Service Boy

Bet My Ass

I was invited over to my master and his boyfriend's

house for poker night. I'd never been before. I know

it's a guy's night of poker playing and

beer-drinking--typical stuff. Still, I was surprised

to have been invited given my subordinate status to my

Master and now to his boyfriend. Perhaps this is a

purely social occasion and so the sexual status I've

been given will be ignored.

Of course I hope not.

I arrive at around 7pm. Jesse greets me and takes me

into his upstairs apartment. Though I'm not usually

like this, I've lately been dying to suck cock. Things

have been a little strange since Jesse's boyfriend

moved in. He's been extra careful to show Tom that

he's the boyfriend and I'm the "help". In fact, since

Tom moved in I haven't been properly fucked. In any

case, Tom wasn't in evidence so I kneeled on the floor

in my Master's bedroom and asked if I could please

suck his cock. He looked a little annoyed but relented

and came to stand in front of me. I lowered his zipper

and carefully pulled out his slowly stiffening cock

and looked up at him as I began to lick his cockhead.

I didn't waste much time though. Generally, the only

way I can get that whole cock in my mouth is when it's

still semi-flaccid. It's quite the lunker. While that

might be cheating I really like trying to swallow it

and feel it stiffen deep in my throat. Anyway...knowing I probably

didn't have much time to blow my Master, I went to

work in earnest. I deep throated and swallowed until

he was just too hard and too big. Then I began to jack

his still stiffening shaft with one hand and gently

massage his swollen balls with the other. He'd undone his pants by this

time and dropped them to his thighs. I'm not sure if

he was being over-stimulated but he told me to put my

hands behind my back. Then he grabbed my face and

began slowly fucking my mouth. He likes it when I try

to look at him while he does this. It's difficult

because the cock driving into the back of my throat

makes my eyes water. I guess he got tired of the angle

because before long he sat on the edge of a dressing

bench at the foot of his bed and had me get on all

fours--still fully-clothed, with my face in his

crotch. This seemed to achieve the angle he wanted. He

gently rocked my body back and forth gradually working

his cock farther and farther down my throat. Almost

immediately, he

started making the noises that warn me when he's about

to blow his load. He's pivoting me back and forth and

sliding his cock from about an inch in my mouth to all

nine inches in. His swelling glans expand the back

of my throat with every thrust. His well-trimmed pubic

hair tickles my

nose but not enough to throw off my concentration.

Though I can't see his face, I know his eyes are

closed and he's concentrating on getting off. For some

reason this turns me on even more. My now raging

hard-on is painful and obvious in my shorts. Suddenly,

he squeezes my head even harder and begins to stroke

his cock with my mouth faster and faster. He pulls my

face all the way down on his cock, impaling my head

when I feel the first jet of cum squeezing into the

back of my throat. He backs off a little and I can

feel it shoot. He starts to shudder and pulls back to

where he has just an inch in my mouth and shoots

another jet. His cum tastes salty as it splashes my

tongue and teeth. But I don't have long to savor it.

Straightaway

he drives his jetting cock back into my head to

finishing pumping his come into me. He holds his

cockhead against the back of my throat for his last

spurts. After heaving a sigh of relief, with his cock

still as far in my face as he can get it, he pats me

on the head. Directly he pulls out

of my mouth and stands before me. Then he laughs and

squeezes the final drop of cum onto the end of my nose

and pats me on the head again. "Good job", he says. I

start licking his balls and shaft because he likes to

be "cleaned up" after blowing his load. I've just

worked my way back up to the head of his softening

cock when we look up to see the door opening and Tom

walking

in. He stops suddenly when he sees us and storms off

into the bathroom area--obviously in a huff.

With his dick still in my mouth, Jesse tells Tom

that it's just sex--"a blow-job for chrissakes" and

that I'm certainly no threat to their relationship. I

certainly have no gripe with that. I know what I'm

there for and it's certainly not love or to get in

their way. Jesse and Tom move into the living room to

talk. I can still hear them.

"How do I know you aren't fucking other people? How do I

know you're not going to fall in love with someone

else?"

Jesse: "I'm not fucking anyone else. He came over for

the poker game--you knew that--and practically begged

to give me a blowjob. That's hard to refuse."

Tom: "Are you saying I'm not enough?"

Jesse: "No. I'm a man. You're a man. You should

understand about the need for physical variety. Why be

jealous of someone I'm just putting the wood to? He's

just physical porn. In fact, since he's my little fuck

bitch, he has to do what I say--you can feel free to

fuck him too."

Listening in the other room, I'd be lying if I told

you I wasn't getting a little hard at that point. For

some reason, the thought of being loaned out like a

whore to Jesse's boyfriend was a turn-on. I didn't

even really take exception to being called a

"fuckbitch". When in Rome...

Tom: "Well, send him in here."

Jesse (to me): "Strip and come in here".

"On your knees."

I crawl into the room with a semi-hard on and quite a

bit of trepidation. Jesse tells me that Tom wants to

watch him fuck me to prove that it's purely sexual and

that I mean nothing to him. I know better than to say

anything. Instead, I just kneel down and put my

shoulders on the floor and stick my ass out. Jesse

says "Good boy" and laughs a little. "See Tom, he does

what he's told". But then I hear drawers opening and

closing. Curious, I look up to see Jesse getting out

his collection of "torture" implements--dildos and

butt plugs ranging from reasonable to ridiculous. Out

of the corner of my eye I see Tom take off his shirt

and unbutton his pants. As he sits down in a chair he

says "O.K. if you can prove to me that he's just a

servant, I'll consider allowing it. But it can't just

be you and he screwing. He'll have to be used by other

men as well. And you can bet your ass that I'll be

taking out some frustrations on him. Actually you can

bet his ass."

Jesse was lying naked on the bed propped on the

headboard. Tom was sitting in the chair stripped to

the waist and I was kneeling on the floor between them

in a pose of abject supplication. Tom says, "We'll see

how he performs. If he doesn't meet your standards,

he's out. Simple as that. He's just a fuckbitch to me.

Fuckbitch, come up here and get to work."

I wasn't quite sure what to think about all of this. I

was still reeling a bit from having been discovered in

flagrante by Tom. I liked the little arrangement I'd

had with Jesse before. In the space of ten minutes I

found it expanded to include whatever swinging dicks

walked in their door--not to mention Tom himself.

Plus, who knew what "other duties" they had in mind.

All of this ran through my mind as I crawled up on the

bed to lie between Jesse's legs. The feeling of his

spent dick in my mouth was comforting. It was still

leaking the dregs of his come down my chin. I suppose

it was a little ominous too. I could feel it shake as he

chuckled at my ministrations.

Jesse and Tom talked a little while as I sucked

Jesse's cock back to life. When I got it about halfway

hard I got up on all fours so I could get the shaft in

my mouth and practice swallowing it. Soon after I got

up on all fours I felt Tom's hand close around my cock

and pull it back between my legs. Then I felt Tom's

other hand slap my ass. I wasn't sure Tom was ever a

top but he proceeded to spank me as though born to it.

It was a job keeping the spanking from affecting the

head I was giving Jesse. I knew he'd punish me if I

missed a stroke. Tom's experienced hand dry-milked me

to hardness. He reached for some lube that he'd tossed

beside me on the bed. He dribbled it onto my asshole

and let it run down my cock which he was still

milking. It felt so intense--the lube and his stroking

that I had to beg him to stop so I didn't come. I

guess that watching Tom prepare my ass turned Jesse on

because he was again hard as a rock. He got up and

went around to my ass. I obediently put my head back

down on the bed to wait. I was expecting to be

assaulted by a toy of some sort as that was usually

Jesse's pattern. But he pulled me by the hips to the

edge of the bed and then had me kneel over it so that

my thighs and torso were in contact with the bed. My

ass was stuck out and my knees were just barely on the

floor. I felt Tom's slick hands spread my cheeks and

then felt a finger slide in to distribute the

lubricant. Then I felt his hand slide between me and

the bed. His rough hand found my now raging hard-on

and pulled it smartly from between me and the bed. He

positioned it so that it was pointing straight and

somewhat painfully down the side of the bed and

slapped it a few times for good measure. He then sat

on the bed beside me and slipped his middle finger in

my ass. I could hear him laughing a little as I waited

for the toy. I had lost track of Jesse by this point.

That is until I felt something pushing gently at the

opening to my ass. Assuming it was a toy to get me

started, I tried to relax into it. Jesse gets upset

when I take too long to loosen up. By the time I

realized that the hands on my hips weren't Tom's it

was too late. Jesse slowly but inexorably drove the

entire length of his cock--about 9 inches if I'm doing

my job right--into my ass. For the first four I think

I tried to moved away but I'd been expertly positioned

so that I couldn't. For the final five I felt the deep

pain of being opened up in the most base and

humiliating way possible by another man's cock and

solely for his pleasure. As my humiliation deepened at

hearing Tom's amusement, Jesse's hands left my hips

and grabbed my shoulders. He then drove his cock the

rest of the way in until I could feel his pubic bone

in contact with my tailbone. I knew I was about to be

well and truly fucked. He leaned fully into me and

just jacked his shaft in and out of my spasming ass

about two inches. Each time he hit bottom I could feel

a new section of my rectum opening. I'd only just

begun to realize that I'd survived being mounted by

Jesse when I began to register the width of his cock.

Every time my asshole tried to relax and accept being

so suddenly stretched, Jesse's cock seemed to expand

to take up the slack. Not only was I being impaled all

at once by one man with a huge cock but his boyfriend

was witnessing me being turned into his woman. Jesse

was showing off by fucking me in my ass.

Jesse said, "nice" and I moaned in acceptance. With

his cock still buried in me he moved his left foot

onto the bed and picked up and held my feet. I

realized just in time that he was preparing to start

his long strokes. I hadn't been thus abused by many men

but I'd taken enough cock by this point to know that

each man has a certain style about it. Jesse's was to

go in (not usually all at once like this), work the

innermost two or three inches for a minute, then

settle back for long, deep fucking. He grabbed my feet

to put my weight fully on my stomach. I knew that this

would make the innermost parts of my channel tighter

for the head of his cock. He then pulled his cock

almost all the way out--until just the head was still

in my ass. I could feel the ridge between his shaft

and the head as though it were a cock plug. In a way

it was. Then, awesomely, painfully though that was

subsiding somewhat, he rammed the entire thing back

in. In resignation, I exhaled involuntarily and

settled into my fate. Each time his shaft hit bottom

in my ass he pushed me into the corner of the bed so

that my painfully swollen cock was bent further back

between my legs. It's as though his cock was reminding

mine which was on top.

My ass certainly didn't need to be reminded. Being

gored out by Jesse's enormous member left little in

the way of doubt. He stroked in and almost all the way

out for a while as Tom stared and laughed in

amazement. I hear Jesse say, "watch this" and then

damn if Jesse didn't swivel his hips in some way that

he was able to get another half an inch of cock into

me.

to be continued...