Master slave story of a hot and horny gay slut: 2
Bondage gay erotica: Hello Readers, I am back with the second part on the orders of Master Ajay. Let me refresh your memories first. In the last part, master Ajay Showed me my place and made me realize the faggot slave slut that I am on a mountain.
All this happened in the city of Pune. At the end of our first meeting Master Ajay told me I should wait for his call to start my training as a slave under him.
I could not sleep that night. I was so excited. I jerked off immediately when I got back home. I did not pay any attention to what was for dinner.
I just kept praying that the next 48 hours passed quickly so that I can meet Master Ajay again to be trained by him. Those two days were excruciatingly long. I hadn’t heard back from sir yet.
The second day was almost over and I hadn’t heard back from master Ajay yet. I thought he changed his mind. I was growing worried. Suddenly I get a phone call from an unknown number.
My heart skipped a beat because I knew it was him. He had asked me for my number but never contacted me. I didn’t know what to know, I just picked up the call and all I could say was “hhh”. Just a deep exhale.
“Meet me at the same spot at 12 noon tomorrow. Start jogging around the ground as soon as you get there till I reach the spot. Once I get there and park my car, you will get in the back seat, take off your shirt and lie down on your back till you get the next order”.
As order I reached the place exactly at noon and started running. It was 15 minutes already and I was sweaty and panting with breathlessness. It would have been 5-10 more minutes when Master Ajay entered and parked.
As ordered I entered the car with my shirt off and laid on the back seat. That felt so comfortable. It was so relaxing to lie down after a 20-25 minute run. It was then I realized that Master Ajay also cares for his slaves.
I was partially asleep. I was not really paying attention to anything because I was so tired. After about what seemed like 30 minutes or so, the car started to slow down and take frequent turns.
I was not sure what was going on. I was still contemplating on asking Master Ajay about it when the car stopped.
Master Ajay got down, opened the door to the back seat and said “Its time bitch, get your ass out of the car and follow me.”
As we reached the lobby of his apartment building, he pressed the button for the elevator. He got in, as I was about to get him, he pushed me hard on my chest and said, “dogs like you use the stairs. Third floor. Get there before I do”.
I had no choice but to run again – shirtless, that too in a building full of people. When I made it to the third floor, Master Ajay was already I the house, sitting on his couch like a king and looking at the door, waiting for me with lust and hunger in his eyes.
I knew that could mean only one thing – a wild ride for me.
“Get in and close the door”. That’s what he ordered and I did that. When I turned after locking the door, I was face to face with Master Ajay.
With one hard push on my neck, I was brought down to my knees. I was panting. I did not know if that was my excitement or my fear. Then slowly stared feeling something against my cock.
That made me realize how hard my cock was when it was pressed against Master Ajay’s shoes. I let out a satisfying moan and automatically closed my eyes when I received a tight slap across my cheeks that brought me back to my place.
I looked up and there was a wicked smile spread across master Ajay’s face.
I was just admiring his face which was full with beard and his beautiful long black curly hair when I felt a tug on my neck.
He had already collared me and attached a leash to it while I was looking at his face and was now dragging me like a worthless dog across his house to his bedroom.
Once inside the bedroom, he made me stand up, with hands behind my head, and he laud down on his bed with the leash in his hand. “Introduce yourself boy” was the next command. “Tell me your name, age, likes and limits”.
” I am Mukund, sir. I am 23 yr old submissive to serve you. My limits are no scat, no recording, no blood and anything permanent. I am wiling to explore and expand my likes sir.”
“Hmm, start massaging my feet and move up to my thigh gradually. Get working faggot”
I started massaging his feet and slowly kept moving towards his thigh. He was wearing shorts. His legs were hairy like a man. I was nothing as compared to him.
When I reached the edge of his shorts he said “now gently slide your hands inside and feel my cock and balls over my underwear.” I did that. His cock and balls were so big.
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His dick raging hard. I could feel the moist sweat. And I kept feeling it, knowing that what a faggot I have become. My place is at the feet of men like Master Ajay. I am a worthless whore to be used by such alpha men.
“Take my shirt and shorts off and then continue playing with my dick and balls as well as keep sniffing them”.
I was stark naked, with a collar around my neck like a dog. Sniffing my master’s cock and balls and playing with them from over his underwear and master Ajay was lying on the bed like a king in only his underwear.
His face shone with last and my eyes were humiliated with the thought of my own descent into slavery, but my cock was raging hard.
This was just the beginning.
Readers let me know what you think of the story. If anyone wants to reach our to master Ajay, email him at [email protected].
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