TIM by will.obe
I ring the bell and wait, hoping my formal suit and tie get-up will win approval. The door opens. Mr Miller is a tall, handsome, but rather stout guy in his 50's wearing a dark suit. At 22 of course I consider this old. He smiles.
"Are you Tim Black?"
"Yes Sir."
"Come in and let me take you to the kitchen. My friends have already arrived."
I can hear the buzz of male conversation coming from the lounge and shiver at the thought of what I've let myself in for. In the kitchen several work surfaces contain trays of canape's. A bar area has various empty glasses and alongside are bottles of gin, whiskey, vodka, rum, red wine and white wine. In the centre of the kitchen is a long table.
"I know you haven't done this before Tim, but it's really quite simple. You're job is to kneel in front of each guest in turn and ask what they wish to drink, come back here, pour the drinks and serve them, again on your knees. Afterwards you serve the snacks. Okay?"
"Yes Sir."
"And don't worry. They're going to enjoy a pretty young guy like you. Now, strip off and let me see you."
Well this is it. It's what I've agreed to do. I quickly undress and stand in front of him. My prick is immediately rampant. He smiles and runs his hands over my naked body. Tweeking my nipples, pulling my foreskin backwards and forwards,weighing my tight balls in a hand and feeling my hole with a long probing finger. I really love submitting meekly to this inspection. Then he kisses me full on the lips. A French kiss which, in spite of his age, has me shivering with excitement. Being used by a man of any age has me in a state of sexual excitement. He pulls away and grins at me.
"You're delightful Tim, but remember you're a slave this evening so expect the guys to touch you up as you serve drinks. You don't mind do you Tim? I take it you enjoy being subservient and doing as you're told?"
"Yes Sir, always."
"Good. Pick up a tray of canapes and follow me."
Mr Miller opens the lounge door and ushers me in. The chatter stops immediately and ten guys sitting in a half circle turn to look at me. They're all formally dressed. Suits, shirts and ties. Three look to be about my own age, one is definitely nearer eighteen and black, two very old silver haired guys in their 60's and the last four in their 30's including an Indian guy. All very attractive men I'll be happy to serve in any way they wish. No, in anyway they order. The thought passes through my head that I really do want them to treat me as their naked slave boy.
"This is Tim. He'll be our waiter this evening. Just tell him what drinks you want."
Mr Miller encourages me to circulate with the tray. Conversation resumes, mainly about me.
"Isn't he cute."
"Such a nice stiff big cock for a small guy."
"Nice all over. Look at the beautiful curves of his bubble butt."
"Needs a good shagging for sure I'd say."
"No, I want those full red sensuous lips around my cock man."
"He's a naughty boy, needs a good spanking."
"Needs his pits and pubics shaving if he's going to pass as a boy."
I circulate with me head and eyes slightly lowered, listening to their sexually exciting demeaning comments. I look down at the guests well polished shoes, but I can't fail to notice their eyes continuing to devour my complete nakedness. This is an absolute turn on. Being a naked slave at the service of these fully suited dominant males. Wow! A fantasy come true. It's what I know I'm for. A completely subservient male to other men. To obey their orders and fulfil their every sexual desire. I move around serving the snacks, but unfortunately none have yet touched me. Natural English shyness perhaps? Drinks will help. The tray of canopes is empty so I kneel in front of the two old guys.
"What drinks may I get you Sirs?"
"Scotch and American," says one, before addressing his companion "that okay with you John?"
"Large ones I think Ray," says John.
I rush to the kitchen and quickly before doing anything else pour myself and knock back a strong vodka and tonic. I pour the old guys treble whisky and gingers and rush back to serve them to John and Ray, but as I go down on my knees I stumble and spill one glass over John's lap. Ray takes the other glass and hands me a handkerchief to clean up the mess.
"No need for that Ray," says Mr Miller, "the boy will lick it up. Go on Tim, get your mouth working."
With everyone watching I lean over and start licking up the spilt liquid off John's trousers. As I do so my tongue can feel his hard tool inside his pants.
"Unzip him Tim and clean up the inside," orders Mr Miller.
I do as I'm told and as I lick the soaked underpants, John eases out his hard cock, slips it between my lips and I start to suck his hefty thick manhood. The other guys laugh and crudely congratulate me about my cock sucking abilities.
"Don't worry guys," says Mr Miller, "you'll all get your turn.
John groans out loud as he starts to unloads gobs of his spunk into my mouth, but withdraws and shoots a string of cum over my face. Ray slides his fingers over my face directing the warm spunk into my mouth.
"Swallow it boy," instructs Ray.
I use my tongue to help pull the semen into my mouth and swallow. I go to stand up, but Ray has other ideas. He grips my arm.
"You've been a naughty little boy Tim. You need to be spanked I think."
Ray pulls me over his lap and starts to spank my ass. As a 22 year old I feel so embarrassed being spanked over a trousered knee in front of all these other guys. They urge Ray on.
"Go on Ray, spank our little girlyboy"
"Make him cry like a baby. Let's see some tears."
And they're not far away. It's not playful. Ray spanks hard. I wriggle and kick up my legs, but other hands hold me down as I'm punished. Much to my shame my eyes smart and I eventually start sobbing and crying out loud. Ray stops and I stand up, facing the crowd with tears running down my cheeks. It's so humiliating an I realize, to my nature, so satisfying.
"Go and stand in the corner until you stop being a crybaby," orders Mr Miller.
Naturally I do as I'm ordered, rubbing my sore bottom as I do so. My hands are slapped away and other hands stroke my painful arse or reach around and work my prick.
"Hey Tim boy, go get me a drink," says John. He gives my ass a sharp slap as I walk by him.
After serving Ray, I take orders from the other guys, bring back the drinks, serve them on my knees and in each case receive a smack on my bottom. They're enjoying this chance to humiliate a sub and, of course, I'm increasingly aroused by my servile submission. Drinks served, I circulate offering trays of canapes to the guests on my knees. Each gives me a smile and a another slap on my ass. Going back to the kitchen for more drinks I find the young black guy at my heels. He puts his arms around me and plays with my nipples
"I'm Paul boy. You need a nice big black cock up your ass, don't you?"
I can feel his cock through his pants pressing against the cleft of my bottom. I remain silent. Even if he is three years younger than me, he's a big hunky black Master I must obey. The idea of this handsome black guy's hard cock fucking and possessing me, his white slave, is another fantasy come true. He unzips, drops his pants and kicks them off. I hear him spit on his fingers and feel him roughly lubricating my boycunt with his fingers. I want to be on show taking his huge hard cock. It prods between my cheeks as he bends me over.
"You need this don't you boy? You wanna be owned by a black man, his bumboy?"
"Oh yes Sir, I do. Fuck me please."
"Yeah I will. Wanted this ever since I first saw your little white butt. Now turn around, walk forward and let the other guys see you being fucked. Come on boy, move."
Wow! He knows what I need. Perhaps more so, he wishes to demonstrate his youthful power over a worthless white bumboy. And what a thrilling humiliation it is being slowly humped back like a bitch on heat with a cock rammed up my boycunt and entering a room full of laughing, whistling guys watching me being publically fucked and degraded. In a mirror I see Paul raising his fists in triumphant celebration of him raping a white slave. Now he pounds in and out of my cunt as another guy strips in front of my face and plunges his hard tool into my mouth and throat. I tighten my ass muscles to give my young black Master the best possible fuck and suck hard on the uncut cock using my mouth. Paul yells out loud and fills my bowels with his seed. He withgraws and I feel his cum running down my legs before another cock enters and fucks me immediately. The same happens when my mouth is filled with my face fucker's cum. I hardly have time to swallow before a stiff brown cock is forced down my throat. I look up and see it's the young Indian guy. He smiles down into my upturned eyes and slowly and deeply uses my mouth.
"You love this don't you? What a slut you are at the service of all us superior men. I know you love it, being used. You'd like it better still I think if we used you in public. I know a weekend place out in the country where you'd be kept naked, perhaps put into a set of stocks and left for any man to cane you or birch you before your red little bottom was fucked hard."
In spite of his cock in my mouth, I manage a nod.
"Yeah, thought that would excite you my slave. It excites me too. Yeah, take it boy, take all these mens cocks. We're going to fill you with cum back and front boy and you're going to take it because you're a worthless white slave. And I know you'll enjoy it boy because you're a sub boy slave... yeah take mine... take Rajah's spunk right down your throat."
And I did. Such sweet creamy cum. As he withdrew his long cock I rolled his seed around my tongue and slowly swallowed it, gulp by gulp.
"Okay," I heard Mr Miller say, "he needs preparing for the final act. Bring him to the kitchen."
Hands grab me, carry me into the kitchen and spreadeage me face up on the kitchen table. I can see Mr Miller standing over me with a wicked looking stainless steel carving knife in his hand. Other hands hold my ankles and wrists.
"A bumboy or should I say a girlyboy needs to be properly cut and prepared," said Mr Miller.
I'm now scared out of my wits. With all the others crowding around, grinning down at me, Mr Miller gently grips my rapidly shrinking prick, pulls my foreskin up and touches it with the edge of his knife.
"Please Sir, don't cut me," I whisper.
"It is a procedure often used on naughty boys," smiles Mr Miller "when a Master takes them into ownership. I'm sure you'd like to please a Master if he wanted you circumsized or even neutered, wouldn't you Tim?"
"I'm not sure Sir," I mumble.
"We shall have to wait and see Tim boy," says Mr Miller as he thankfully lays down the carving knife.
Instead he picks up a glistening cut-throat razor.
"To be initiated as a a slave of this circle, you must be shaved Tim. Your armpits, your pubics and anywhere else on your body except your head. Does that make you happier?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good, then we shall proceed, lather him," instructs Mr Miller.
Two young good looking naked guys with brushes and small cups of shaving soap lather my armpits and my crotch. Mr Miller very gently shaves my armpits and then my crotch. By this time my prick is rock hard and Mr Miller has no difficulty shaving all sides.
"That's it then," said Mr Miller, "he hardly has another hair on his body. Typical sub bumboy. You can clean him off now Les and Malcolm before you claim your reward."
Les and Malcolm do a thorough job with their towels and grin down at me as they wipe between my legs and clean the lather off my prick. Les squeezes a dollop of goo from a tube of KY and lubricates my ass hole until I'm writhing in a state of sexual excitement. He applies another dollop to his huge hairy cock and passes the tube to Malcolm who does the same. They pull my body to the edge of the table. Les climbs on the table, lifts my legs and inserts his cock into my boycunt. A moment and I see and feel Malcolm standing there easing his rampant cock into my bottom alongside Les's. I'm squirming in pain, but as they proceed to fuck me, I relax and with increasing excitement take two cocks up into my fuckhole. Wow! This is something I've never dreamed of. I begin to enjoy the feeling and the humiliation of being fucked by two guys at once in front of a naked crowd of guys wanking their pricks hard and preparing to shoot their manly cum over my smooth hairless body. The final act of initiation comes as I see Mr Miller's cock above my face. It pushes into my mouth and I suck on his endowment. Les and Malcolm cum together with great force and jets of their spunk spurt into me. Wow! Thats what a boycunt like me needs. As we all begin to relax I feel something new. Mr Miller slowly begins pissing into my mouth. I'm swallowing, but unable to cope with the flow. Piss dribbles from my mouth, flows down my chin onto the table. Great whoops of delight from the crowd as my initiation into their circle is completed. My last act of the evening in the lounge is to crawl around and take and drink piss from all my new Masters.
Please let me know if this story has excited you. will.obe@btinternet.com