As he toyed with the hard-on, he said, “I’m glad the idea makes you ‘happy.’ I’ll set it up any way you want.”
“Thank you, Master. May I suck your cock?”
Roger smiled. “You can. But don’t expect a boner.”
The cabin had no air conditioning, and it was warm. Consequently, there was only a top sheet on the bed. Larry turned around with his head towards the foot of the bed. Roger adjusted his position away from the head of the bed, allowing Larry’s mouth access to his limp dick. This arrangement made Larry’s hard cock an easy reach for Roger, and he fondled it, as he fell asleep. Larry’s warm, moist mouth enveloped Roger. His tongue caressed Roger’s cock head, encouraging blood flow. Slowly limpness turned to tumescence. Larry realized Roger was asleep. It didn’t matter. They had all night.
Several hours later in the wee hours of the morning, Roger awoke during orgasm. Larry’s mouth was still on this cock, sucking every last drop. Roger leaned in and licked some pre-cum off Larry’s rod and went back to sleep.
Larry kept Roger’s failing erection in his mouth and fell asleep. He dreamed of being a sex slave at a logging camp. He was in the middle of the woods with no way to escape. He was never allowed to wear clothes and big sweaty men would stuff their cocks in his mouth and ass anytime they felt like it. He often had to service two or three men at a time. But instead of being terrified, he had a wet dream.
The alarm that Larry set came way too early. He hated to release Roger’s warm, soft cock from his mouth. During the night Roger had erections several times. Each time Larry would wake up and gently stimulate it and savor the taste and feel of it in his mouth. And of course, there was the ejaculation in the middle of the night. Larry sighed, as he pulled his mouth off Roger and slipped his now hardened cock from Roger’s grip. He took a leak, washed up a bit, and put the cage back on.
At a much more reasonable hour the others got up for breakfast. It was a feast with grilled steak, eggs to order, pancakes with fresh blueberries and mimosas. Everyone was at the table except the naked waiter, who hovered around removing empty plates and delivering second helpings. Roger stood, interrupting the loud conversation and laughter.
“I’m going to give everyone a chance to monetarily demonstrate their appreciation for Larry’s service this weekend. He volunteers with the Red Cross, and I thought it would be a gesture of appreciation to solicit donations from you. I’ve taken the liberty of putting your names on some envelopes, which Larry is now passing out. Please put your check or cash in the envelope. If you’d like to donate online, I have my laptop open to their web page.” Roger announced.
“As a special bonus, the person who donates the most to this worthy cause, will receive any sexual favor they desire from Larry.”
Jack spoke right up. “Except intercourse?”
“No exceptions. I’ve decided that Larry will sacrifice his ass for charity,” Roger responded.
“But…” Larry began, as he and Roger had planned.
“No buts, Larry. Be quiet. You will do as I command.” Roger cut him off.
“Yes, Master,” he replied dejectedly.
Jack came back. “You can’t force him to do that. It’s illegal.”
“Relax Jack. It’s consensual. He wants to do whatever I want him to do. It’s his role in our relationship. He may be uncomfortable doing it, but his overarching desire is to follow my commands and entertain me. So, he will do it because it turns him on to please me. Larry, explain it to Jack.”
Larry turned to Jack and spoke honestly. “I find significant gratification in obeying my Master. I do what he commands willingly. In fact, doing something unpleasant or somewhat painful to please him, gives me more fulfillment and joy than ordinary tasks. I would willingly be fucked to please him.”
“That’s some convoluted fucking logic, Larry. But you’re saying you want to be fucked for a large donation to the Red Cross?” Jack asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Please put your donations in the envelopes when you’ve finished breakfast. We will see who wins Larry’s services after we’ve all eaten.” Roger announced.
Larry was washing dishes as they became available and serving at the same time. As the eating wound down, he was at the sink. Jack walked up beside him and whispered, “You are OK with this?”
“Yes Sir,” Larry responded.
“Then I intend to win,” Jack smiled.
Breakfast was winding down. Roger stood again. “Larry, come over here by me and stand with your back to the table. Gentlemen, I’d like to remind you what you’re bidding for.” He reached out and put his hand on Larry’s firm ass. It was still a pale shade of red from the beating it got Friday evening. He patted each cheek and then lifted them slightly. “This is prime quality ass… firm and meaty.” He moved in front of Larry and reached around with both hands to spread his cheeks. He moved the index finger of his right hand into the crack and found Larry’s balloon knot. Probing it lightly, he said, “Your cock goes here. He will squeeze the cum out of you. Larry, keep your back to the table and move all the way around. Let the men touch the product.”
“Yes, Master,” Larry acknowledged. He was stunned by Roger’s degrading request. ‘Brilliant,’ he thought.
As he slowly sidestepped his way around the table, the guys pinched, slapped, stroked, and probed him. It was one of the most demeaning things he had ever done. He. Loved. It.
The meal completed; everyone piled their plates in the sink. Larry protested, but everyone wanted to get on to the opening of the envelopes. Roger made some guesses and put them in his projected lowest to highest order. They all gathered in the living room.