Loaned Out

My Master had been out of town for nearly a week when he called. “Cancel any plans you have tonight,” he said, quite directly, “I have something for you to do.”

“Yes, Master.” I answered, knowing that I had no plans to cancel anyway.

“I’m going to be away for two more days and I want to make sure that your obedience can be counted upon in my absence,” he told me. “You are to go out tonight to that little bar that I took you to two weeks ago. Once you are there, I want you to pick out an interim master to discipline you. The man you choose shall be no older than 25 years old. He will be several pounds overweight. I want you to find someone desperate and submit to his every whim, do you understand me?”

“Yes, Master,” I answered again, and he hung up.

So, as instructed, and found a desperate young man. He was a chunky little guy, sitting off in a corner all alone. I went over to him and asked to sit down. He told me to go ahead. I struck up a conversation and verified that he was just 24 years old. Perfect. After a little small-talk, he finally asked what I was into.

“Well,” I said, “I’m sort of acting under orders.”

“Orders?” he asked, “What do you mean by that?”

I told him that my Master had told me to go out tonight and find a young man (I left the “desperate” part out) and give myself to him. He looked at me like I was crazy. Things were a little uncomfortable for a minute or two, then he finally gave me his address and told me to meet him there in an hour.

An hour later, I arrived at the house and we did a couple of shots together while making more small-talk, when he suddenly changed the subject and asked, “What exactly did your Master tell you to do?”

“He told me to find someone to discipline me in his absence and to obey every order.” I said.

“Hm,” he grunted. “So if you chose me, doesn’t that make you my slave?”

He was catching on fast.

“I suppose that it does,” I answered.

“Then I guess you’d better get naked,” he snapped, “NOW!”

With that, he sat down to enjoy the show. I slowly undressed under the weight of his stare. When I was completely undressed, he growled, “You’re too fucking tall…get on your knees and kiss the floor.”

I obeyed, and soon I heard his belt coming off. I incorrectly assumed that he was taking off his pants to have his way with me.

I couldn’t have been more wrong. “All shaved, huh?” he said, “You look like a bitch.” Suddenly, I felt a stinging sensation across my right asscheek as he swatted me with the belt. “Well, if you’re gonna be my bitch, I’m gonna treat you like one,” he continued, “You’re gonna get ten of those on each side and you’re gonna count ’em, got it, bitch?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said quietly. Then it began. By the time I got to ten, I didn’t think I could take it anymore. Tears began welling up in my eyes and my voice began to crack, but it only made him hit me harder. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally got to twenty.

“Good,” he laughed, “Kneel up straight” When I did, he moved around in front of me and saw that not only was I tearing up, but my cock was rock-hard. “Well, well, well,” he mocked, “seems my little bitch likes a spanking. I’ll bet you’ll like this, too.” He reached into his pocket, pulled out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed my hands behind my back. “Are you comfortable?” he asked with a grin. When I didn’t answer, he gave my cock a playful swat with the belt. “Now you decide to be tough, huh? I can fix that.” Again he snapped my hard-on with the belt.

“No, Sir, please,” I stammered, “I’ll be your bitch.”

“Yes, you are,” he said, “You’re going to beg to suck my dick while I whack yours with my belt.” With that, he went to town. I had to bend backwards to keep from falling over fore ward, which only gave him an easier target.

“I want your cock, please let me suck you,” I started, “I’ll suck it good for you, please.” I went on like that for a while, promising to blow him and suck on his balls. Before long, however, it got to me and I was offering to do much more. “Please, I’ll rim you, I’ll lick your asshole, please let me serve you.”

That did the trick.

“That’s right, bitch,” he said, “You’re gonna give me what I want and don’t you forget it.”

“No, Sir.” I answered.

With that, he took off his clothes and sat on the couch. “Crawl on over here and get your reward,” he taunted me. I crawled over to him and he grabbed my head in both hands. “Suck my tits, first.” He told me. I laid my chest across his ample belly and began to lick and suckle his huge, hairy nipple. After going back and forth, sucking on his man-tits for a little while, I could fell him getting erect against my stomach before he pushed me down between his legs and guided my mouth to his hard dick. It was about six inches or so, but bigger around than mine. I knew that it was going to hurt when he fucked me.

“Get fucking busy,” he snarled, “Use that mouth.”

I opened my mouth and took him inside. Immediately, he forced his cock all the way in and held it there. “Look at me while you suck,” he ordered, and when I didn’t obey him right away, I felt the sting of his belt across my back. I looked up at him with tear-filled eyes as I gagged on his prick and he laughed, “Get that tongue to work on my balls, slut.” He released my head and his dick popped out of my mouth as I moved down to lick and suck on his sack. Moments later, he slouched further back and said, “You made the deal, get to it or I”ll whip that cock of yours some more.” He hiked one foot up onto the couch and I buried my face between his cheeks, fucking his ass with my tongue.

Finally, he shoved me back onto the floor, “Get up on your knees,” he told me, “Beg for me to fuck you while I finger-bang your ass.”

A shiver went down my spine as I rose. Unexpectedly, he jammed two fingers into my mouth and said, “You might want to get these wet.” I sucked and slobbered all over his thick fingers until he was satisfied, then, he inserted one finger and began to probe me. Soon after, a second finger entered me and he growled, “Where’s that begging, bitch?” Before I could speak, he said, “You seem to like getting your ass beat, or you’d do what you’re told. That’s fine with me, now, BEG!”

Just when I opened my mouth to speak, he began spanking my sore ass with his free hand. “Please, Sir, I want you in me,” I cried out as the blows fell. “I’ll do whatever you say, Please!”

“Anything I say…good,” he waved a medium-sized vibrator in my face. “You’re gonna suck my cock until I come down your throat, all while you fuck yourself with this.”

I shuddered as he smeared lube on it and reached around to hand it to my still-cuffed hands. “Yes, Sir.” I managed to say.

“Slide it in, Bitch, then turn it all the way up.” I gasped as it entered me, then let out a long, deep moan when I found the switch. He took full advantage of my wide-opened mouth and rammed his cock directly into my throat. “That’s right, Bitch, take it all,” he snapped at me, “Swallow this and don’t spill a drop.”

He took my head in both hands and forced his manhood so deep that I felt his balls on my chin. After a few deep strokes, he grunted loudly and shot his load down my throat. He held my head down on his cock for several moments before pulling out and barking out more orders,
“Don’t you stop fucking yourself with that thing,” he mocked, “I’m not done with you yet.”

I continued as instructed for a few moments until he walked around behind me and shoved me face-down on the floor. “Keep going, loosen it up for me. I’m gonna fuck you real good.” I picked up the pace and soon I was moaning and writhing on the floor, much to his amusement.

“Very good, slut, now roll over on your back,” he told me. I
complied, but didn’t stop sliding the dildo in and out of my stretched ass. He sat on the couch and watched the show for a while. Just when I thou
ght I was going to explode, he suddenly stopped me. “Get on your knees,” he said, “I’ve got a surprise for you. Crawl into that bedroom,” he pointed to a doorway at the end of the hall and I pulled out the vibrator and switched it off before getting to my knees to begin working my way towards it.

Once there, he turned on the light and I saw a slim young man tied spread-eagle on the bed, naked and hard. “Here’s what’s gonna happen,” he explained, “This is my loyal slave-boy. He’s served me well and he should be rewarded for that, don’t you think?”

“Y-yes,Sir,” I answered nervously, knowing what he was getting at.

“Well, get up on the bed. since your master has basically loaned you to me, you’ll suffer the added humiliation of servicing my slave. You will suck him off while I fuck you, get it?”

“Yes, Sir,” I answered, my voice cracking as I climbed onto the bed and knelt between the slave’s legs. Slowly, I bent down and began giving head to the helpless slave.

“Enjoy that slave cock,” my temporary master said as he eased in behind me, grabbing ahold of my hips. “Get him off. I want you swallowing his load tonight, too.” Slowly, he worked his hard cock into my ass. but soon he was pounding deep inside of me.

“Suck him, bitch,” he said, “Make him cum.” I sucked as hard and fast as I could. Soon I could feel the slave-boy getting close.

At last, the slave let out a gasp and once again my throat was filled with sperm. The man of the house held my head down on his slave’s cock and directed me to swallow it all as he continued to stretch my sore asshole.

Suddenly, he pulled me up by the cuffs, nearly making me kneel up straight and causing me to cry out, his manhood still buried deep inside of me.

“Bitch,” he taunted as he dropped me down on top of his bound slave, “Kiss him while I fuck you, and make it good.” Our mouths found each other and we were soon locked in a deep tongue kiss that was both enjoyable and humiliating. As our master fucked me, my own hard shaft rubbed between my stomach and the slave’s leg like I was humping him and it was driving me crazy.

My new dominant friend must have sensed this, because the next order that was barked out was “On the count of ten, you will come.”

He counted down and I could feel the pressure building up. On ten, I obediently shot my load between mine and the slave’s bodies as my whole body quivered.

“Good bitch,” was all he said before slamming deep into me one last time to come.

Once he was recovered, he untied us both and ordered us to lick my come off of each other before throwing us our clothes and telling us we could go.

My Master should be very pleased.