Late to the Party #1

Sir is going to be pissed. I'm running late, it's my night to cook, Sir and Shawn are waiting for me, and I'm running late. I've been trying to show Sir I'm worth taking his collar. I want to gain Shawn's respect. And I'm fucking late.

I pull into the apartment parking lot, jump out of my car, sprint to Sir's building and slam the intercom. Shawn answers almost immediately, a bad sign. 

"You're late," he chirps. 

I wince, I feel like he hates me. 

"I know, I'm sorry," I responded.

The door buzzes and I spring inside. Behind me I hear Shawn's reply over the intercom, "I'm not the one you need to apologize to."

I enter the elevator and try to compose myself. I run chap stick over my lips, they get dry when I'm stressed. I make sure my braids are tied back in a short tight ponytail. Sir loves to grab them and use the end and as a handle. Anticipation builds as the elevator inches it's way to Sir's floor. I just want to get inside.

An eternity passes and the doors scoot open, I shift through before they're done, make my way down the hall and give Sir's door two quick knocks. As I'm about to make the third knock, the door is gone and Shawn's face replaces it. I stop myself before bonking his nose. I open my mouth to say sorry, but I see a small frown arrive across his brow and I stop myself again.

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I step inside with all the enthusiasm of a student late for class. But before I could take off my shoes, Shawn closed the door and pushed me against the wall. It's not enough to knock the wind out of me, but enough to shock me. We're face to face, I'm speechless and then I feel his hand applying pressure to my shoulder. I know what to do. I know who commanded this.

I fall to my knees and start unbuckling his pants. Before I can finish, he grabs my hair and I look up. It looks like he's about to say something but doesn't. I get back to work. I know why I'm there and why he's there. We serve our Master, however he wants us to. 

I take out Shawn's hard cock, it's been a while since he's cum. I open my mouth and Shawn jabs it in, pinning me against the door. I start to gag. He keeps it in a little longer and starts fucking my face. 

I stick out my tongue as far as possible. 

I try to lick his balls. 

I gag more. 

It's becoming sloppy. 

Shawn's enjoying this and I hope Sir is too. He moves faster. He's close. I can feel the fullness in his balls. I grab his ass and feel him hold my head in place. His cock all the way down my throat. I look up and see him wincing. Is he about to cum? I'd been trying to get Shawn off for weeks, but his self control and dedication to our Master was ironclad. Had I finally done it? 

Then I felt a warmness in my chest. Holy shit, I can't even taste it. He's pissing directly into my stomach. And he's hard? How did Sir train him to do that? Then my shock turns to dread. 

What if I gag? What if I spill some on the floor? What if I fail again. I feel Shawn's hand pet my head, he mouths, "You got this". He doesn't want me to fail our Master either. That's encouraging. Or maybe he just doesn't want to deal with cleaning up the mess. Either way, this is what Sir wanted. I don't want to disappoint. I've been practicing drinking piss to get a taste for it, but I always gag when I'm drinking from the tap because of the bitterness. Thankfully Shawn bypassed my taste buds.

The stream finally ends, Shawn lets off, I collapse on the floor and I start coughing. Thankfully nothing comes out. Zero drops spilled! And then I see Sir's feet.

Somehow Shawn is already kissing one of his toes. I follow his example and we both spend a minute making love to his digits.

"Good job Shawn. Practicing pissing while hard paid off." Sir remarked. I could feel how proud he was of his collared boy. I knew he was smiling without even looking up.

"And you're late." He chided me. My urine filled stomach dropped. Before I could start my apology.

"You're not here to make me wait. Do you know you know why you're here?" We'd both heard this question a hundred times and we'd hear it a thousand more.

"Sir, I am here to serve you, to give you pleasure and submit to your desires, Sir." Shawn and I both barked in unison.

We lifted our heads and before I knew what was happening, Sir slaps Shawn. And silently walks away. 

It can see a tear falling from Shawn's eye. We knew it was coming. He's my older slave brother, my failures lead to his punishment. I did this.

Before I can apologize again Shawn quietly remarks, "Get started on dinner."

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I get naked, put on an apron and start cooking. I'm not a great chef, but I've started to learn to serve Sir. A slave who can't cook isn't a very good slave. I was behind but catching up with some hustle. Thankfully the oven was already preheated, probably Shawn watching out for me. Or for himself. I want to reach his level of commitment to Sir, but I keep finding myself lacking. I toss some pork chops in the oven. As I'm preparing vegetables for a boil I hear a yelp.

I can see Shawn groaning as Sir squeezes his balls. Shawn needed to get soft to fit back in his cock cage. Shawn's cage is a lot smaller than mine. Not because he has a small dick, but because he's been trained to size down. His cage is about 2 inches long and almost completely hides his dick. I see our Master pass a small lock through the cage, into the hole in Shawn's dick where a prince albert used to live, and out the other end. Sir learned how to do piercings a couple years ago for the express purpose of piercing Shawn. He wanted to be one who gave him a brand new hole.

I was running behind again. I'm getting distracted. I start the mashed potatoes. Shawn had already peeled them. I can't believe how late I was. I want to take Sir's collar, but I need to be more reliable. Before I can finish seasoning, I hear some extremely lewd noises from the living room.

Shawn is doing squats on a gigantic butt plug. His balls are flopping up and down. Sir is smiling in approval.  It's so wide at the base, I can't believe Shawn can take it. But he's committed. He's trained for this. Sir cheers him on, "Faster boy." And Shawn picks up the pace. He starts moaning or groaning, it's hard to tell. He's so deeply committed to giving Sir what he wants. He has literally molded his body to meet Sir's desires.

The cooking oven timer goes off. I hear Sir tell Shawn, "Keep that inside" and Sir, Shawn and the massive plug in Shawn's ass make their way to the table. Sir sits at the head and I hand him a plate. I take off my apron and stand naked next to Shawn. When we perform well, we sit with him at the table, when we don't...

"Neither of you are eating tonight. Shawn you can lick my toes. Mark, you may watch." Sir commanded.

I listened to Sir dine on his dinner and Shawn lick at his feet. I'm not mad at Sir, I'm frustrated with myself. And now Shawn's going hungry too.

I see Sir rise, walk the trash can, and throw out the remainder of the food. Well, I guess I need to keep practicing my cooking. Sir motions towards Shawn to move to the bedroom. Intentionally or not, I start batting puppy dog eyes for an invitation. Sir waves me on and I follow. 

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Sir pushes Shawn on the bed, turns him around and grabs him by his spiky black hair. I watch waiting for an invitation. But I know Sir wants me to just watch.

Sir slaps Shawn's ass, Shawn bends himself into the position. Ass tilted up to meet his Master's groin. Sir slides the plug out of Shawn and it makes the most obscene noise. Shawn gasps but Sir pushes his face into the pillow. 

Sir mounts Shawn and begins pounding. 

It's loud. 

Shawn is moaning and bucking back into Sir's crotch.

This is primal fucking. 

It's not about love making, it's about power. Shawn's ass is so clearly made to take this over and over again. And he loves every second of it.

I'm straining against my cage and my dick drools precum as I wait my turn. Sir flips Shawn over and they stare into each other's eyes. Sir owns every fiber of Shawn and they both know it. Shawn's entire being is wrapped in this moment of pleasing Sir. At this moment, Shawn is only a sex toy for Sir's cock.

Sir clutches Shawn's neck and begins to cum. Shawn doesn't resist, as he's both choked and bred simultaneously. Nothing else exists in the universe but these two. I'm honored they let me watch and hoping one day I get to feel that euphoria and dedication.

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Shawn collapsed after putting his entire being into massaging a load out of Sir's cock. Sir pulled out of his exhausted slave, looked at me and pointed to his semi-hard dick. I lunged at it and sucked, licked and choked on his member without abandon. I was tasting lube, a bit of cum, and some of Shawn's ass, but I didn't care. I was finally getting the chance to serve Sir.

As I cleaned his dick I started to look up at Sir. He was motioning at Shawn. Sir noticed I was getting distracted from the task at hand, grabbed my hair and started face fucking me. I knew the only thing that mattered in that moment was his cock. I stopped thinking about anything else. I was so dedicated to working a load of Sir, I was forgetting to breathe. Tears started welling up in my eyes and throat slime covered his dick as he drilled my face.

I started feeling something snaking at my backdoor. It felt like a dildo but it kept going and going. I felt so full, I felt like it’d never end. When it eventually stopped, I felt two checks meet mine. Shawn and I were connected by a double-sided dildo. He started fucking me with his ass. Clapping them together. I joined in unison.

Sir pulled out of my mouth and moved to the other side of the bed. He started face fucking Shawn with aggression. He was moaning and purring with each thrust. Shawn wanted his cock more than life itself. Shawn started gagging and Sir held his head in place. I could tell Shawn was barely keeping it together but he didn't push away from Sir or give him any voluntary resistance. I watched as Sir deposited another load into Shawn. 

2 - 0 Shawn. I need to step up my game.

When Sir finally pulled out of his cum dump, Shawn was gasping for air. He coughed twice, and under all the drool, tears and cum he croaked hoarsely, "Thank you, Sir." 

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There's a moment where we all caught our breath. Then before Shawn or I had completely recovered, Sir instructed me to get the restraints. I pulled myself off the dildo, disconnecting myself from Shawn and picked up 4 leather cuffs. Sir instructed me to put them on Shawn and I did. Then Sir stood Shawn up, instructed his slave to stretch his arms out and Sir connected Shawn's wrist cuffs to a hook in the ceiling. Sir then spread Shawn's legs and ran some rope through the ankle cuffs and tied them to the bed frame.

With Shawn restrained, Sir grabbed a whip that was hanging on the wall. I was expecting to see him strike. But he offered the whip to me. Sir told me, "Punish him for your mistakes." 

I froze. I had never whipped anyone before. I didn't even know how. I had been whipped, lightly. But I didn't know how to do it correctly. I felt terrible that Shawn is still getting punished for my fuck up. My brain continued to race, but then I heard Shawn scream. 

Sir had started to whip him. "Fine, I'll punish him for your hesitation and your tardiness and your mediocre cooking," Sir yelled. 

Shawn was howling. I was watching, with guilt, shame, and erotic excitement. Shawn was in pain, but he knew he was meant to take this. Even if we both performed perfectly, Shawn was going to get whipped tonight, because Sir wanted it. He had accepted the inevitability of it. However, it didn't make taking that whip any easier.

A couple minutes later, Sir and Shawn were both dripping with sweat. Sir had broken the skin in a couple places and I could see Shawn whimpering. He took more than I ever had. Sir undid Shawn's restraints and removed his slave's cock cage. Sir then looked at me and whispered with a calmness that terrified me, "If you can get him to cum, we can all call it a night. Otherwise, Shawn will whip you twice as hard."

All the color drained from my face. I didn't hesitate, I got on my knees and started making love to Shawn's cock. I sucked harder than I have ever in my life. I tried everything from licking his balls, fingering his ass, and playing with his nipples. I don't think he was anywhere near cumming. I was about to mount him with my ass, and I heard, "Times Up."

Dejected, I started putting the restraints that had bound Shawn on myself. I stood up and stretched out my arms where Shawn had minutes ago. The floor was slick with Shawn's sweat. Sir hooked me in as he did Shawn. I stopped myself from begging for mercy. I know I want to be here. I want to wear a collar like Shawn. I want to serve Sir and take everything Shawn can. I want Sir to be proud of me. I want Shawn to think I'm worthy of it. I want to be wanted.

Shawn moves behind me, whip in hand, and I offer my naked back to him. Sir moves in front of me and starts caressing my nipples. 

"Ready boy?" He asked softly. There was a hint there to confirm he was worried. To show concern. If I said no, or if I said yes and he didn't believe it, I know he'd stop it. But I looked him directly in the eyes and said "Yes, Sir."

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Ending A: Mercy

Shawn tossed the whip on the bed and hugged me from behind. Sir smiled and teased my nipples some more.

"You were right, he didn't pussy out of it." Sir remarked, joking at Shawn.

"Yes, Sir. I knew you wouldn't choose someone who would give up so easily." Shawn shot back.

"Sir, am I not about to get the worst beating of my life?" I asked gingerly.

"Well, not today at least. I just wanted to teach you a lesson. About focus." He responded.

I relaxed and started to enjoy his fingers tweaking and playing with my tits. 

"Focus on the moment. On what I say. On what I want. At that moment. Don't predict me or worry about what happened in the past. The most important thing in your world is what I want right now." He said sternly. 

His sermon had reached me. I disrespected his desires by thinking about anything other than his desires. I wasn't truly submitting because I wasn't focused on submitting. 

"Thank you, Sir. I understand." I smiled. 

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Ending B: Whip him!

The whip crashed down on my back. I know I screamed but I couldn't hear it. Before I could recover, the second swing landed. I hissed. I squeezed my eyes closed. Another. I howled and tried to shift my body, but I couldn't get away. I felt a hand grab my face.

"Don't take your eyes off me." Sir commanded.

I opened my eyes as another swing found its mark. I looked at Sir. He was stone faced. He wants to watch every moment of my agony. He wanted to absorb it. 

Another swing and I hopped off the ground but didn't avert my gaze. He started smiling and said, "Open." A gag slipped in my mouth, I don't know when he picked it up. 

Shawn swung at my ass. A tear fell down my face. Sir's hands went back to my nipples. 

Another swing. I started sobbing. 

Another. Sweat was dripping off my nose. 

Shawn pelted my upper back, Sir purred. 

Another. I coughed, my throat was hurting from yelling through the gag. Sir tugged at my nipples gingerly. It felt good. 

Another. The feeling of Sir's hands on my nipples were muted by the crack of the whip to my ass. Shawn was making sure I felt his fury. 

"Why are you here?" Sir asked. 

I mumbled through the gag and Shawn shouted our creed without stopping his onslaught.

"Sir, I am here to serve you, to give you pleasure and submit to your desires, Sir."

"OH, I didn't hear him. Shawn, give him more encouragement!" Sir mocked. 

Somehow Shawn picked up the pace. I mumbled louder but not clearer through the gag.

"I can't understand you boy!" Sir yelled, encouraging Shawn to go even harder.

Shawn's swings were coming so fast I was losing the ability to tell them apart. I yelled out the creed through the gag. Sir laughed. Shawn continued his relentless whipping.

"Oh, you've got something in your mouth, boy." He joked as he removed the gag. Shawn kept up his barrage. Sir's hands returned to my nipples, tugging and pinching harder now. My face was covered with tears and snot.

"Sir, I am here to serve you, to give you pleasure and submit to your desires, Sir." I yelled alone.

Sir tugged at roughly at my nipples.

"And don't you forget it, boy." He growled.

I wasn't holding myself up anymore. 

I was just hanging there. 

No attempt to shift away, my body had realized it was useless. 

Shawn had slowed down. I think he was tired. 

My gaze hadn't left Sir. He leaned in to kiss me, hands still fixated on torturing my now raw nipples. His kiss was aggressive. Neither of us closed our eyes. He explored my mouth with dominance and I let him dominate. I didn't have any resistance left.

Sir pulled away from the kiss. He motioned for Shawn to stop. My back was burning. Sir gave me a soft slap to the face and turned to walk away. He sat and relaxed in a chair across from us two sweaty and exhausted slaves.

"Now fuck him," Sir commanded.

Shawn grabbed my hips and impaled me on his rod. I gasped. My ass cheeks stung as his groin slapped against me. He didn't give me time to get used to it. Sir, smiled and watched.

Shawn was a skilled top. He made sure to plow every inch of my ass. His thrusts were surgical. He'd been trained to do this. He wasn't fucking for my pleasure but for Sir. My prostate felt his cock with each invasion. My cock started to leak through the cage.

In spite of all the pain. I felt good. I had taken the beating. 

I felt proud. 

Shawn pulled at my hair, continuing the fuck that Sir had commanded. I started to wish it was Sir taking my ass. But I pushed that thought aside. Shawn fucking me is what Sir wanted. I was filling my purpose. And right now, it was being Shawn's fuck toy and Sir's entertainment.

"Shawn, you can cum now." Sir said casually.

Not even three thrusts later, Shawn convulsed. He impaled his dick further than before and hugged me from behind. I felt his load fill me, it was massive. I have no idea how long it had been since he last came. He had so much self control. His cock and his orgasms were trained to please Sir. I felt glad I could help him get off. No, I was glad Sir let me.

Shawn pulled out and Sir rose. I heard Shawn's cum drip on the floor. I felt so used, but not ashamed. I felt Sir had used my body for his purpose. Pride welled in me. Then he said two words that sealed the deal. The only words I wanted to hear.

"Good boy."

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Next time: 

Shawn, the disappointment?