At night, in bed, it would continue, she’d have me flex my muscles while she straddle-fucked me, grinding her fingernails into my chest. “I want my Roman slave fuck-ready 24/7.”
“Mistress, you’re going to make me cum!”
She’d say nothing, just peer into my eyes, hands on my chest, riding me, as I had the best orgasm of my life. Her spent body would fall forward onto my chest, and she’d lay there in afterglow.
My body was now huge, pure muscle. I could have tossed her around like a toy. But when she recovered from her reverie, she casually sat up, and straddled my face, lowering her pussy to my mouth. I hated everything about licking her clean after sex, but lapped my cum from her pussy, like a true slave.
The competition day arrived, and I was made to wear my same panties. In the locker room, no one looked at me. Some guys seemed to know each other, but no one spoke a word to me. There was a male attendant who helped me oil my body; that was the only person with whom I spoke.
Trying to stay calm, I had been thinking about the sexy moments doing poses for Mistress, as she stroked me, and talked dirty to her muscled slave. Every time I entertained those thoughts, I got excited. I didn’t noticed, but I had gotten a semi-hardon….AND THEN I HEARD MY NAME!
THE AUDIENCE WAS GOING TO SEE ME WITH A HARDON!
There was even a tiny wet spot in my panties, but I walked out, expecting laughter.
The lights were blinding, so I focused on my poses, and in a flash, it was over, and I was back to the side of the stage, and then to the locker room.
We were not to change our clothes in case we were called back to the stage.
I sat quietly, mortified, staring at the floor, wondering if this slave-life was all worth it, and then I heard my name. For some reason I was summoned back to the stage. (Now my hardon had abated).
I HAD WON!
I was in shock.
A medal was placed around my neck. I vaguely heard clapping in the crowd. I sort of bowed, (still blinded by the lights), and went back to the locker room, where the other competitors were conversing.
One said to me, “What’s with the hardon? Is that some trick? Show some dick? And what kind of show-briefs are those? Are you gay?” He was standing with five other guys, all staring with contempt.
And then I heard the voice of Mistress. (There were naked guys in there, and she just walked in). “He’s not gay, but if I say so, he’ll suck every dick in this place.”
Looking at my “attacker”, she challenged, “Let’s have a little dick on dick contest.
How about you whip out your dick, and my boy will whip out his. Biggest dick get sucked.”
I was in shock. The whole room was in shock.
She stood there, in heels, hands on hips, sexy and powerful, and I couldn’t help myself, I started to get hard. (Perhaps she’d over-groomed me. It seems while I was busy becoming a slave, she’d become quite the Mistress).
The room was quite.
One word from Mistress, and I’d tear into the “attacker” and his fellows.
Everyone quickly pulled on pants and tee shirts.
No one bothered with showers, they quickly left.
Jana was there, standing next to Mistress.
Jana commented, “Look, he’s getting hard again!”
We all laughed, and headed out.
We stopped at a cafe on the way home for a celebratory lunch, where they discussed my future. Would I be in future competitions? If Mistress dictated, yes.
Jana joked, perhaps I should compete with the plug in my ass; I shuttered at the thought.
Jana teased, “But you like your ass plugged, right?”
“Yes, Mistress Jana.”
She continued, “I spoke with Sam. He’d love to fuck a Roman warrior.”
“Then it’s settled,” said Mistress Leigh.
My internal struggles about being butt-fucked were not even considered; for the entertainment of my Mistresses, I be getting buggered.
That night, Sam joined us at our house.
It was all set up. I was on my knees, with my ass plugged, in my show-panties.
Sam walked in, and one could see where he might be bi.
Very metro-sexual. Distinguished and attractive.
He took one look at me and said to Jana, “OK, you win. He’s gorgeous!”
Mistress Leigh interjected, “Then with no further adieu, Slave, unbuckle your Master’s pants.”
I was in shock, but I reached and lowered his pants, and then it happed, his cock was semi-hard, and in my face. Then my mouth opened of it’s own accord, and I was sucking, feeling a cock grow in my mouth. I heard Mistress’s camera clicking, but continued without a word.
I was in another world, reality had not set in, and I heard Mistress, “Stand up! Remove your plug! On the bench!”
They silently watched. In my trance-like state, I simply did as told. Knowing what was about to happen, slid my ass forward on the bench, so Sam would have easy access to fuck me.
“Grab your dumbbells.”
I laid there naked, legs spread wide, curling my dumbbells, while they appraised me. Sam was now naked, and his cock was fully hard. His cock was LARGE!
I had never considered being fucked by a large cock.
He was on his knees, between my legs, and the level was perfect.
My plug-stretched ass welcomed the large invader, and he slid in easily, and I heard myself moan. It felt great!
Mistress Leigh kneeled next to me, and with a lotioned hand, began stroking my cock. My mind said NO, but my body took over, and I was in ecstasy.
She looked to Sam, “I want you both to cum at the same time.”
Sam was getting into it, looking down at me, I tried to look away, and Mistress noticed, “Look at your Master!” And our eyes met.
I could read his face, his enjoyment, his grimaces. He went slowly, then sped up, deeper, then shallower, he was relishing the moment.
Sam said, “I’m getting ready!”
Mistress Leigh watched our faces, and right before orgasm, she removed her hand, letting my cock untouched, UNABLE TO CUM!
She smiled down at me, “Make yourself cum. Cum while your Master fucks you!”
And I DID! I grabbed my cock!
I felt my ass become warm and super-slick, as his semen burst into me.
My ass clamped on his cock as I came; I could tell he could feel me coming, which added to his pleasure.
I felt his cock exit my ass; it was more sensitive than I’d imagined.
Gobs of cum covered my chest; I’d blasted a huge load.
Mistress, still kneeling next to me, scooped some cum on her finger, and into my mouth. Panting from my orgasm, I licked, to Sam’s amusement.
Sam took a shower, but I was made to stay naked, and serve Jana and Mistress.
They wanted me to experience cum running out, and down my leg.
It was indescribable! Not being allowed to wipe! Just let it collect, and then flow down my leg. (A new level of submission).
Sam returned from his shower, and Mistress allowed me (finally) to go shower.
In the shower, I thought, since I’d become a slave, every sexual thought was of Mistress Leigh, and Jana; no others, ever. They were quite different, Mistress was serious, imaginative, and demanding, while Jana was playful.
Now Sam would be part of my sexuality.
That night at dinner, he was engaging, considerate, and interesting. We conversed as equals. We actually liked and enjoyed each other. Whatever homophobia resided in my mind, it was purged. I’d welcome him as a sexual partner, any time.