Submitting to Master Macho: Chapter 5

After spending the morning shopping for women's clothes with Master Juan, and then submitting to the water delivery guy and cousin Mario, it was early afternoon. Master Juan said I could use the remaining time for my work, but that really didn't leave me a lot of time. I'll have to ask him to leave me more time tomorrow. For now, all I could do was catch up on some emails and start a couple of tasks to work on tomorrow.

I needed to stop early in order to douche again for Master Juan before he got home from the office. Who knows what he has planned for me, and even though I had douched earlier for cousin Mario, I wouldn't count on it to last. Definitely not enough for getting fucked again tonight. I should get on a consistent fiber regimen so that douching will take less time, because it looks like I'll be bottoming a lot for Master Juan, Master Macho, and their friends over the next couple of weeks.

Thankfully it didn't take me too long, especially as Master Juan came home a little early.

When he entered the house, I walked over to greet him, wearing only my chastity cage and new black panties. Before I could say anything or make any gesture, he pointed to the floor in front of him. I got on my knees right there. He tapped the toe of his shoe to the floor, and I took that as a signal to kiss his shoes. I kissed them both, and then sat up.

"Good girl," he said, and caressed the top of my head. "Did you have a good day, sissy?"

"Yes Sir," I replied. "I didn't get to do much work, but I did everything your cousin wanted and I took care of the tip for the delivery guy."

Master Juan chuckled. "You don't need to speak in code, sissy," he said. "You could just say you put out for the delivery guy. Master Macho sure knows how to find you bitches. Anyway, you'll have more service to provide this evening. We're going to go out for a short happy hour in a few minutes. I'm going to go pick out your clothes and then I'll freshen up quickly and we should go, so we don't miss the happy hour. Some of my buddies will be there, so it will be fun, and afterwards we can have dinner at home. You don't want to get full before you're stuffed," he chuckled again, amused by his own joke.

"Yes Sir," I acknowledged and followed him to my bedroom.

Again, he went through my kinky clothes packing cube, rather than my regular shirts. He picked a black string tank top that said "fuck me." Normally I'd only wear it when going to a cruising bar. I was hoping that was where he wanted me to wear it. Except I really don't think it's appropriate to wear it on the street on the way there.

"May I at least wear something over it, on the way to and from anywhere kinky, Sir?" I pleaded.

"There's no need for that," Master Juan asserted. "We're taking an Uber to and from the bar. Afterwards we'll head back home. And I didn't say anything about going anywhere kinky. We're going to a regular gay bar that serves drinks and some food. But that's why I'm putting you in pretty standard attire, apart from keeping you locked and in panties under your shorts. Though I want you to wear one of your very short gym shorts. I'm not giving you a kinky look, just a slutty one."

"Oh," I said, not sure how reassured I should be about that.

"I sense you're a little stressed," he said, putting his hand on my shoulder and pushing me down lightly. I got on my knees and he unzipped his fly, pulling out his large thick cock.

I instinctively opened my mouth and he pushed his cock inside and all the way into my throat. He kept it there and I breathed slowly through my nose, while he continued speaking. "This should help you relax and remember your role," he said. "You're a hungry cocksucking slut," he continued, as his cock was getting a little harder inside my throat. "You shouldn't want to hide it. You don't need to. I'm giving you a way to show everyone that you're horny and want to get fucked. You'll be so popular thanks to me," he said, and pulled his dick out of my mouth. "Now what do you say?"

"Thank you, Sir," I replied, catching my breath.

"You're welcome, sissy," he said. "Now get dressed while I go freshen up too, and we'll leave in a few minutes." With that, he walked out of my bedroom.

I put on my very short black shorts over my black panties and then I put on my black "fuck me" tank top. I was also allowed to wear red loafers with no-show socks, rather than the high heels. I stepped out of the room and waited for him in the living room in nervous anticipation.

He came down the stairs looking like a million dollars. He was wearing a black suit, which kind of made me feel good, like I'm his matching little spoon in my short black slutty attire. Under his fashionable black jacket, a bold blue dress shirt had two buttons open below his collar, revealing his smooth upper chest, and the beginning of the crack between his defined pecs.

As he came closer, I realized that he was going commando. I just can't get over the confidence and boldness of these Mexican machos. My jaw dropped instinctively but I closed it right away as I could feel myself salivating. My desire for him didn't go unnoticed. He smiled at me and pointed to the foot of the stairs.

I walked over and got on my knees. He caressed my head and pushed it into his crotch. He was definitely not wearing underwear. I could feel his meaty dick through the soft fabric and I kissed it.

"Don't worry sissy," he said. "You'll get plenty more of this. From me and from others. Let's go."

I got to my feet and followed him out of the house. A car was waiting outside.

He opened the passenger door for me and I got in. He closed the door and then entered on the other side. As he sat down, he put his large hand on my inner thigh.

The driver stared at me through the mirror and I couldn't tell if he was incredulous or horny. He told us the name of the bar, to verify he got the right destination. Master Juan confirmed. "That's a decent bar, no?" the driver asked Master Juan.

"Yes, it's a little posh," Master Juan replied. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, I just noticed what the fag was wearing," or rather, he called me maricón in Spanish.

"Oh yeah, I'm class, she's trash," Master Juan said jokingly in English, to be sure I got it, then winked at me. "Isn't that right, sissy?" he asked, but I didn't say anything, taking it as a rhetorical question. "Huh sissy?" he shook my leg a bit.

"Yes Sir," I reluctantly replied.

"How nice," the driver said, with a sparkle in his eyes.

"Could you please turn up the music?" Master Juan said, and I thought I could kiss him for saving me from more of whatever that conversation was. For the rest of our short ride, Master Juan and I were busy with our phones. When we got to the bar and we both got out of the car, he took my hand and walked with me to the door.

I was definitely underdressed for this posh gay bar. Not that everyone was wearing a suit like Master Juan. That was still rare. But many guys wore dress shirts and there were also more polo shirts than t-shirts. Certainly no short gym shorts like mine. But it wasn't my choice. He knew where he was taking me and he wanted me to stand out and draw attention.

He walked us toward a tall table and parked us there. A couple of guys came over right away. Master Juan introduced me to them, saying "She's my new bitch." Turning to me, he said "to you, these are Master Carlos and Master Rodrigo."

"Nice to meet you, Sirs," I said. Master Carlos was tall like Master Juan, about 6'4" of solid muscle. Master Rodrigo was much shorter but still a couple of inches taller than me and also very buff.

"Do you like Mexican dick?" Master Rodrigo asked, as he grabbed my hand and put it on his thick bulge.

"What do you think she's been getting all day?" Master Juan said, amused.

"Hey, I'm just making conversation," Master Rodrigo said, defensively.

"It's all good, don't worry," Master Juan said. "You take care of our drinks and she'll take care of you."

"That works for me," Master Rodrigo said, and I noticed his flashy watch just then, in addition to his elegant suit. "Let's get started, a waiter will come by shortly," he said, and he pulled me closer to him. He hugged me and kissed me right away, his tongue penetrating my mouth. His body felt so big and his biceps were huge. I was glad to submit to his tongue, plunging into my mouth while he held me and grabbed my ass.

Then he pushed me down and I got on my knees in front of him. He pulled his thick dick out and I took it into my mouth. It was short, but it filled my mouth, and I could feel it getting hard by the second, especially as he held my head with two hands and assertively pumped my mouth. I held on to his large muscular thighs, honored to be fed by this short muscular man.

At some point he stopped, and just held his dick deep inside my mouth, holding my head close, so my lips were at his pubes. I hugged his legs and swirled my tongue a bit around his thick cock. He caressed my head slowly, seemingly to signal me to relax, and I stopped, and let myself just enjoy this position, serving as a vessel, a container for his cock. He kept me there for another good minute and then released me from his cock. He pulled me up just as the waiter arrived with our drinks. "And here's the fruity cocktail for the slut," he said, as he put the last of the drinks in front of me and walked away.

Master Juan grabbed one of the napkins and put it to my lips. "You're a bit of a mess," he said. "Let's make you a little prettier," he said, as he pulled a tube of lip gloss out of his pocket.

"Sir, please, it's not that kind of bar!" I exclaimed.

"Relax sissy, it's colorless," he said. "I'm only giving you a little shine, so you look fresher," he added and began applying it to my lips. I didn't resist. “And this is so guys will show you what kind of bar this is," he said while pulling my shorts down a little to reveal my panties.

I was mortified and rushed to pull them up, but the stern look on Master Juan's face told me not to.

"You're going to be a good little sissy and do as I say," he said assertively. "You're a guest in my city and in my home. Do as you're told and you'll have a good time," he said.

"Yes Sir, sorry," I said, looking down.

"It's alright, sissy," Master Juan said. "Let's put you back in your place and you can use your hole to help me forget you were a bad girl." He turned me around and lowered my shorts and panties. He pulled a condom and a lube sachet out of his pocket and prepared himself and my hole. He fingered me for a moment and then pushed his dick against my hole, pressing in and easily sliding his already hard dick inside me.

I moaned as Master Juan pushed deeper with every thrust, quickly managing to get his full shaft inside and picking up the pace, his pelvis thumping against my ass. He didn't care about the noise he made. I think he was even happy to attract attention as more guys started to gather around. He shoved my head down toward Master Carlos in front of me, who didn't need a special invitation to pull out his own dick and feed me.

Master Carlos had a long and thick dick too. Remember he is a tall and very muscular guy, just like Master Juan. He managed to make me deepthroat and I focused on him to avoid gagging, which made it easier to ignore any pain or discomfort I felt from getting fucked. Master Juan fucked faster and harder and then started to tense up, letting out a groan as he came.

Master Juan pulled out of my ass and handed Master Carlos a condom and lube too. Master Carlos pulled his dick out of my mouth and put the condom onto his dick. He turned me around and easily slid his cock into my wet hole.

Master Juan took his condom off and grabbed my head to clean the cum from his cock, while Master Carlos kept fucking me vigorously. I felt the sweet taste of Master Juan's cum and he kept his dick inside my mouth for another minute, or actually inside my throat, until Master Carlos came. He roared as he pushed his hard thick cock all the way into my ass. Finally they both pulled out of my hole and mouth and released me. Master Juan gave Master Carlos a high five and said "good job, sissy! Unfortunately we have to call it an early night. Let's go."