out. I clamped my nipples. The clamps were slightly visible, so I decided to wear a sweatshirt over my t-shirt to conceal them. I knew this would only be a temporary solution, as the heat and humidity of late spring in NYC would soon make the sweatshirt unwearable. Hopefully Master would let me go back to wearing them only in the apartment, as originally ordered.
I fucked myself with the dildo for ten minutes. I instantly realized how the harness worked. My nuts were wrapped tightly, but there was a loop over my cock. Every time I tried to get hard, my cock would pull against that strap, only tightening the others on my balls. It was excruciating, and made erections quite painful. Soon I was nearing the time left with the dildo, and I mouthed the words "Thank You Sir for controlling my thoughts and cum" into the surveillance camera in case Master was watching. The phone rang, but soon went to the answering machine. As the message kicked in, I heard Master's voice say "You're very welcome, PussyBoy." and then he hung up. That left a lasting impression in my head, as I was reminded that this was no longer a fantasy life; I was actually in full service of another man, and he truly did control my thoughts and cum and now had the visual and other means to enforce this control.
I could not dwell on this too much, as I had to get to school. I packed my bag, threw on a t-shirt ans sweat shirt and jeans. The jeans cupped my ass nicely, and the bulge of my nus stood out as the way they were harnessed pulled them down away from my body, where they were set off against the material of the crotch of my jeans. I would be OK in class, but knew I couldn't sit on the subway on the way there. I ran out of my place and just made it to the subway in time. I tried to run up the stairs, which was difficult with my nuts tied as they were. I was surrounded by strangers for the first time since before I had been fucked and sucked so much cock this weekend. it felt to be around people who did not know of my thoughts and desires. This only added to my mental isolation and to the power of the thoughts swirling through my head.
This strangeness of self continued once I got to school. I ran into some friends before class. They knew something was different about me. I explained it off that I wasn't feeling quite right, as I had been up partying all night Saturday and had met someone. They pressed for details, but I did my best to hide the reality. I had opened up a lot to myself, but these were my friends and they didn't even know I was gay and I didn't think I could even explain all this to them. So I just avoided specifics and talked about how hot "she" was and all that. As if Master was controlling me even when out of sight, I instantly became aware of the pressure in my nuts and nipples again. I must have blushed because my friend asked me if everything was alright. I said it was.
"Wow, she must have done a number on you. You seem flush just thinking about her. She must have been an amazing lay."
I couldn't admit it, but yes, it had been an amazing lay. I had been fucked like the PussyBoy I always knew I was. I was still dreaming of cock, as I lied about putting mine in some woman. Thankfully, the period bell rang and we had to disappear into the lecture hall and the questioning had to stop.