Slave For a Day - Part 2

Everyone is 18. This is fiction.

His whole body shuddered when his cock made contact with my tongue, and it quickly pulsed and ejaculated a sizable load onto my tongue. I held it in my mouth until I milked the last drop out of him, and he relaxed back down into his chair, I released his cock and it rested on his thigh. He rolled the chair back a bit and looked down at me. I opened my mouth to show him the white cum I’d had the pleasure to prepare for him, then I closed my mouth and gulped it down.

His mouth dropped open in shock, then he picked his chin up, smirked, and said “That was a good round one.”

He told me he wanted to nap, and wanted me to rub his feet the whole time. Eventually he woke up and told me to suck on his toes. I sucked the boy stank off his feet, even between his toes. It was rank, but not disgusting. He got an erection while I was doing it and told me to lick up his legs, until I got to his balls. “Suck them” he said, so I put them in my mouth one at a time and rubbed my tongue over them. They were the size of chicken eggs or a bit larger. He lifted his legs, and I could see what he wanted. I licked down further, saliva emanating from my mouth, until I reached his sweaty pink hole, which winked at me as I started to make contact with it. He grabbed the back of my head and shoved me in harder, so I could barely breathe. I stuck my tongue out and licked as hard as I could, and as deep as I could, until my tongue cramped up. I would rest for a second and then continue. He started moaning and I knew I was hitting the right spots, he moved his legs back down and grabbed my head again, shoving it down on his throat. He had really learned to be rough today—he must really enjoy having a slave.

I’d never been so brutalized in my throat before, as he pounded my head down and ignored my gagging. I was able to sneak in breaths between long periods held down on his cock, but I still felt like I would pass out soon. My drool and throat juices were covering his crotch and balls at this point, and he finally let me up.

“Lay down” he said as he got up off the couch. So I got on my back and waited for his next move. He took off his shirt and said, “No on your front, and take those off” he said, as he pointed to my shorts. I was scared of taking that big cock, but apparently our friendship had a different dynamic now, and I wanted to honor the terms of the bet. So, I took them off, and lay down on the couch, angling my throbbing cock upward toward my belly button. He looked at my toned ass and grabbed it, before spreading the cheeks and spitting right on my hole. He seemed to be in a hurry, as he quickly got on top of my and put the tip of his cock on my ass, rubbing around the saliva. He spit some more and kept rubbing it around, and slightly probing the entrance to my hole. I groaned when he made contact. It was a new feeling, and somewhat special being with a good friend, even if today he was Master.

Suddenly he popped the head in, and I yelped.

“Shut up doggy.” Was all he said as he put his muscled arm around my face to keep me quiet. I never thought I’d be in this position, but I felt weirdly safe in his arms, under his weight. He was also the stronger one between us. Just as he started to sink in a bit deeper, his mom came to the top of the basement stairs. She couldn’t see us, but she yelled down “Everything all right down there?”

“All good!” Yelled Kellan, “Just watching the game!”

“You boys and your football” she said, and we heard her walk away.

“You’re a good boy, aren’t you puppy?” He said. His breath on my ear made me shiver. Whatever this was, it felt right. I was even getting used to the big cock stretching my hole. Then he pushed deeper, and then I relaxed again. We repeated this until he rested his fat boner balls deep inside me. I started to want it, and I pushed back against him. He started to rhythmically pull out just a little bit, then push back in to the hilt. The motion made my cock rub against the couch, and with the pressure on my hole and my prostate, I could sense I would cum again very soon. I started whimpering against his arm over my mouth. He started going at me harder, really using all his weight to stretch my internal organs to fit the shape of his cock. When I finally started to cum I was a mess, my whole body shook as I made the most embarrassing noises, whimpering, grunting, groaning, sort of high pitched like a girl. 

“I can feel your hole pulsing on my cock” he said, “I like it.” 

A moment later he added “Now I’m gonna cum.” He picked up the pace and punished the fuck out of my ass. It felt good and I was hard again quickly. He used all his weight and his muscles to push me to my limits, and squeezed my head so tight in his arms, then finally I felt him pulse and start to unload in me. He kept pumping, and I felt his cum leaking out of my hole down to my balls. I was truly his good boy now.