Date: Wed, 2 Oct 2013 13:53:01 +0100
From: Adam Bakar <subslaveadam@gmail.com>
Subject: Asian Slave Submits 2

Picking up from the previous chapter where I had met with Rewan and Greg
for the first time. My 'audition' to be their fucktoy was about to begin.

As always, feedback and thoughts welcomed. Please be gentle, as English
isn't my first language and I'm still learning. This is my first attempt at
sharing my writing.

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Corrigendum: I used to live in Kuala Lumpur where the events in the first
few chapters happened, about 18 months ago. I am now based in Europe. I
should've worded this better in the previous chapter. Apologies.


ASIAN SLAVE SUBMITS 2

	I was led to the massive bathroom in the apartment and then
commanded to spread my legs.

	"Just an enema, boy. You know the drill, so just follow our
orders. Don't make a mess," said Greg.

	A slim nozzle was pushed against my tight hole, but my sphincter
resisted the intrusion. Rewan then pinched and twisted my nipples and I
instinctively let the nozzle pass into my rectum. I looked up to Rewan's
face and he gave me a cheeky wink and that sexy smile again - he had
discovered my 'magic buttons'. Water then filled my rectum and bowel, tepid
but it felt cold to me. I was ordered to hold it in and not let a single
drop out. It was not long before I felt the impending cramp built up in me,
yet water continued to flow in.

	All this while Greg was watching the grimaces on my face as I bit
my lip from the cramp. He grabbed my chin and told me to look into his
eyes. Finally the flow of water ceased but the nozzle remained in my
rectum. Greg continued to hold my gaze while his other hand turned on the
tap once again and more water flowed into me. I bit my lip again as the
cramp grew and then he turned off the tap. This sadistic cycle was repeated
a few times until I felt my abdomen bulged out obscenely and I shook my
head a few times in protest. The cramp had turned into a discomfort. Greg
let out a short laugh and turned off the tap for the final time.

	I made a mental note to myself to be wary of Greg. He's definitely
a brutal dom.

	The nozzle was then removed, but not before I was warned to keep
the water in. I did my best, but a few drops trickled down the inside of my
legs. It must've felt like an eternity, but I was finally allowed to let
the water out in the toilet, which came out crystal clear to my great
relief. I'm proud that I satisfied them in cleaning myself out. I was then
ordered to shower and clean myself thoroughly.

	I strolled back to the living room once I've dried myself and was
taken aback with what looked like a bunch of metal and leather contraptions
on the coffee table. Rewan did give me a list of the bondage gear they
owned when we chatted 2 days ago, but I didn't expect it to be used so
soon. I wasn't familiar with most of the gear then, so a quick google
search revealed some terrifying images of slaves in absolute pain.

I acknowledged the fact that some of the slaves in those images were actors
or were embellishing their reaction, nonetheless it scared me
shitless. Both of them assured me that the gear were not designed to
inflict pain, but to heighten pleasure. I consented, yet somehow understood
that it was to heighten their pleasure, not mine.

	Greg picked up a thick, sturdy slave collar with the word
'FUCKSLAVE' clearly spelled out, and clasped it around my neck in a tight
yet comfortable fit. A flat leather strap extended from the collar halfway
down the back of my body. This strap was connected to a pair of thick and
heavy leather cuffs, which Rewan proceeded to cuff both of my wrists behind
my back. The collar-strap-cuffs contraption was designed so that my
forearms rested on the middle of my back, rather than lower, so that my
arms formed a 90 degrees angle at the elbows. It was uncomfortable, but not
painful.

	A pair of leather cuffs were clasped around my ankles, but not
attached to each other. Then I heard a few 'clicks' of padlocks and the
jingling of keys. I knew then that they meant business.

	A leather ball stretcher was next, and I was glad that I always
kept myself smooth around my pubes and balls, not that I have much hair
there or anywhere on my body anyway. In fact, as of now, the only hairs I
have are on my head and armpits. I'm actually quite proud of my smooth body
as the lack of hair accentuated my muscle tone. I was glad that they were
gentle on my dainty balls, as the stretcher was thick and stiff.

	At this point my cock had stirred into a semi-hard state, as the
ordeal was starting to arouse me. It was such a turn-on to see both of them
working in unison, like seasoned hands, putting the gear on me.

	I saw a grin forming on Rewan's face and somehow knew that nipple
clamps were next. He pinched, pulled and twisted my nipples, kneaded them
between his thumb and forefinger as I hummed in pleasure. His grin turned
into that sexy smile again as he moved to stand behind me. The assault
continued as he leaned slightly over my shoulder to kiss me, gentle yet
full of passion. I closed my eyes instinctively to enjoy the moment, which
was a mistake.

At this precise moment, when I was caught off guard, Greg applied the
clamps. I broke Rewan's kiss and let out throaty groan - it was the first
mixture of pleasure and pain I felt that weekend, but certainly not the
last.

	I looked down at the clamps on my nipples but what caught my
attention was my own raging hard-on, which appeared to be slightly bigger
now that my balls were stretched. I groaned again as Greg tugged the chain
connecting the clamps a few times, testing that they're attached
securely. This made the clamps to dug deeper onto my nipples and my cock to
flick upwards in response to each tug.

	"It seems that your nipples are wired not only to your arse, but
also to your cock. Is that too painful, boy?" asked Rewan. I nodded my head
a few times.

	"Is it also pleasurable?" he asked again. I hesitated to answer and
remained silent.

	"Master Rewan asked you a question, boy - answer him!" commanded
Master Greg as he slapped my rock-hard cock with his hand, causing me to
yelp in pain.

	"Ah! Yes... yes it is," I replied.

	"Yes what, boy? I didn't quite hear you," asked Master Greg as
another slap landed on my cock. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fist in
pain, my breathing rapid and shallow, but I manned up and didn't cry out.

	"Yes it is very pleasurable, Sir!"

	"That's better. Remember your place, boy. Your cock seems to enjoy
the clamps, so we'll leave it on. Quite a nice cock you have there by the
way, shame it won't be getting any attention this weekend," teased Master
Greg. Part of the agreement that we had for the `audition' was that I
wasn't allowed to touch or play with my cock without permission.

It seemed like the short end of the stick, but I've learned from experience
that it was extremely difficult for me to continue being fucked after I had
cum. The longer I denied myself an orgasm, the more intense it became. Also
there's nothing quite like the feeling of cumming without touching myself
while being fucked.

	I was then ordered to bend my upper body over slightly, spread my
legs and stick my arse out. A humbler was attached to my balls, made easier
with the ball stretcher already in place. This prevented me from standing
straight, forcing my pert butt out. Master Rewan shoved a brown vial under
my nose and told me to take a good sniff, saying that I would need it.

	I had taken poppers before, so I took 2 long hits. Heavy padlocks
were added to the chain connecting my nipple clamps to weight them down,
and I was ordered to hold that position. Both Masters Greg and Rewan took a
step back to admire their handiwork.

	I felt light-headed as the weights were flicked so they swing from
my nipples and my arse was spanked. As the poppers beginning to hit me, the
fine line between pleasure and pain started to blur, melding into one as I
surrender myself to lust and letting it take control of my
inhibitions. Wild thoughts swam in my head... to expect pain and to receive
it gladly for the pleasure of my masters... that their pleasure was
ultimately my pleasure. I spread my legs and stuck my ass out further in
response to the hands that were now molesting my arse. Maybe I was destined
to obey them... to exist purely for their sexual pleasure. Coming out from
my reverie, I felt their fingers trying to gain entry into my rectum...

	"...still very tight. But did you see his hole pucker in and out?
He's a natural bottom sub," said a voice, probably Master Rewan.

	"Hmm. Let's see what the other hole is like," said Master Greg.

	A hand rested on my shoulder, guided me down on my knees and
straightened my back. The pressure on my balls was finally relieved and I
came down from my poppers high, fully aware of my surrounding again.

	Both Masters Rewan and Greg came into view again as they moved to
my front, with Master Rewan in the process of taking his t-shirt off. I saw
his back first, nicely tanned, the muscles contracting and relaxing with
his movements. When he turned around and dropped his shorts, I was treated
with quite a sight: Master Rewan was the perfect specimen of a Nordic stud.

	Straight blond hair bleached by the tropical sun, handsome face,
broad shoulder that tapered down to a slim waist with flat V-shaped pelvis,
muscular pecs that crowns a 6-pack abs, strong arms snaked with veins, and
sturdy legs with a light dusting of fine golden hairs. His uncut cock was
already hard and it looked bigger than the 8 inches in his pics; of uniform
thickness that curved gently upwards. Master Rewan was, and had, the
perfect package.

	I turned to Master Greg and he was already naked. Straight dark
hair that frame a textbook rugged face you see on cologne ads. He had the
same swimmer build as Master Rewan, except for the dark treasure trail that
leads down to... my jaw dropped. That was the biggest flaccid uncut cock I
have ever seen, as long and thick as Master Rewan's erect cock. I shudder
to think what it was like fully hard. I had died and gone to bottom heaven.

	Master Greg took advantage of my slack jaw and shoved his cock
in. I wasn't a champion cocksucker but I had my share of training, so I got
on working, my tongue exploring under his foreskin and keeping my teeth out
of the way. I barely got halfway down the shaft when it hit the back the
back of my mouth and I gagged, trying to eject it from my mouth. But Master
Greg was quicker than me, grabbing my hair and keeping his still soft cock
in there.

	Once again Master Greg's sadistic traits came to the fore, warning
me to keep my teeth out of the way while forcing as much as his cock into
my mouth. If my hands were free I could've wrapped them around his cock. I
kept on choking on it every few seconds.

	But this aroused him, as in no time his cock grew to full mast. It
was really HUGE! It had got to be about an inch longer than Master Rewan's,
perhaps slightly thicker. I was struggling to continue sucking; choking and
gagging in the process. This frustrated him as he yanked my head away from
his cock. He grabbed another leather and metal contraption that looked like
something dentists use to keep their patients' mouth open, and threw it at
Master Rewan.

	"You open his throat up, you're better at this. I don't have the
fucking patience," he said to Master Rewan. And with that he got himself a
drink, sat down on the couch and lit a cigarette while watching us.

	I was relieved, as Master Rewan was more gentle, but no less
firm. He removed the flat leather strap attaching my cuffed wrists to my
collar so my arms were free and I could balance myself. He put on the
spider gag on my mouth, led me to the couch and he sat down next to Master
Greg. I got on all fours between his strong thighs and was given another
hit of poppers. Master Rewan lit a cigarette and guided my mouth to his
cock.

	With my inhibitions once again disappearing, I got on working on
his cock and found that it was a lot easier with the spider gag. I could go
down on his cock without worrying about my teeth getting in the way, and my
tongue was free to lick his shaft. By the 5th try I was able deep throat
Master Rewan's cock, all the way down to the base.

	Yes it was irritating my throat, yes it cut off my breathing, and
yes my eyes were watering. With time I was able to control my breathing and
deep throat for longer, especially with the weights on the tit clamps
constantly stimulating my nipples, and in return, my cock and arse. The
occasional hit of poppers helped too. But what kept me going was the
contented look on Master Rewan's face as I continued to service his cock.

	"That is fucking hot, boy. Keep going. Look at how his eyes are
watering up but it didn't even bother him, Greg," said Master Rewan.

	Soon I got to taste Master Rewan's salty-sweet precum in my mouth,
and it sent me into a slutty frenzy. My head was bobbing up and down his
cock, trying to savour every single drop of his stud-nectar. But this
ecstasy was short-lived, as Master Greg yanked me off Master Rewan's cock
and grabbed the metal chain connecting my nipple clamps.

	"That's enough. His throat should be sufficiently open for my
cock. Let's move to the bedroom," said Master Greg.

	I followed them into the bedroom and was ordered to lie on my back,
with my head hanging off the foot of the bed. My cuffed wrists were
attached to the metal bedposts at each end. I was given another hit of
poppers and Master Greg shoved his monster cock deep in my mouth and hit
the back of my throat with little difficulty. In this position my mouth
aligned with my throat and allowed easy access. I gagged a few times but
Master Greg continued to throat-rape me and all I could do was pace my
breathing to match his rhythm.

	I could tell that he was enjoying using my throat as he moaned
gleefully a few times. At the other end, Master Rewan spread my legs and
rimmed me. They took turns fucking my throat while the other spanked and
teased my arse open and, with me manhandled into various positions: on my
back, on my side and on all fours. The chain connecting my tit clamps was
used liberally to further assert their dominance over me when it was
grabbed to shuttle me between their cocks.

	At no point were my 2 dom masters seen touching, playing or even
kissing each other, which further reinforced the notion that they're just
mates. Their attention was always on me, or rather, they were dancing a
carefully choreographed routine of sharing me as their plaything. The
combination of feasting on 2 very fine cocks, the nipple clamps and hits of
poppers kept my own cock hard and dripping precum. True to their word, my
cock was completely ignored while being used.

	Soon I was stimulated enough to be able to take 1, 2, then 3
fingers up my arse, with the help of copious amount of saliva I produced
from cocksucking with a spider gag. I must had been sucking them for over
an hour, maybe more, at this point. Not that it mattered. I was in cock
heaven and my inner pig came to the fore, cock-hungry. I was allowed to
worship their taut bodies and licked the salty sweat on their skin. The
thought and the experience of being used this way was strangely liberating,
the heady smell of their stud-musk made me more willing and pliable.

	Seeing that I was able to take 3 fingers up my arse and that I was
totally horned-up, Master Greg decided that it was time for me to get
fucked. I felt the urgency in his voice as he ordered me to assume position
at the end of the bed again.

	My cuffed wrists were once again attached to the bedposts, head
down and the humbler forcing my arse up. I knew what was coming when Master
Rewan positioned himself in front of me and Master Greg at the back,
slapping his massive fucktool on my arsehole.

	"Sirs, may I ask that Master Rewan be the one to open me up," I
mumbled almost unintelligibly through the spider gag, hoping that Master
Rewan's slightly smaller cock would be less painful.

	"Shut up, fuckhole. Take what you're given," said Master Greg
sternly, slapping my arse.

	"Please be gentle, Sir... slowly please," I pleaded again, which
was ignored as I was given another hit of poppers and fed Master Rewan's
cock.

	I wasn't sure if it was the combination of my arsehole loosening
up, or the generous lube applied, but Master Greg shoved his 9 inches of
thick monster meat into me in one fell swoop, but managed to get only 3/4
in before his cockhead hit the other end of my rectum. There was simply no
more room in my tiny arse. I wanted to scream, but no sound came out, as
Master Rewan shoved his own cock deep down my throat at that precise
moment.

	"This isn't good enough, fuckslave. You WILL take all of it,"
ordered Master Greg. And with that he forced the last 1/4 in, right down to
the base of his cock.

	The pain was U-N-B-E-A-R-A-B-L-E!!! My insides burned and I felt
like my arse was about to explode from being overstretched. I started to
panic and was trying to pull my arse away, but the humbler kept my arse in
place. I was close to fainting, but then the poppers high hit me, and I
convinced myself that the pain was only imaginary, that it was only
clouding the real pleasure that I was supposed to feel.

	"Oh yeah, this is one sweet arse - fits like a glove," said Master
Greg, his voice full of glee, resting the full length of his cock in me for
a few seconds. This lulled me into a false sense of security as my tiny
arse was adjusting to the intruder's sheer size. This was but the calm
before the raging storm.

	Master Greg was ruthless when the fucking started. He cared for
nothing and no one else but his cock and pleasuring it. He fucked me
mercilessly, almost jackrabbit style, in rapid in-and-out rhythm. Every
last inch of his cock was given the pleasure of pillaging my tiny
overstretched hole, as he withdrew just so that only his cockhead was
inside me, then slamming it home ball deep, intermittently slapping my arse
if I moved or fidgeted even a little bit. My arse wasn't going anywhere
until he was done with it, and he took his fucking sweet time.

	I lay there immobilised, eyelids heavy, having a total out-of-body
experience while my mind were transcending from the realm of absolute pain
to sheer pleasure. I pictured myself being pounded on both ends, arse up in
the air, my hard cock leaking even more precum and bouncing to the rhythm
of the fucking, nipple clamps jingling, 2 hot studs using my holes for
nothing but cumdumping. Wow that scene looked hot!

	"You like that don't you, being spit-roasted like a fuckwhore you
are. Feel my fuckrod in you, savour all of it," grunted Master Greg through
gritted teeth, ramping up his fucking pace. This brought me out of my
autoscopy back into my body. I opened my eyes to see that Master Rewan has
quickened his pace too, his thick cock sliding in and out of my mouth. Oh
yes I felt Master Greg's cock too, all 9 inches of it, and his order to
savour it made something clicked in my brain.

	I risked another stinging spank by re-adjusting my arse slightly to
align it with Master Greg's cock. This new angle made the humbler pulled my
balls slightly further, but it made Master Greg's cock hit the G-spot that
was my prostate. Total pleasure flooded throughout my body. I was in
submissive-bottom-cumslut nirvana.

	I lost track of how long I was in that state of bliss, 30 or 45
minutes probably, but I didn't want it to end. Master Rewan was the first
to show telltale signs that he was about to climax. The sight of his best
mate fucking a willing bottom's tiny hole totally turned him on. Master
Greg must had looked triumphantly stud-like, sweat pouring off him while
subjugating a fuckslave to his will; to his massive fucktool.

	Sensing that he was close, Master Rewan gave me one last hit of
poppers, reached under me to release my tit clamps and rubbed my
nipples. This combination of light-headedness and blood flooding back into
my nipples sent me into intense overdrive, as my tongue and throat
enveloped his dick ball-deep and tightly in my mouth, holding it fast. If
this was the reaction he was looking for, he definitely got it. Master
Rewan let out a relieved moan and came straight down my throat, his spurts
of cum hitting the back of my throat in broken streams.

	The taste of Master Rewan's cum triggered my own climax. It was the
beginning of a fierce orgasm that centred on my stimulated G-spot and
spread all over my body. I shuddered, tensed, and the floodgates opened,
the surge of cum jetting out of my cock to coincide with Master Greg's
fucking rhythm.

	This in turn caused my sphincter and anal muscles to clamped down
hard on Master Greg's cock, which proved too much for him. In one final
thrust he rammed all of his monster cock into my tensed arse, let out a
long grunt, and released the torrents of his stud-juice deep in me... 6, 7,
8 squirts of cum, maybe more... it seemed to take forever, and I wonder how
could that volume of cum remained in my hole. There were simply no more
room there.

	It obviously didn't remain long in my hole. When Master Greg
stopped shuddering, his cum dribbled out of my arsehole, forcing its way
out even though my sphincter was stretched to its limits by Master Greg's
still hard cock. Master Rewan released the humbler that locked me in that
`arse-up' position and all of us collapsed in a heap, Master Greg on top of
me and Master Rewan on the bed next to us.

	We lay there drenched in our own sweat, spent, in that post-fucking
euphoria trying to catch our runaway breath. Fatigue finally caught up and
I felt awareness draining from me, but I was mistaken to think that I can
finally rest. Master Greg grabbed a fistful of my hair and spoke into my
ear.

	"You have been bred by our cum now, slut, and we have claimed you
as ours, and ours alone. That is my hard cock still buried deep in you and
it will return again to claim its right of place there. You will spend the
whole weekend opening up your boycunt to us..." said Master Greg, his voice
trailing off as I gave in to my tiredness and passed out.

*

Next chapter coming soon...