Master John's Tales (sub #1: Chapter 4)
I woke up with a raging hard-on, pushing against little Mike’s hole. I contemplated for a moment if I wanted to start with a blowjob to ease us both into it. Fuck it, I decided to get a quickie out of him right there. I reached for an XL condom pack that was on my bedside and put one on. I put on some lube and pushed in. Surprisingly, Mike’s hole was still a little loose and my dick sled inside easily enough. My eyes rolled back - I was in heaven. I pushed in and out slowly, smoothly.
After a few such movements, I was able to push in all the way so my balls touched his hole. I then reached with one arm forward to embrace him and I began thrusting harder. That finally woke him up! He yelped and almost jolted.
“Ahh!” he called, not with pain really, but more like surprise. “Oh Sir!” he called out, breathing heavily.
“Good morning, boi,” I said, as I continued pounding his hole in a steady pace.
“Ohh, Sir!” his voice turned from surprise to pleasure.
“Do you like your Master’s thick dick, boi?” I asked.
“Yes Sir! Of course, Sir,” he said. I love your thick hard dick and your big hard muscles,” he added, as he pushed his bottom backwards and kissed my huge biceps on the hand that was holding him, almost choking him. I embraced him harder, bringer my pumped biceps to his neck, putting some pressure, but I’m not going to choke him completely. Just let him feel vulnerable, without any shred of control, as I continued to pummel his hole. Harder and faster.
As I got closer, I pulled out and flipped him to face me (we were both still on our side, as we had slept - big spoon and little spoon). I took the condom off and pushed little Mike down to take my dick into his mouth. I was ready to cum but he naturally began sucking. I felt his tongue wrapping around my dick. I did a quick jerk off, pulling on it just a couple of times, and I could feel my cum squirting into his throat. I held his head in place and commanded: "Swallow!". I watched his Adam's apple move as he swallowed my cum and I pulled out of his mouth.
We rinsed off quickly and got back to the bedroom to get dressed. We both wore blue jeans and red sneakers. He put on his tight baby blue t-shirt with the Greek letter beta printed on it in a very large font. I put on a black t-shirt with a golf collar, on which the word ALPHA was printed in large bold capital letters. The shirt hugged my pecs and biceps. Little Mike stared with his jaw open.
"What's the matter, boi?" I asked.
"Umm, I, ah, I didn't realize that my shirt would make my role as a sub so obvious in public, Sir, but now that I see your shirt, I think any stranger on the street will get it," he said, with a tone of alarm.
I couldn't help but smile. "I'm sure they will, boi," I said. "Don't worry, we're not going to do anything sexual outdoors. And it's not like I'm going to lead you on a leash. Yet..." I said.
His face turned red. "Sir?" he asked. "Aren't you embarrassed?"
"Not at all, boi," I said and pulled him closer, patting his head. "Nothing to be embarrassed about. This is my birthright and it's how it's meant to be for you too," I explained. "No one will mind and especially when you're with me, you have no reason to worry about anyone giving you a hard time. People don't fuck with a real Alpha."
"Uhh, yes Sir, if you say so," he said and hugged me. "I just don't want an embarrassment.
"Don't worry, you're safe with me. Now let's go," I said and led the way to the door.
We arrived at a posh but casual enough restaurant and were shown to our table. We sat down and examined the menu. A waiter arrived a couple of minutes later.
"I'd like to have the New York Steak, medium-rare, with steamed vegetables," I said. "And he will have the burger, medium-well, with fries."
"Very well, Sir," the waiter said. "Anything to drink with that?"
"I'll have a glass of your red house wine and he'll have your tropical cocktail."
"Excellent choices," the waiter acknowledged and headed off.
I looked at the boi as he seemed to be studying me - my face, my pumped chest, my bulging arms. Anyone could see how eager he was for me, even without the shirts that stated our roles.
Finally he spoke. "Sir, may I ask what are your plans for tonight?"
"After dinner, we're going to go to a gay bar. How do you feel about all the gays seeing you're my sub?" I asked.
"Umm, nervous, Sir," he replied.
"Nervous or excited?" I probed.
"Maybe both," he replied.
"Do you want me to share you with other guys?" I inquired.
"Sure, Sir, if it pleases you," he answered.
"It does, especially for the benefit of my friends," I said.
"Alright Sir, I serve at your pleasure," he said.
A server arrived with our dishes. "The burger?" he asked.
"For the boi," I said.
He placed the burger in front of the boi and the steak in front of me.
"Anything else I can do for you, Sir?" the server asked.
"No, thank you," I replied.
"Very well. Enjoy your meal," he said to both of us and left.
While Mike and I ate, we talked a bit about what we do and what we're into. No harm in getting a little more familiar with the sub to establish intimacy and trust. That doesn't interfere with my authority over him.
When we were done, someone came to pick up our dishes and our waiter arrived to ask us about dessert.
"Do you have any recommendations?" I asked, looking intently into the waiter's eyes.
He lowered himself to speak at eye-level, or rather, lowered himself below my eye-level, and said: "The chocolate mouse is my favorite! It's truly decadent, made of high quality dark chocolate and drizzled with passion fruit sauce.
I looked at Mike. "Would you like to share that?" I asked.
"Yes Sir, sure," he said.
"Coffee or digestif?" the waiter asked.
I looked at little Mike and he didn't seem to have an answer.
"We'll have two glasses of your dessert wine," I said.
"Coming right up, Sir," the waiter said. He rose back to his feet and headed off. A couple of minutes later, he came with a tray. He placed the wine glasses with our small servings of white dessert wine in front of us and the beautiful chocolate mouse in the middle. Then he lowered himself again and handed me a little wooden box. "This is for you, Sir, on the house. Those are pralines filled with chocolate infused with Earl Grey tea," he said.
I took the box from him and opened it, revealing two cute pralines. "Thank you, that's a good boi," I said, and placed the box at the center of the table.
"My pleasure, Sir," the waiter said. "Please let me know if there's anything else I can do for you. Enjoy your desserts," he added and took off.
We indulged in the pralines, the mousse and the sweet dessert wine. When we were done, I instructed the boi to ask for the check, while I headed to the restroom. I walked inside and the waiter entered right behind me. I walked into the larger handicap stall and he joined me. I unbuttoned my jeans and released my large dick. He got done on his knees and took it into his mouth right away.
"I'm not looking to cum. I just need to take a piss," I said. "Are you good with that?" I asked.
He nodded affirmatively, with my dick down his throat, wrapped in his tongue.
I put one hand on his head and closed my eyes, concentrating. The stream started to flow out. I went slow, to be sure he can swallow it all, and he did. I kept going for almost a minute and he gulped it all. When I was done, I pushed my dick all the way into his throat, feeling his lips on the base of my cock, as I held his head with two hands. I patted him, said "good boi" and pulled out. I buttoned my jeans and stepped out. At the table, I picked up the check and when that was settled we left for the bar, just a couple of blocks away.
We entered the bar and I sent the boi to get us a couple of beers and come find me. I spotted three buddies of mine standing around a tall table with their beers. By the time we finished exchanging the usual pleasantries, Mike was back and handed me my beer. I patted his head and placed my hand on the back of his neck.
"Guys, this is little Mike," I introduced him. "Boi, these are Masters Adam, Hung and Moe," I referred to my buddies all quite buff, muscular and tall like me, and together we were a model of diversity, Adam being Black, Hung being Asian and Moe of Arab descent.
"Nice to meet you, Sirs," Mike acknowledged and even bowed his head.
"Nice to meet you too, boi," Hung said. "How long have you guys known each other?"
"Oh, not very long," the boi responded, looking at me for confirmation.
"Just a couple of weeks," I said. "But we're spending more time together this weekend to get to know each other better."
"I see," Hung replied.
"Uhh, Sir," Mike addressed Hung again. "Is Hung really your name?"
Adam and Moe burst out laughing and Mike began to blush.
"Yes it is," Hung replied. "It's not such an uncommon name, where I come from. And it describes me well too," he added as he took Mike's hand and placed it on his crotch. Adam and Moe laughed again.
Mike didn't move. Hung moved Mike's hand into his pants, so Mike could really feel his dick. "What do you think, boi?" Hung asked.
"It's, uh, big, Sir," Mike said, seemingly trying to pull out, but Hung held his hand in place.
"Hold on to it, boi," Hung said. "It feels nice." He turned to address me, "you don't mind, John, do you?"
"Not at all, be my guest," I replied.
Apparently that was the sign Adam and Moe were waiting for. Adam grabbed Mike's ass and Moe patted his head and then pushed a finger into his mouth. Mike was surprised and wanted to say something but Moe was assertive and pushed two fingers into Mike's mouth, shutting him up. I could see Mike was in a bit of distress, so I stepped in and pulled Mike into a hug. He hugged back and I patted his head fondly. The guys backed off and we continued the conversation like Mike wasn't there.
Finally, Adam said that the dark room was about to be opened. "We should put our clothes and stuff in lockers," he said. I got one with Mike and started to undress. Mike took his shirt and jeans off but seemed to stop there.
"Go on, take your underwear off," I instructed him.
"But Sir, everyone will see my chastity cage," he complained.
"As they should," I told him. "Don't you want everyone to know you're a sub?"
He lowered his eyes and mumbled under his breath.
"What's that, boi?" I asked.
"Yes Sir," he said, unconvincingly.
"Don't worry so much," I tried to encourage him. "It will be fun!"
He went ahead and took off his underwear, revealing his chastity cage.
I guided him in the director of the dark room. We met the other guys at the entrance. Hung grabbed Mike's cage with one hand and placed Mike's hand on his own large dick. "Do you like it?"
"Ah, yes Sir," Mike said, looking at all of us naked muscular guys. He was like a kid in a candy store. He immediately got down on his knees and sucked Hung off, right there at the dark room's entrance.
"Such an eager fag! Couldn't even wait till we were inside!" Moe said, somewhere between surprised and amused.
"That's just as well," Adam said. "I can't wait to get into that little ass." He got some lube on his fingers from a dispenser on the wall and inserted two of them into Mike's hole. He pushed in and out a few times. "Hung, let's get the boi inside," he said.
We all stepped inside and I lifted Mike up on a sling. Moe strapped Mike's hands and Adam strapped his legs. While Adam put on a condom, Moe aimed his thick hairy dick into Mike's mouth. Mike's body was level enough, so his head wasn't too high for Moe to fuck. Adam started pushing his dick against Mike's hole, teasing him really. Mike was already moaning, but his moans were muffled by Moe's dick. Finally Adam pushed into his hole and started fucking in a slow steady pace, taking his time, but going deeper. He was a beast with a beautiful muscular chest. Girls and fags were all hot for him and Mike was privileged to take it from him.
"Aren't you glad you met my friends?" I asked Mike, sort of rhetorically, and he hummed with his mouth full, barely able to nod.
Adam's pace got faster and Moe was also fucking Mike's face harder. Adam pounded a few times, until he let out a roar and came. He pulled out and Moe leaned forward, with his dick still deep in Mike's throat. "Give me that," he pointed to Adam's condom. Adam pulled it off, full of cum, and handed it to Moe. Moe pulled out of Mike's mouth and said: "Leave it open and say "ahh!". Mike did as he was told and Moe emptied the content of the condom into Mike's mouth. Moe tapped on Mike's chin to close his mouth and commanded: "Swallow!". Mike did as he was told and I took Moe's place to feed Mike's moist mouth, while Moe took Adam's place behind Mike's hole. He put on a condom and fucked rapidly right away. I could feel Mike sucking on my dick with passion, like it was such a tasty lolly pop. Within no time, Moe called out, "take it, bitch!" as he pounded into little Mike.
Moe pulled out and asked me: "May I?".
"Sure," I replied. I pulled my dick out of Mike's mouth and he kept it open until Moe poured the content of his condom into Mike's mouth. Mike swallowed and I continued feeding him my dick. Hung took Moe's place, ready to fuck, and pushed right in. His dick was long and thick and he started with slow thrusts, but he went deeper and deeper. He leaned forward, laying his huge chest on little Mike's while he continued fucking him. He kissed Mike's lips and my dick, as it went into Mike's mouth. I patted both their heads, and Hung added his tongue, so my dick was getting licked from all sides as I continued to fuck Mike's mouth and Hung pounded Mike harder and harder, which made Mike moan louder, as a helpless bitch in heat.
I was getting close. I could feel the orgasm cumming till finally I shot into Mike's mouth. As I pulled out, Hung got a bit of it on his lips too, as he sucked on the tip of my dick. He then took my entire dick into his mouth and moaned as he came too.
"Wow! Thank you Sirs!" Mike said, smiling from ear to ear, as we released him from the sling.
"I'm glad you enjoyed!" I said and patted his head. "You were a very good boi!"
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