A Journey Into Submission
Voluntary Enslavement

The Facility

By: Dawson Spear
(© 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 2

From Dr. Tom's point of view.

Dr. Black said,  "Chris I want you to give a history to Dr. Tom so that John, here, may write the history up."

"Well, Dr. Tom, Charles and I first got together a couple of months ago.  It was short and brief.  At the time I had never had a homosexual thought much less had any homosexual activity.  I rejected him and his advances; we met again when we were at the same party; when I saw him the second time it was all she wrote; we made love that night and have not been apart since.  He has slept here with me; have you seen him?"

"Yes.  He is very handsome."

"Yeah, but can you imagine a small white Georgia State Patrolman and a black convicted felon?  I was supposed to out myself day before yesterday but we ended up here."

"What was it that happened?"

"Well we made love, went to sleep and I woke up real early on Monday morning and was in so much pain that Charles took me to the ER and there we met Dr. Black.  He is really something.  Doctor, I really appreciate your looking after me."

"You're more than welcome.  Y'all continue and just pretend that I am not here; any slave gossip you tell is covered by the doctor/patient confidence."

"Doctor, what was his ailment?"

"Well he complained of pain in the groin.  We were able to narrow down the problem to the base of his penis.  When I attempted to insert a catheter the tube passage way was blocked; I could not get the scope into him either.  I determined that he had to have surgery.  I realized from the history that Chris was going to have recurring problems because of the size of the shaft of his penis.  The way he was constructed his penis would not lay flat on his stomach, and when he was face down on the bed or face to face with his partner his penis simply was pushed back into his body, resulting in the tube being bent and crimped.  Had we surgically replaced it the same thing would happen.  Therefore the only solutions were he had to make love and sleep on his side only or to have his penis surgically removed."

"I assume that the decision was voluntarily made?"

"Oh, yes.  His partner indicated that he would make the adjustment to side position, but Chris said that he had wanted, all of his life, to be able to sleep with his partner on top of him; be face-down on the bed encircled by his lover and his penis inserted in his rectum."

"Why the smile, Dawson?"

"Well, Chris, my partner and I have known each other for more than forty years that we can remember.  I was married for twenty-six years when my wife was killed in an automobile accident about four months ago.  Massa and I were in school together, roommates in college together, and he was best man in our wedding.  Since my wife's death we have not been apart until last night.  I bet we sleep in the same position as you; your master's cock sunk all the way in you."

"Yeah, that is right."

"I really have not slept well while I have been here, because Massa was not with me, although Massa Steve tried to comfort me."

"I know what you mean.  Who are Massa and Massa Steve?"

"Chris, I am a slave, just like you.  I voluntarily enslaved myself and while I am a slave and these gentlemen, including Dr. Black, are free men, they by default are masters.  'Master', to me gives the connotation of being unfriendly, cold and formal.  In the south we have always referred to a person of authority that we highly respected as 'Massa' and then that person's first name.  So in the case of slave trainer, Steve Wilcox, he taught me advanced cock-sucking, deep-throating and slave etiquette.  Afterward, I spent the night with him on a dog palette until he let me sleep in the bed as I do with Massa, except he did not have his cock in me."

"Well who is Massa?"

"There can only be one person in a slave's life who is called Massa and that is the slave's master; that is, assuming the slave holds the master in the required high regard."

"That is neat.  I like that.  Do you mind if I do the same?"

"Not at all."  So tell me, are you and Master Charles on good terms and your relationship solid?"

"For five days, yes.  You won't believe how he has worried over me and about me.  He really tried to talk me out of having the surgery, but he realized how much it means to me to sleep within his control and that was the end of that."

"So tell me about your enslavement."

"Well, we first met in the courthouse and then my supervisor told me to do something I should not have done.  It was a racist thing to try and get 'back' at Charles, because the authorities terminated his probation early.  You won't believe this guy; he is a black convicted felon who killed a man while driving drunk.  Hasn't taken a drink since and is helping support the man's family.  No one knows he is doing it; he is doing it because it is the right thing to do."

"As I said, I have known Massa all my life; we messed around experimenting when we were teenagers but, hell, I was married for twenty-five years and have two kids; I never had a gay thought until after my wife was killed.  Now I find myself deep-throating cocks and wanting Massa's cock in me at night time so I can sleep."

"I know what you mean; a week ago I was a Georgia State Patrolman; now I lie here recovering from having my dick cut off so I can sleep on my belly with my black master's cock in me."

"Between you and me, they are control freaks, aren't they?"

"Tell me.  Charles made me go in and tell the bank manager that I wanted my accounts closed and everything given over to Charles.  I did it and I swear he got a hard on.  In fact when we got home from running errands including going by the bank, he fucked me in the front hall of the apartment.  He could not even wait until we got to the bed.  He said I had the smell of sex on me and it was driving him crazy."

"If you don't mind my prying, how are you going to go to the bathroom and for that matter what are you going to do for an orgasm?"

"Well … and Dr. Black, if you don't mind, if I misstate it, please correct me … from now on I will have to sit to pee."

"Me, too, even though I still have my cock."

"Yeah, so I see; and as far as how I will have an ejaculation is between stimulation of my prostate and massaging my taint.  But tell me the story of your cock and your nuts."

"Well, my scrotum was very short; that is that when fully extended my scrotal sack only hung down two inches; Massa wants it twelve inches so I wear four pounds of weights to stretch them and as far as the cock goes, Massa wants it to be ten inches soft so that means one pound of weights until it stretches two more inches and then the weight will increase.  As you can see he had me pierced, and I am not allowed to have an ejaculation except at his command and my orgasms are fluid free.  He milks my prostate."

"That is the pits."

"Not really. I am much more focused than I used to be, and my orgasms are mental.  Have you ever had a dry orgasm because it was before you could sperm or because you have nutted to the point there was no more left?"

"Well it is like that." 

"Chris, do you have any regrets over your surgery or your relationship?"

"None."

"Slave, Dr. Black, if you don't mind, I need to change the dressing and to do some nursing things, if you could excuse us," said John the nurse.

From Dr. Joe Black's point of view.

I am so confused.  I have finally admitted to myself that I am gay; I am sure that I have known it for some time, but seeing how content and satisfied William and Chris are, I would like to have that security as well.  I would like to spend some time alone with William to listen to him and his insight; he is an educated person; a professional and yet some people would say that he has given it all up for this crazy idea of being a slave.  Well, if he is as confident and balanced as he seems, then I want some of the same thing. "William do you have some time that we could just talk?  And by the way, at least while it is just the two of us, will you please call me Joe?"

"Dr. Black I do not mean any disrespect to you, and if you insist then as a free man you have the prerogative to require that I call you by your first name, but I have to tell you that it makes me uncomfortable.  As to time I would love to spend some time talking with you; let me check with Massa and see what he wants me to do.  I will call you on the house phone in your room, if that is acceptable."

"Yes, that is fine; my extension is 111."

I really want to find out why William is as happy, content and satisfied with life.  It has to be the absolute opposite of what the world would think of a slave's life.  I have to also admit I am horny, and seeing Steve naked for most of yesterday afternoon did not help.  That guy is one well put together hunk of man flesh.  I wonder what he looks like totally naked, and his personality away from the 'office'?

From Slave William's point of view.

I like Dr. Black more each time I am around him.  I hope that he does not mind my refusal to call him by his first name.  If I think about it, maybe I can express myself to him about my feelings.  I opened the door to our room which I had not seen before, and realized that it was the same basic layout as Massa Steve's, just a little bit smaller.  Massa was stretched out on the sofa asleep, but my opening the door woke him.  He was not upset and smiled at me.  I all but ran over to him, falling to my knees at the edge of the sofa; he took me in his arms and I put mine around him as we kissed.

I was so glad to see William; I felt that we had been apart for weeks rather than thirty hours; I pulled him to me and at first just kissed him with my mouth closed.  Slowly my lips opened just enough to let the tip of my tongue escape as I pulled my face away from his so that I could lick his lips.  Then the tongue wormed its way into his mouth to be met by his tongue for the battle of trading spit.  He was passive as he knew I appreciated and followed the lead set by my tongue with his following.  After several minutes of kissing our heads were side by side, ear to ear, just holding each other, feeling each other and simmering in the smell inherent to each of us.  I realized that he was crying.

"William what is the matter?"

"Nothing Massa. I am just so glad to be held by you; to be kissed by you; I am so dependent upon your smell; your touch; your look.  I become so stressed when I am not with you."

One of the most important things that I have picked up on in my training came about not from what one of the masters taught me, because they are all just that, masters – tops and none are slaves or bottoms; and that it the delicate art of getting your master to do what the slave wants done or to be allowed to do.  Men are so dumb; women have been manipulating men for centuries so why shouldn't slaves?  Massa was wearing shorts, no shoes, a jock and a tee shirt.  I slowly ran my hand up his hairy leg; stroking the hairs and not the skin.  When my hand got to his jock I ran my fingers over the material, turned them and from the inside seductively pulled his shorts off; I met no resistance.  With the lower portion of his body was naked, I continued to just let my hands stroke the hair on this legs and thighs, consistently keeping my fingers and palms from rubbing his skin, just floating over the hair.  I was mesmerized by his smell; he had a strong odor of musk, sweet sweat, pee and physical man.

When my hands reached the fabric of the jock, they continued northward until I reached the straps and I slowly pulled the jock down, his cock hard and glad to be freed of its imprisonment; you could almost hear his cum-filled balls drop down from the pouch that had held them captive.  When the jock had been removed I put it in my mouth and allowed myself the pleasure of continuing the sniffing and tasting, while my hands took the hem of the t-shirt and lifted it up.  There was my man in all of his glory; his hairy arm pits, fuzzy stomach leading down to the dense pubic bush; his cock was standing at this point all seven or so inches uncut with just the slit and a little of the purple head peeking out; his nuts heavy and full; Massa had his eyes closed and a small smile on his lips.

I put my mouth and nose in his arms pits; sniffing and licking them one at a time.  He tasted of manly sweat, salt and musk that mark a man.  I rubbed my face in his essence from ear to ear and forehead to chin.

I ran my hands up and down his legs, spreading them apart; feeling the inside of his thighs, my fingers gently lifting his sack so that I could get my tongue to his taint and beyond where I took the hair around his pucker and sucked on it; carefully taking some in my teeth and pulling it taut causing a moan.  I let one hand slide up towards his breasts, stroking him and pulling on his nipples and then rolling them in my fingers.  In the meantime my tongue, wet with my saliva traced long licks up the inside of his thighs to the bottom of his sack; I took each lobe in my mouth individually, rolling each around, tightening my bite so as to pull his sack.  When I had finished with the second testicle I licked my way around the shaft and head of his cock up his sides until I got to his arm pit where again I slathered the dense hair taking in his salty residue and pure man smell.  I continued to lick my way to his ear which I bathed before returning down towards his crotch.

'Oh fuck, if this bitch does not take my cock in its mouth and suck me dry and I am going to beat him.'  I finally said to him, my eyes still closed, "Please take my cock in your mouth and then throat; show me what you have learned."

"Yes Massa, all in good time."
 

'The little bitch has no intention of sucking me off; he is back licking my taint, sucking on the hair around my asshole, biting and pulling on my nuts and not once has he touched or licked my cock.'  I could take no more; the first volley of cum shot out of the head of my dick just as my eyes flew open and must have gone 3 feet in the air before losing the battle to gravity and falling back on my stomach; as it started its downward journey the second volley exploded not reaching the same altitude followed by the third and fourth; I calmed down enough to see that William was kneeling there watching the head of my cock; seeing the lips spread open to allow the globs of sperm to eject and close enough to hear the splatter of the cum strike my belly.  After about the fourth volley, the sperm stopped ejaculating with any force and started to simply flow out of the head and down the shaft as lava would from a volcano.  At that point William's mouth opened and as fast as a trout can strike a fly he gobbled up the flowing cum, sucking on the head until it was dry, pushing his tongue into the recesses of my foreskin to clean me up.  His timing was perfect as just as he finished, my cock went into the post orgasmic sensitive stage; he stopped feasting on my cock and its fruit and started licking up the splattered sperm on my belly.  By the time he was done, my cock had lost its sensitivity and so he took it back in his mouth and just knelt there sucking on it.  Never once did he touch my cock with anything but his lips and tongue; simply amazing; without a doubt the best orgasm of my life, bar none.

From Slave William's point of view.

 Damn I needed that fix from my Massa's body.  He is so fine; so strong; viral; masculine; smart and loving; I will never get enough of him.  I still can't believe that I was married for as long as I was, having two children but the sex is better with him than at any time in my life.  He had opened his eyes as he was climaxing and then closed them again.  I took off my jock and shirt before climbing up on him and nuzzling my way into the crook of his neck.  "Massa I love you so much.  I missed you last night; you will never know just how much."

"Yeah, I heard all about it; you whined sufficiently that Steve took you into his bed and let you snuggle in his embrace.  I think that you need some punishment for that trick."

"It was only because you weren't there.  Nothing happened I promise."

"Sure. You get in the bed with some young stud who is just a little older than your first born and snuggle up with him.  You are certainly due some punishment.  At that point he started to tickle me.  He wrapped his legs around my waist so I could not get up and then he put his arms around me.  I was trapped and he was tickling me, causing me to laugh hysterically to the point that I rolled off the sofa onto the floor taking Massa with me with me ending up on the bottom, face down.  He never let up from his tickling." 

Finally I could take no more and said, "I give; no more; please, no more."

"You know how to give.  Do it properly."

I stopped moving; I spread my legs as wide open as possible and lifted my hips off the floor giving him access to my cock and balls.  He got up on his knees between my legs and I could feel his cock was hard once again.  Holding onto my junk he stabbed at my anus until the head of his cock found my rosebud and it then sank down into my depths.  He fucked me slowly but with force.  At one point he stood up, his cock still embedded in me, pulling me to my feet and we walked cock in pussy to the bed where he finished the coupling.  As he shuddered his expulsion of cum deep within me he bit down on my ear and whispered, don't you ever sleep in another man's bed again."

From TJ Wright's point of view.

I wanted him so badly.  I needed him; my nuts simply hurt.  I had not realized it but we had not spent a night apart since Emily had died.  He came in as I was watching something on the television; what did not matter.  You simply cannot imagine just how hot it is to lie there and have someone, any someone, much less the someone that you want to spend the rest of your life with, make love to you without touching you with their hands.  That little bitch plainly put had overwhelmed me.

It did not matter; after that performance he could have anything he wanted.  We fell asleep for some time and then slowly woke up in each other's arms.  He kissed me and started to cry.  I was upset that he was crying, and asked him the issue; "what is the problem sweet heart?"

"Nothing.  I just missed you so much last night.  I swear I did not do anything with
Massa Steve that was not part of the training."

"I know that.  I don't have any problems with Steve.  In fact I think that he really did a good job. Dr. Tom is lucky to have him."

"I agree with you.  I have to tell you, without him I would never have made it through the training ordeal.  You may not have known it but he patted my face as y'all were trying to teach me how to deep throat; he said comforting words to me."

"Massa?"

"Yeah."

"When Massa Steve was teaching me the various signals that a slave has to learn about kneeling, sucking and fucking he said something I don't understand."

"What?"

"He said that any of the free men here at the facility had the authority to signal me with the appropriate hand signal and I am supposed to suck their cocks until they cum; swallow their cum; or, spread my legs and let them fuck me.  And he said that you knew and had granted your permission."

By this time William was crying.

"Why are you crying?"

"I thought that you loved me.  I thought that it was just going to be the two of us.  Your letting them fuck me or making me suck them is like making me a whore."

"William, what are you?"

"A slave."

"If you are a slave, why are we having this conversation?  What does a slave do?  Why does a Master own a slave?"

"A slave does what it is told to do and is here for its Master's pleasure."

"I know what is best for you.  I know what you need.  When a freeman who is associated with this facility makes the appropriate signal or tells you to do something, you do it without any attitude or sulking."

"Yes, Massa."

"Alright; now tonight we are going to the nightclub about 9."

"Who would go?"

"Well anyone who wants to, but I figured on us, Steve, Richard, Bob, Joe and Tom; I would guess that John has to stay with Chris, and Charles may or may not want to go."

"What do you want me to wear?"

"I will put it out on the bed."

"I went down and spent some time with Chris this afternoon as Massa Doc asked me.  Dr. Black asked if I could spend some time with him.  Do you have a problem with that?"

No.  Go ahead and call him and y'all get together; I am going to watch the Golf Channel."

From Dr. Black's point of view.

William came to my room giving me the chance to explore his mind-set and to find the answers to some questions that had been rattling around in my brain.  "William I really don't know if I understand why you have this problem with calling me Joe, or for that matter Dr. Taylor Tom.  Would you explain it to me?"

"Certainly, Massa Joe.  I have discovered in the last several days that the details of my personality are such that I really am insecure in the sense that I need to be told what to do, when to do it and how to do it.  For example, before I came to see you this afternoon I asked Massa for permission.  Had he not been there, I would have rationalized it so that I would have come anyway but there would have been a part of me that was uncomfortable and ill at ease.  As for the part about calling a free man by his first name, a slave is not equal to a free person; we don't have the same rights including the right of how we refer to a free person.  For example if Massa Doc had a maid or a butler no one would expect or allow that maid or butler to call him by his first name; in my law practice I would not refer to a client by his first name or my staff to call the client by the first name until invited to do so.  That invitation would come from a free person to a free person; I am not a free person so I don't have that right and I am uncomfortable doing so; of course if Massa Doc or Massa told me 'William refer to me as Tom or TJ' I would do so because I was given a direct instruction to do so and as a slave it is my duty to do as I am told."

"Do you mind if I ask a personal question?"

"No, Sir."

"When you are intimate with TJ, what do you call him?"

As I asked the question William's face turned a bright red and I had to follow up smiling, "You just finished making love to him didn't you; what did you call him?"

"I called him Massa and yes we did; Lord I love him so much; I had not realized that we have not spent a night apart since my wife died."

"Do you not get hard and ejaculate?"

"Not any more.  Every now and then I have to ask for my cock cage, and no, I do not ejaculate like I use to.  Massa keeps my prostate milked and when making love, my orgasm is mental and very satisfying.  I came this afternoon."

"Why are you wearing that piece of metal on your scrotum?"

"It is a weight that is causing my scrotal sack to stretch. I really forget it is there except for the dull ach in my balls."

"That was some ordeal you went through this morning when you gave up your safe word."

"Yes it was, and I have been thinking about it.  I am going to suggest to Massa Doc that all slaves should go through that sort of reconditioning quarterly.  While I am not a Catholic, it could be likened to confession or a purging of the soul."

"What do you think of Steve?  You made some reference to him earlier; what did you mean?"

"I think that Massa Steve is hot; he is a really warm and caring person who is very good at his job.  He is there to train the slave; he is going to do his job and, as you can tell, it is a brutal training, but he humanizes the brutality.  It is hard for a free person to imagine going through the training and education of how to deep throat a really big cock, but it is the essence of submission.  Thanks to the way that Massa Steve does the training, it is a lesson I enjoy carrying out and I am a much better slave, not because I can deep throat a cock, but because I have learned another facet of cock-sucking.  When you suck a man's cock, take his sperm into your mouth, swish it around so that you get its full flavor and taste, bite it so that you appreciate its texture, it is certainly one of the two most demonstrative acts of submission one man can make to another."

"You really don't consider being a slave a demeaning or degrading existence, do you?"

"No, Massa Black, I don't, in the same way that I did not consider representing a criminal a demeaning job.  I am educated as an attorney and have worked at it by profession; having been through the slave training I have now been educated as a slave and am working at it to make it my profession."

"What would you do if your TJ walked into the room and said, 'Suck Joe's cock'?"

"Open my mouth."

We both laughed and then there was a silence with me just staring at William.  I decided to entrust him with some information and confidences.  "William, the reason that I have been asking you all of these questions is that I am wondering if I should ask Tom if he would allow me to become a slave.  I am impressed by, and envious of, your comfort and security which are exhibited by your confidence.  My only problem is that I don't have a master."

"I bet that Massa Doc can take care of that.  You would be a great slave.  You might have to move.  Would that be a problem?"

"Not at all.  I am at the end of my residency program and have sent out a bunch of resumes.  I would expect to have some supplies when I get back home, which, now that I think about it, I have to get back to my job tomorrow."

"Massa told me that we are going out tonight to some club.  From what he said, there are several people going and I am sure that you would be welcome to come with us.  Would you like to come?"

"Certainly."

From Trainer Steve Wilcox's point of view.

I was looking forward to a night out with TJ, his slave William, Dr. Taylor and Richard and Bob (the other two trainers that are a couple); I only wish that Dr. Black could come but I think that he may be having to stay in to look after the slave that had his cock removed, Chris, and Chris' Master Charles.  It may be possible that John, Dr. Tom's slave, can nurse him and call us if necessary.  We are going across the street from the slave training facility; it is nice as it is a gay friendly club with upper class persons; in other words, no fighting or out of the normal behavior patterns.  Dr. Taylor is a major investor in the club, which seems to be doing very well.  The doctor is a silent partner in the venture, which allows the gay community somewhere to go for dancing, stage entertainment and permits guys to behave in a manner that would not be welcomed in a straight place.

I think that this Dr. Black that came with Chris and Charles, and who assisted Dr. Taylor during the penal removal and re-sectioning of his urethra tube, is hot.  He apparently knows Dr. Taylor well and, in fact, either served as an intern or in some other position under Dr. Taylor.  His first name is Joe; he is about thirty; about six feet tall, and weighting about 180 pounds; he is slim; as in a runner or swimmer; not bulky like me from playing football or weight lifting.  He has dark hair that covers his arms, but does not have a five o'clock shadow or dense beard; chest hair sticks up through his shirt neck opening, so he is easy on the eyes.

I have been on the lookout for a guy to connect with for several months, but at this point, I don't think it will happen.  There are just so many things going against me.  First, I had to find a guy who could take my twelve inch cock both anally and orally; they are not easy to find.  Second, the guy had to be a man; I was not looking for any girly guy.  Third the guy had to be a professional; I know I am only an RN and an advanced trauma technician, but I am still a professional. Fourth, I have a second job as a trainer of slaves; I primarily teach slaves how to suck cocks, deep-throat cocks and I do some anal training. Fifth, I am not versatile; I fuck, I don't get fucked.  I do suck cock and enjoy doing it and eating the guy's nut.  The other problem is that with a cock that is twelve inches, thick shafted and topped off by a head that is blunt more like a battering ram than the pointed head found on most cocks.  It takes time to find someone who is willing to do more than just look at it.

The other two trainers here at Dr. Taylor's facility are Richard and Bob; they are a couple and have been since high school; they fuck each other so neither is exclusively a top nor a bottom.  I don't understand their sexual relationship but then I am not a part of it.  They are happy and have started the process of adopting.  I think that the slave, William, is an attorney and may be able to help them.  Apparently they have engaged a female to be the mother and the two of them beat off, the sperm was mixed and then the egg fertilized.  I know that one male sperm can fertilize one egg which if it splits the result is identical twins; but what happens if there are two males sperms to one egg?

I really would like to get to know Dr. Black better.  Maybe he will come to the club tonight.

From Joe Black's point of view.

Well, Chris is doing well, and John, the nurse, and Charles are staying with him; because the club is across the street from the training facility, I am going with the crowd of Dr. Taylor, TJ and William, Richard and Bob, and Steve.  I hope that I can spend some time with Steve.  I have not been to the club before but from what I understand as the evening gets later the crowd becomes more risqué.  We are all governed by Dr. Taylor's hard and fast rule that we are not allowed to have any type of relationship with someone who has not been tested.  I had lost my nervousness about going to the club with Steve, and in fact, I was looking forward to the dancing and social gathering.

We arrived and Dr. Taylor has his 'friend' whom I have heard about but never met.  I am placed next to slave William on one side and Steve on the other side. We make the usual conversation until the band started playing and I saw several guys getting up to dance. I sat back for a while and just watched the guys around the room, talking, hugging, dancing and laughing. Some were being quite forward and erotic in their touching. It seemed so natural that it didn't bother me at all. I danced a lot with Steve. I love to dance, especially shag music and slow songs; I don't look at dancing as some gymnastic exercise or physical fitness course. 

TJ put out his hand to William and the two of them walked out onto the dance floor; William had a pair of leather pants on that seem strange in the back but I didn't get a good view; TJ took him in his arms, pulled him up tight and put his other hand on his ass.  He proceeded to take off William's t shirt.  The music turned slow and TJ turned him around and grabbed him from behind with his hands on his hips and stomach and they started to dance slowly together. He ran his hands up and down Williams legs, and allowed his  hands to go down the outside of his legs, cross over at the knee and come up the inside until his hands reached the crease in his thighs and then up the crease to his breasts.  At that point his hands pulled William roughly back onto TJ's cock.  It was plain that TJ was rock hard before he started rubbing his cock into William's ass;  with William's front totally exposed it was easy to see William's cock hanging down his leg with the PA in the head.  They continued to dance.

I was looking out at the dance floor when Steve asked me if I would like to dance. I accepted his left hand with my right and I realized that he had taken the dominate role, which when I thought about it accepted with ease; I let him lead me as we talked; where we came from, went to school, family, how we got to know Dr. Taylor and other personal background information.  We are about the same age, same height but with different builds.  Steve is hard as nails but he is bulky and I am lean; when we talked I would lean back with my shoulders so that I could look him in the eyes because he held me tightly to his body as we moved; frankly it was very sensual as our crotches were touching and rubbing up against each other.  I almost instantly sprang a boner and was very embarrassed by it; I mean I had only met this guy two days ago and it was our first dance on what was not even a date. 

I pulled my hips back from his but left my shoulders touching him; I said nothing but I know he was aware of my arousal.  He dropped his right arm from being in the middle of my back, holding me to him and pulled me back up against his waist.  I was still hard and said, "I apologize; I guess I am just excited," as I tried to pull my hips back from his.

"There is no need to apologize.  Frankly it is flattering to me and besides I like it.  Finally, move your hips a little to your left."

I did and I could feel his giant erection.  I rubbed myself up against it and put my head back on his shoulder.  We continued to dance like that for some time before stopping and going back to the table.  It was obvious that TJ and William were having a good time.  Towards the end of the evening, TJ took William who was at this point barefoot and shirtless, out on the floor to dance to a slow but seductive song; he let William lead the way and when they got to the dance floor he pulled William to him, put both hands around him, one on his neck and the other on his ass.  They danced that way for a short while when TJ separated them from each other, turned William around and came up behind him, placing his two hands around William, one ending up on William's stomach and the other on his breasts.  The entire movement was very sexual and caused the rest of us to get up and join them on the floor.  Steve had me in a tight hold, his tongue in my ear and me moaning.  Suddenly he said, "Well, I'll be damned."

TJ was running his hands up and down William's legs, never touching his genitals.  I saw him pull his hips back from William's ass cheeks, reach down and unbutton two buttons on William's pants, which caused a flap to drop exposing William's crack.  Instantly his cock appeared and sank down into William's rectum.  They continued slow dancing and fucking right there in front of everyone.  TJ ran his fingers up and down William's legs, stoking him, teasing his feelings;  letting his hands rise up his belly till they got to his breasts, where he cupped the pec muscles, gently pulling, squeezing them; he twisted the jewelry.  William was in a different world; he was totally unaware of where he was or what he was doing.  He leaned back into his master's chest, moaning, rubbing the cheeks of his ass against TJ's cock; his legs were spread making him open and available to TJ.  William was fucking himself on TJ's cock.  It was plain when TJ nutted, I am not sure what you call William's type of orgasm, but it was also obvious to all that he had just had one.  As the song started its ending, TJ turned him around, pulled out and buttoned him up.

You could tell that TJ and William were sexually satiated.  William had his slave collar on; no shirt; pierced breasts exposed.  When TJ and he returned to the table, TJ snapped his fingers, pointed at the floor and William sank to his knees beside TJ's chair.  TJ pulled his chair closer to the table touching William on the cheek and made some movement with his hand.  William never batted an eye, but unzipped TJ's pants, took out his cock and started sucking him in front of everyone.  I was very impressed as TJ carried on a conversation for about five minutes when he pulled William off him, tucked himself back and lifted William on to his lap.  It was plain that TJ was testing William and it was plainer that William had passed his test.  It was obvious that TJ was going to have to earn his keep tonight as he had a slave that needed further breeding.

To be continued...

Posted: 05/18/12