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A kinky story written by Max Potter | Chapter 6

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Entertaining a Friend

One day I was leaving work to go to the bus and return to my apartment when I noticed Master’s Camaro drive into the parking lot and come up by me. I noticed there was someone in the passenger’s seat. With Master here, in public, I wasn’t quite sure what to do, so as I stood on the driver’s side, I held my hands clenched before me and bowed my head. I was worried what someone would think if they saw me, so I didn’t kneel, but I couldn’t be so close to Master without showing some respect.

The window rolled down, and Master said. “Get in, we’re going for a ride.” With that he jumped out and moved the seat forward so I could get in the back. Silently, I obeyed. I was a bit worried about what would happen, as Master had never really associated with me in public before, and I doubted he would treat me as just a friend. I had a feeling I was going to be on display. I was right.

As soon as Master got back into the seat, he took off. Once on the road, he looked at me through the rear view mirror. “Tell Tim who I am to you.” Master grinned, knowing it would embarrass me. Tim, as that was apparently the passenger’s name, looked back me with some expectation in his face.

I bowed my head in embarrassment, and I’m sure I turned red. But loudly enough to be heard I said. “He is my Master, my Owner. I am nothing but his slave.”

“Fuck.” Said Tim.

“Told you.” Responded Master.

“Damn, you mean he really does anything you tell him to?” Tim asked Master.

“Sure,  try it, he’ll obey you too, won’t you boy?” The last part was directed to me, and I answered.

“Yes, Master.”

“Fuck.” Tim looked at me a moment, then continued “Suck your thumb.” That was childish, but I stuck my thumb in my mouth and began to suck. I felt like a baby, and doing this in front of two younger men heightened my embarrassment.  “Fuck.” Tim said again. Master gave a half-laugh and looked at me with a smirk.

Tim watched me for a few minutes, then issued another order. “Take off your shirt.” I obeyed, removing my thumb from my mouth. “Suck your thumb some more.” I did. “Now, with your other hand, pinch you nipples hard.” I obeyed, and it hurt. “Harder.” He commanded, and again I obeyed. “Use your fingernails.” I began to use my fingernails to pinch my tender nipples, leaving little marks in my tits.  “Hump your hips like you are fucking.” I did this as well. I was looking at Tim and occasionally at Master, but I was sure people in other cars could see me. The idea of such public humiliation bothered me. But I would glance at Master and know I had no choice. “Are you hard?” Tim asked me. I nodded. “Fuck.” He said, and watched my performance for a bit. “Take your dick out.” I stopped the sucking and pinching to open my pants up and free my dick. It stood straight up.

“Hey, he didn’t say you could stop.” Master interjected a few seconds later, as I hadn’t resumed my performance.

“I’m sorry, Master.” And with that, I started again. Tim was fascinated at my performance, amazed that he could get me to do this. Tim looked a bit taller and was thinner than Master, with short brown hair and brown eyes.

A few minutes later, we pulled into a parking lot, and I noticed it was my apartment building.  God, I didn’t want my neighbors to see me like this.

As and Tim got out of the car, Master said “Leave your shirt off, and only button your pants, don’t zip up. And Heel.” I buttoned my pants but didn’t zip up. I followed Master and Tim to my apartment. Master naturally had a key, and we entered.  Master had given me standing orders to be naked in my apartment, and as soon as I closed the door, I began to remove my shoes, socks, and pants. Master and Tim had turned to watch me, superior looks on their faces. Once I was nude, I began to fold my clothes, so they would be neat. Finishing, I knelt, put my hands behind my back and bowed my head, awaiting Master’s pleasure.

“Fuck.” Whispered Tim again.

“Want to?” Asked Master of Tim.

“What?”

“Fuck. You can fuck him if you like.

“In a bit. I want to see what else he does.”

“OK. Let’s start my tiring him out a bit. Boy.” Master addressed only the last word to me.

“Yes, Master.” I replied.

“Are you ready to amuse us?”

“Oh, yes, Master. Anything I can do for your pleasure is my fondest wish.”

“Fucker talks good.” Tim noted.

“Sure does,” replied Master (and I loved hearing that I was doing well) “he crawls, begs, and talks a good game. Now, boy, push-ups for a bit.”

“Yes, Master.” I began to execute full push-ups while Master and Tim sat down on the couch and watched. I guess for real men (I consider myself a mere boy compared to men like my Master and his friends) that it was pleasant to watch someone work out, especially if you commanded them to. I continued with my exercise. After a while, I began to flag. I continued to do the push-ups, but where I had tried to regulate my speed from the beginning, after all this time, I was having trouble continuing. I continued, but I was sure they noticed.

“Boy, you are getting sloppy.” Master said to me as I was having a particularly hard time raising up.

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry Master. I’ll do better Master.” I said.

“Fuck.” Said Tim.

I tried, and under his command, did few more, but began to fail again.

“Boy, can’t you do anything right?” Master asked me.

“I’m so sorry Master. I’m trying.” I responded.

“Get us something to drink. Crawl, boy.” Master ordered. I stopped the pushups and crawled to the kitchen. Then I returned on my knees with two beers. Master had orders for me to keep beer for him since he was underage and I wasn’t. “Now, boy, stand up and do some switching deep-knee bends.”

I stood, put one foot to the side, did a deep knee bend, brought it back, and put the other leg out, and did another deep knee bend. I continued to do this as they both took a drink.

“We’ve got to think up a punishment for him for failing.” Master said to his friend.

“We could spank him.” Tim answered.

“Go ahead.” Master said to Tim. Tim stood up and removed his belt. “Make him beg for it.”

Tim looked at me with a gleam in his eye. “OK, boy, beg me to whip you.”

I stopped my exercises and crawled over to Tim’s feet. I began to kiss and lick his shoes “Please, Sir, I have been so bad, please punish me. I am just a screw-up who has disappointed his Master and you. Please, Sir, I beg you to whip me as I deserve. Please teach me to do better for you and my Master. Please show no mercy and use your belt to do as this slave deserves. Please give me pain so I can pay for failing you and my Master. I beg you to put me in my place and show me who is boss. Please, I beg you to spank me so I can learn to be a better slave.”

“Fuck it.” Tim said. “Stand up and bend over, grab your ankles.” I obeyed, positioning myself so my ass was toward him.

Tim arranged the belt in his hands and swung, striking my bare butt across both cheeks. It stung bad. I gritted my teeth and kept my hands on my ankles, although I wanted to use my hands to protect my butt. Swack, came the next strike, and again, and again. I got about twenty swats when Master spoke up. “Aren’t you going to thank him for teaching you, boy?”

“Yes, Master, I’m sorry, Master. Thank you, Sir.” I said.

“You want me to stop?” Tim asked. I didn’t think the question was directed to me, so I didn’t answer.

“No,” said Master “I think you just needed to warm up. How many do you think he should get for not doing his pushups?”

“I don’t know, 50?” responded Tim.

“Sounds good.” Said Master. “We’ll do something else to him for not being
respectful enough.”

“Here goes.” Said Tim, and began in on me again.

“Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” I repeated for some time as the belt hit my ass.

At one point, Master said “How many is that?”

Tim stopped his work and looked at Master. “I don’t know, I haven’t been counting.”

“We’ll just have to start from scratch, then. Boy, you had better count.”

Tim started in on me again, with renewed vigor, he seemed to enjoy the fact I was still at square one in my punishment. “One, thank you, Sir. Two, thank you, Sir. Three, thank you, Sir. Four, thank you, Sir.” My ass really stung, and Tim had begun to add my upper legs to his target area. God, what pain I was in. I could see my Master smile at me and I knew he was happy at my misery, so that was all that mattered. Finally I said “Fifty, thank you, Sir.” I had expected it to stop, but Tim struck me again. I was startled, but fortunately didn’t do any more than flinch.

“Oops, didn’t stop in time.” Tim said, but he didn’t sound sincere.

“That’s OK,” Master said “I’m sure boy liked it. Didn’t you, boy?”

“Oh, yes, Master. Thank you, Sir. It was like a gift.”

“Fuck.” Said Tim.

“Boy,” said Master “stand up.” I obeyed. “For not showing respect to Tim for teaching you a lesson,  you need another lesson. Tim, can you think of anything else to whip to teach him some respect for his betters?” Master put his hand in his crouch and wiggled his pointer finger a bit. He had a wicked smile on his face.

“His dick?” Tim asked, a bit amazed.

“I think that’s a great idea, don’t you boy?” Master looked meaningfully at me.

“Oh, yes, Master. I think whipping my cock would be a good way of teaching me a lesson. Please Sir, please teach me my lesson.” I said.

Tim looked a bit puzzled at how to do this, and so Master helped out. “Boy, put your hands behind your back and lean back so Tim can get to your dick easy.”

My dick was still hard (wasn’t it always when Master was around?) and I was a little unsteady leaning back. I was worried that I would lose my  balance when Tim whipped my dick.

Tim’s strikes to my dick weren’t as forceful as the ones he delivered to my ass, but they hurt me to no end. I had to grip my hands tight to keep them behind my back and my face grimaced up. “One, thank you, Sir.”

God, what pain. “Two, thank you, Sir. Three, thank you, Sir.” It’s bad enough to get your balls racked, but this was rack after rack, and I couldn’t do anything about it. Well, I could, I could thank my torturer.

After seven, Master said “What, you think two more?”

“Sure.” Said Tim and delivered them.

“Eight, thank you, Sir. Nine, thank you, Sir.” I said.

“Well, one more to make it even.” Said Master.

“Yeah!” said Tim.

“Ten, thank you, Sir.” I hoped they would decide to stop now.  They did.

“Hey, Jack, can he blow me now?” Tim asked.

“Sure, blow him boy.” Master agreed.

“Yes, Master.” I replied. I knelt and turned to Tim. Tim was anxious, and had his pants undone before Master could suggest I do it for him. Tim fished his cock out. It was a little shorter than Master’s, and thinner, giving it more a narrow appearance than the perfect proportions of Master. Tim’s cock was still bigger than mine.

I didn’t use my hands, but only my mouth. Master like me to deep throat him, and I figured Tim would be the same. I had moistened my mouth as much as possible in the little time I had, and I when down as deep as I could (a few inches) before pulling back and diving deeper. Each bob of my head when further down his shaft. Tim thrust his hips back and forth as I worked, and I tried to match his movements. I think he figured out what I was doing, and kept changing rhythm. The result was that I was sometimes lost his cock out of my mouth, and sometimes gabbed down to his pubes. Tim and Master appeared to enjoy my struggles.

Finally, Tim grabbed the back of my head and thrust me down on his shaft. I choked, and then felt his cum spurt into my mouth. I swallowed. I had been drinking Master’s cum and piss for a while, so I was getting better, and none leaked out. Tim pushed me off and breathed deep.

Tim stumbled to the couch and flopped down. I stayed on my knees until I received further orders. Master smiled at Tim as Tim caught his breath.  As Tim’s breath returned to him, Master said “You whipped him pretty long and hard. I bet your arm got tired.”

“Nah, it’s all right. It was fun.” Tim said.

“Yeah, but you had to stand up and teach him a lesson. And your arm had to get tired. I think the boy ought to do something to make it up to you.” Master said back.

“Make it up to me for whipping his ass?” Tim asked.

“Yeah, he put you out, so he has to put out.” Master said.

“He’s already put out.” Tim slightly batted his dick.

“Nah, that was just fun. Now he’s got to make up for your effort.” Master
said.

“Sure, whatever. What do you want him to do?” Tim asked.

“Ever had your ass eaten out?” Master asked.

“No. Will he do that?” Tim asked.

“He’ll do anything I tell him to. Won’t you boy?” Master asked.

“Yes, Master.” I said.

“Fuck. He is a slave, isn’t he?” Tim asked of Master, who didn’t answer back.

“Rim him, boy.” Master said to me.

“Yes, Master.” I said. I crawled over to Tim on the couch. He stuck his legs up and I dove for his asshole. I didn’t hesitate and began to lick at the tight circle of his anus. I like around in his sweaty crack getting his sweat and the musty taste of his shit. I probed deeper into this hole and gently pushed as he puckered back.

“Ffffuuuuccckkk.” Tim groaned. I kept up my work. Tim puckered his ass and I managed to get my tongue into his ass and probe around. Tim wiggled his whole ass around, and I worked to keep my mouth where it belonged.

I kept up my work for some time, until “Fuck, I’m going to come again.” Tim said, and gyrated around so that I lost my contact with this ass. He had cum.

“Clean him up, boy.” Master said.

“Yes, Master.” I said, and began to lick the cum up from his cock and pubes. When I was done, Tim put his hand in my face, and I licked up the cold cum on his fingers.

When I was finished Master said “Corner.” And I crawled to a corner, and knelt-up with my face in the corner.

Tim breathed deep for a while and then I heard him whisper “Fuck.”

“You like playing with my slave, do you?” Master asked.

“Oh, fuck yeah! You must keep him busy.” Tim said.

“I do OK.” Master said.

“How long have you had him?” Tim asked.

“I’ve owned him for a few months now. It’s great having a cocksucker around.” Master replied. With that, they moved on to other topics: school gossip and sports. I listened but didn’t understand the names from school. After they talked for some time, Master asked Tim “So, do you want to fuck him now?”

“Fuck, yeah!” Tim responded.

“Boy.” Master snapped his fingers. I turned around on my knees. Master pointed to the middle of the floor. I crawled over and lifted my ass up. Tim stood up and began to move over behind me. As he did, Master said “You can dry fuck him if you like, that’s what I do. Or he can get you some lube.”

“Dry fuck…Fuck.” Tim responded. “I want to try that. All the dudes I’ve done want to be greased up.” Tim hit his knees behind me, and began to push the head of his cock into my asshole. My ass was still tender from the whipping he gave me, and his hands were roughly pulling my cheeks apart, hurting me more. Tim continued to push his cock into me, and I puckered to help. Tim wasn’t very gentle, and quickly ripped into my ass.

Tim began to thrust in and out. The friction was painful for me, but I didn’t cry out. “Fuck this feels great.” Tim said.

Master watched from the couch for a minute, then approached my head. I heard him undo his pants and unzip. Then he knelt before me and I automatically took his cock into my mouth. I sucked and sucked and Master moved his hips in a lazy, carefree pattern in and out. I could look up at my Master and see his eyes half closed as he watched Tim.

Tim had already cum three times, and Master not used me yet today, so Master came fairly quickly. I swallowed his cum and cleaned him up.  He left his cock in my mouth, and I gently massaged it while it deflated. Master pulled back and watched Tim fuck me.

After what seemed next to forever, Tim’s pace took on a final urgency. His last thrusts were violent and hard. He grabbed my hips and rammed my butt back and forth with passion. With a load “Ffffffuuuuuccccckkkkkk!!!!!!” Tim came in me, falling over my back to support himself. As he caught his breath, and disengaged he ordered  “Clean me off, boy!” Tim was getting into ordering me around. I humbly turned around and cleaned him off, tasting my shit on his dick. Tim also lay back, and both my Masters looked at each other.

“What to get something to eat?” Master asked conversationally of Tim. Master and Tim got dressed and left, leaving me kneeling on the floor.

To be continued …

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Max Potter

Max Potter

Max Potter discovered an interest in domination and slavery at a very early age. First reading about historical accounts of slaves, that eventually turned to an interested in the Dom/sub culture. A voracious reader, he see dominance and submission in many passages. When a friend gives up something, when a man takes a metaphorical blow for someone else. When one will is subjected to another. For his writing, he looks for the unusual situation. It could be total reluctance on the part of the sub, or innovative commands given. Always on the lookout for a novel idea, he can be contacted at his Gmail account as maxrpotter.
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