Date: Sat, 1 Nov 2014 12:20:39 +0000
From: Adam Bakar <subslaveadam@gmail.com>
Subject: Asian Slave Submits 5

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ASIAN SLAVE SUBMITS 5


	I woke up in a groggy daze when the bullet vibrator was pulled out
of my arse. Master Rewan quickly replaced his already hard cock in it. We
were lying on our sides with my back against his front, as I pulled my left
leg up to give him more access. My head was lying on his right arm, which
turned my head so he could kiss me. Instinctively, I wriggled my arse on
his curved cock and tightened my sphincter to massage it. There were no
urgency, no immediate rush to get himself off as he allowed me to lead.


	I felt dirty. Dried cum on my face giving off musty smell. I felt
slutty. My fuckhole still slick from my Masters' cum and my own assjuice. I
felt sticky and clammy. A mixture of precum, sweat, piss and cum clung to
our skins. In fact the whole bedroom smelt like a sleazy fuckden.


	I felt used and abused. But as a fuckslave, I counted myself
lucky. Both my masters lived up to their stud reputation: the sexual
swagger and confidence, the youthful energy, the lean defined physiques,
the sizeable cocks and most importantly the knowledge of what to do with
them. I was theirs to do as they please.


	Then there was also the sleazy uninhibited fucking balanced by the
gentle sensual coitus. Just like what Master Rewan was doing. Balancing. He
traced his fingers over my chest and abs, taking his time to touch me and
getting to know my body. A contrast to the rough and tumble of Master
Greg's dominance.


	Arching my back to gain more leverage, I rocked my arse back and
forth, stroking his cock. Master Rewan responded with a passionate kiss,
his tongue invading my mouth, his hand caressing my cheek. His tanned hands
found my dark brown nipples and tweaked them, kneading them between his
fingers. I moaned softly into his mouth.


	It was past midday, as the scorching afternoon sun lighted a halo
around the drawn curtains. The bedroom was just barely cool, slightly
humid. I was enjoying the slow fucking when 2 rigid fingers hooked
themselves in my arse and invaded it. I drew a sharp intake of breath
through my nose. Master Greg had roused.


	He pulled my body closer to his, dislodging Master Rewan's cock
from my arse, and twisted my body around so I had my back against his
front. He then filled my empty arse with his cock. That was cruel; I was
enjoying Master Rewan's. But as their fuckslave, I obeyed. Master Greg
started on a new fucking rhythm: shoving his hard cock all the way in one
swift move, before withdrawing slowly.


	Master Rewan got up to switch on the A/C and came back with some
water, then got into the bed. Master Greg's fucking suddenly slowed, then
stopped, his cock fully buried in my arse. Did he fall asleep? I waited for
a few seconds before trying to pry myself away from his cock, but Master
Greg's arms held me fast.


	"No, leave my cock there. The least that a cockslave can do while
his Master sleep," said Master Greg lazily. Master Rewan offered me some
water then snuggled in closer to me, sandwiching me again.


* * *


	I lay awake for ages while my masters slept. Master Greg's cock
remained hard, softened a couple of times, but grew hard again as I
massaged it with my arse. I dared not let it go soft and risked it falling
out. Yet at the same time I couldn't sleep with my arse stuffed. It
mattered not, I was determined to enjoy every second of being the Asian
meat in this slumber sandwich.


	In that twilight zone between waking and sleeping, thoughts danced
in my head. The whirlwind of events since I met my masters played
haphazardly in my head. Did I think that I would submit myself this way?
No. Was I looking forward to what my Masters had in store for the final few
hours of my 'audition'? Yes!


	It was Master Greg who woke up first, mumbling something about
feeling dirty. He withdrew his cock from my arse and gave it a sharp slap
that jolted me awake.


	"Get dressed, fuckwhore," he said curtly. "Rewan, let's go to the
sauna. I want a good wash."


	More like a good fuck, I thought to myself. Master Rewan
nonchalantly obliged. I scanned the room for my clothes and picked them up
as that familiar feeling of dread crept in me - we're going out in public
again. Master Greg snapped his fingers twice to draw my attention and
pointed to the foot of the bed where he stood. He was holding the bullet
vibrator in one hand and the tit clamps in the other.


	Instinctively and without thinking I presented myself to him: legs
apart, arms back, eyes down and chest out. I wasn't sure if that was the
standard presentation position but an absent reaction from Master Greg was
a good reaction. Tit clamps went on, the bite dug sweetly on my nipples,
and then I leaned over the bed.


	Master Greg grabbed me by the throat then penetrated me with his
fat cock, balls deep, and pulled my lithe body close to his defined
one. The ease of the rough invasion into my well-fucked hole surprised me,
as a familiar lust filled me. Not discomfort, but lust. Master Greg rested
his head on my shoulder in that dominant position he favoured.


	"Submission: that's all you cocksluts have in common. You don't
need to understand, you just need to be," he said sagaciously.


	And just like that he withdrew his fucktool and shoved the bullet
vibrator in me. A piss poor substitute indeed. I would've preferred for him
to fuck me right there and then, but it wasn't my place as a fuckslave to
demand. A slap landed on my arse, firm but nuanced with satisfaction.


	I checked myself on the mirror after getting dressed: yes, if you
look closely you might notice the tit clamps under my top - the silhouette
was there. Yes, the bullet vibrator would give me a raging hardon and a wet
patch of precum. Yes I looked like a whore. I felt... like a submissive
whore. I am... my masters' personal fuckwhore.


	Therein lies the culmination of my 2 day 'audition' - feeling and
being submissive. Would looking like a whore in public feed my paranoia? I
hope not. I just needed to be, to submit. And that was exactly what I did
as we walked out of the apartment, down the corridor, down the lift and out
to the dusky light of the city.


	I submitted unquestioningly too on the taxi ride as Master Greg
fiddled with the controls to the bullet vibrator. It wasn't surreal anymore
as I let my body respond to the stimuli naturally. The absence of
conflicting thoughts were strangely liberating. It was reckless of me to
trust Master Greg this way, but in retrospect I did trust him, without
knowing or understanding why I did. Master Greg was right, I didn't need to
understand.


	Did the taxi driver deduce the dynamic of my connection to my
masters? Did he notice my skimpy clothes; the tit clamps; the growing wet
patch on my crotch? My hardon? The way my body fidgeted in response to the
vibrator? Even if he did, he chose to ignore it; jovially chatting away in
his pidgin English to Master Rewan, recommending a few massage parlours in
the city.


	I had never been to a gay sauna before and hadn't the notion to
entertain my trepidation of going to one, at least not on this taxi ride. I
was focusing on submitting to Master Greg, letting the pleasure of his
dominance wash all over me. The taxi driver didn't bat an eyelid as he
stopped exactly outside the address Master Rewan had given him; the sauna
looking quite unassuming on this row of shoplots just outside the city.


	The receptionist's eyes lit the moment we walked in, a big smile on
his face welcoming my masters to the sauna and fawning over them. Yet I
didn't get a warm hello, just a cursory nod. Typical. With his disarming
charm, Master Rewan chatted and flirted with him and was rewarded with a
discounted entry for himself and Master Greg, which left me fiddling my
pockets for my wallet. Master Rewan whispered into the receptionist's ear,
then winked at him, and flashed his trademark sexy smile. The receptionist
obliged and ushered us in, but not before shooting me a disgusted look.


	I followed my masters to the locker area, undressed and stored my
clothes. I saw a few guys with towels wrapped around their waist and
proceeded to do the same, but Master Greg stopped me.


	"You wouldn't be needing that," he said and threw our towels in the
lockers. Master Rewan carried his on his shoulder. Yes, it seemed that I
would be walking around this sauna in my birthday suit, just as Master
Greg. I felt a little embarrassed, then reminded myself that I had no
reason to. I was in a good shape, a little lean yes, but still good. Plus I
was flanked by 2 hung white studs, so I might as well flaunt it.


	The sauna was pretty busy; there were men of all ages, all of them
Asians. Surprisingly, most of them had low or average BMI, a few hotties
too. We drew attention as we made our way through the sauna, hungry eyes
taking in the sight of us, well, more so the sight of 2 white adonis in all
their full glory. My masters led the way exploring each floors, with me
obediently following, trying to hide my modesty with my hands.


	There were guys just hanging around, lounging and checking each
other out. The atmosphere were not quite tense, but there weren't any
cordial chatter either, except for a few quick whispers as we passed. One
guy even tapped another guy's shoulder and gestured towards us. The
entrance to the steam room that led to the dark room had high traffic, but
we didn't go in there. The shower cubicles were empty, despite the throng
of guys around the area; perhaps due to the fact that there were no doors
or shower curtains on them.


	The corridors to the cabins were packed, with roving guys pausing
to crowd by open doors. But most of the cabins had their door shut. I heard
intermittent moaning and groaning coming from them, which were kinda
hot. Through the open doors I gleaned guys alone, with another or in
another small group, in various state of undress. Most of the cabins with
only 1 guy inside were lying down and arse up, with either a towel on or
off.


	I must've looked like a rabbit in headlights, compared to the
composed confidence exuded by my masters. I wasn't naive; I knew what
happens in a gay sauna. Yet seeing it for the first time was a different
matter altogether. Soon, we reached the top floor where my masters lit
cigarettes by the window. Master Greg took a drag from his and handed it to
me, mumbled something about checking out the maze and left us.


	"Are you alright?" asked Master Rewan.


	I nodded.


	"First time?"


	I nodded again.


	"Nervous?"


	I shook my head. Master Rewan took another drag, studied me, then
blew the smoke in my face.


	"Just relax and do as we say," he said as he shot me his sexy
smile.


	Just then an Asian guy with a swimmer build approached us and
started touching Master Rewan's cock, whom responded with an extended pinch
and tweak of the guy's nipples. He started to stroke Master Rewan's cock
while moaning in reaction to the nipple work. All this while I was standing
there like a twat, frozen, not knowing what to do, but not taking my eyes
off them. I must admit I felt a small pang of jealousy, but again, it
wasn't my place to voice it.


	In no time, Master Rewan's perfect cock grew to full mast, gently
curving upwards. It took swimmer guy by surprise at the sheer size of it,
probably the biggest he had seen in a while. He nodded to Master Rewan and
gestured for them to find somewhere less exposed, perhaps to a private
cabin. He was pretty good looking, had the swagger and I accepted that
Master Rewan may want to leave with him. To my surprise Master Rewan
declined, said "maybe later" and put his arm over my shoulders. Swimmer guy
moved away.


	Then, what can only be described as a gaggle of 3 quite effeminate
Asian twinks approached us and chatted up Master Rewan while feeling his
ripped abs, admiring and giggling at his rock hard cock. They commented on
how big it was, and that it was so white in contrast to his tanned
body. They inquired if Master Rewan and me were boyfriends, to which Master
Rewan laughed and winked but said nothing, prompting a very girly
"oooooooooooh" out of them. I grew tired of them fangirl-ing and glanced
across the room to realise that almost all eyes are on on us. Well on
Master Rewan really.


	They then inquired about my tit clamps when Master Greg appeared
out of nowhere. He abruptly grabbed the chain connecting my nipple clamps
and led me away.


	If I hadn't really noticed it before, I certainly did now. A
dedicated crowd was starting to trail us. But Master Rewan was nowhere to
be seen, probably still talking to the twinks. Either way I had more
crucial things to worry about, like trying not to stumble behind Master
Greg while attempting to cover my cock.


	We arrived at one of the bigger shower cubicle big enough for 4-5
people. Master Greg turned the shower on and commanded me to wash him and I
proceeded to soap him up, taking time to feel the hard muscles on his
body. I relished this as I was never accorded the privilege before. Perhaps
we were in a sauna, though I suspect he just wanted to exert his dominance,
and my cock grew half-erect in response.


	Master Rewan then appeared, edging himself through the throng of
guys watching us, into the cubicle. Without any orders I soaped up Master
Rewan too, feeling the familiar contours of muscles of my blond Viking
warrior. With my back turned, Master Greg took the opportunity to start
rubbing his flaccid cock on my arse crack, simulating fucking me. He went
into rough mode immediately, spurred on by that feral dominant beast in
him, to grab my hair spun me around and forced me down to his cock.


	I got to work immediately as I gobbled up his cock, tasting
slightly alkaline from residual soap. Out of the corner of my eyes, I
guesstimated the crowd had grown to about 3-4 man deep, yet strangely none
dared to approach or join us. I shoved whatever remnant of apprehension and
anxiety I had to the back of my head and focused on the fellatio. Master
Greg held fast to my hair, using it as leverage to skull-fuck me.


	Without a spider gag, I found it hard to accommodate Master Greg's
growing cock and soon my teeth got in the way. It was difficult to breathe
through my nose with shower water trickling down my face. Master Rewan,
eagle-eye as ever, turned it off. But it wasn't enough to help me
deepthroat Master Greg's 9 inch cock.


	Frustrated, again, Master Greg pried my mouth away and told me to
work on his balls, which I gladly did. I was mesmerised at how his cock
grew as he slapped his angry serpent on my face. Soon it reached its
monstrous size and I braced myself for what was to come.


	Master Greg pulled me up to stand, pushed me to the cubicle wall
with my back against it. Lifting my right leg with his strong left arm, he
guided his massive fuckrod home to my well-plowed hole. There was a
tingling feeling of pain as his cockhead invaded, but more so from the
awkward position I was in.


	We were facing each other and I saw Master Greg's face full of
lustful rage, yet he couldn't really ram his cock in fully, forgetting that
the bullet vibrator was still in my arse. After fumbling for the string, he
yanked the vibrator out just as a brown vial appeared under my nose. I
didn't really need it but took a couple of long hits anyway. I refused to
acknowledge the impending pain. I wanted to only feel pleasure.


	As my hands weren't restrained, Master Rewan gave me the poppers to
hold. Master Greg's cock slid into my hole easily... well, easier than it
did 2 days ago. The poppers haze mingled erotically with this huge cock
ravaging my arse, so I closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling. My cock grew to
full mast; I was completely turned on being used as a fuckhole in a public
like this.


	I never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, but I discovered
then that I liked to be watched while being fucked. It must had been quite
a treat for the onlookers watching Master Greg's gigantic white cock
disappear into my tiny brown arse. I opened my eyes to see the crowds had
grown that they were spilling into the cubicle. Egged on by the spectators,
I decided to up the ante. I hooked my arms around Master Greg's neck and
wrapped my legs around his waist.


	This gave him more access to impale his cock ball deep into me,
hugging me closer, our bodies rubbing the tit clamps that it dug deeper on
my nipples. What an erotic predicament to be in! I let gravity pull my arse
down onto Master Greg's cock as I massaged it with my arse. I turned into
this cock-crazed bottom slut buoyant on poppers-induced lust witnessed by
other guys in a gay sauna.


	After a few sequence of fucking, Master Greg struggled to keep his
footing on the wet floor. He supported my body weight with ease, even
enjoyed the complete surrender of my arse-chute. But he almost slipped a
couple of times and we risked breaking our necks. Undeterred, Master Greg
held me firm with his sinewy arms and carried me out of the cubicle while I
was still impaled on his cock.


	"Move," he commanded to the crowd, which separated to allow us out.


	Exactly like Moses and the parting of the Red Sea. It was an
incredible feat by Master Greg, carrying me effortlessly, his muscles
bulging and straining in sync with his movement. It turned me on and kept
my own cock hard. His determination to continue fucking was a given, he had
voiced frustration at the inability of local bottoms to take his cock. It
took a lot of effort and bondage for me to take it initially, remember?


	Master Greg was a dominant top that knew what he wanted and seized
it. He wanted to use my arse to pleasure his cock and if that meant abusing
my wrecked hole for his satisfaction, he'd do it. He carried me all the way
to the steam room and placed me on the tiered seating against the wall.


	"Doggy style. Face the wall," he commanded succinctly.


Master Greg jumped straight into his signature piston fucking, producing
loud slapping sound as his pelvis met my arse, tit clamps jingling on my
nipples in unison. I took a sharp intake of breath as his monster cock
pillaged and distended my rectum. Master Rewan sat on a raised tier in
front of me, so that my face was level with his cock. I took a hit of
poppers and got sucking. The crowd had followed us there, determined not to
miss out on the action, and surrounded us. They were just inches away, with
their cocks out in various state of erections.


	All I needed to do was spread my legs and open my mouth, nothing
else. The force of Master Greg's thrusts drove Master Rewan's cock deeper
down my throat, a position that I had grown familiar with and enjoyed for
the past 2 days. Except this time I wanted nothing more than to have Master
Greg's fuckpole abuse and destroy my small arse, while gagging and retching
on Master Rewan's no less impressive fuckrod.

	It must had been a sight to the voyeurs, watching a lean Asian slut
being spit roasted by 2 hung Caucasian studs, turned on by the way Master
Greg's massive cock grotesquely vanished in my arse. I paused from
deepthroating Master Rewan's dick to glance behind me. 2 Asian guys were
worshipping Master Greg's body, running their hands all over him and
kissing his taut body. I was pretty sure that he was fingering both their
arses at the same time too, all the while maintaining his fucking pace on
me.


	Looking up to Master Rewan, he was now snogging the swimmer guy
from earlier and another pang of jealousy hit me, which made me suck
harder. I took liberal hits of poppers and swallowed his cock all the way
to the base, deepthroating it for longer while massaging it with my tongue
and throat. Master Rewan responded by placing a hand on my head, which
reassured me.


	I didn't endure the abuse to my holes this time; I enjoyed it
instead. The hardness of Master Greg's cock jabbing my prostate, the salty
taste of Master Rewan's precum tickling my throat, the sharpness of the tit
clamps biting my nipples. I was in bottom heaven again. The longer it went,
the more I wanted it. I didn't want the spit-roast to end.


	After a while I felt a hand on my cock, pumping it and and fondling
my balls. Then there were hands around my arsehole, fingering and feeling
Master Greg's cock relentless pounding. I was sure that it wasn't Master
Greg; he's a dominant top and he would never degrade himself that way. It
was when I felt hands on my nipples and tit clamps that I realised the
crowd had fully joined in. Pretty soon the hand on my cock was replaced by
a mouth, enveloping it in velvety wetness. Whoever it was must had a close
up view of Master Greg's cock fucking my arse, while sucking me. Now that
was a front row ticket money can't buy.


	Resolved to gain more access to my abused arse, Master Greg lifted
my right leg to spread my arsecheeks further. I must have looked like a dog
trying to piss on a lampost! But it certainly did the trick as Master Greg
ramped up his fucking pace; if he shoved his cock any harder his balls
would disappear in my arse too!!


	This in turn gave my cocksucker more access to my cock and balls,
and soon another mouth had joined in. At first they were taking turns
sucking my cock but proceeded to suck in unison. Oh man it felt good. I had
never been sucked while being fucked, so it was another first for me.


	A while later I felt an unfamiliar wetness on my back. I extended
my hand to it and it felt sticky. Cum sticky. One of the spectators
obviously couldn't hold it any longer. Then I felt another cum stream
landed on my back, which made 2 of them. This must had pushed Master Greg
nearer to the edge, as his fucking pace quickened to a new speed, and I
responded by tightening my arshole to match his inward thrust. Within
seconds I heard him groan as his fucking slowed, and with a final grunt
Master Greg exploded, breeding me with his manseed. What a champion stud!


	He continued to fuck me in a slower rhythm as his cum filled my
rectum, then abruptly stopped. He waited until he caught his breath before
unceremoniously withdrawing his still hard cock, leaving my gaping hole
struggling to keep his jizz in.


	"Where are the condoms?" he asked Master Rewan. "I'm still hard and
I'm not taking chances with this lot."


	"Some in your locker," replied Master Rewan.


	"I'll be in the dark room. These bottoms are more likely to take my
cock if they can't see it."


	With that parting remark, Master Greg disappeared and a large
portion of the crowd followed him, including the hungry mouths that were
sucking my cock. I pried myself from Master Rewan's cock, suddenly unsure
of what to do. I looked to him for instructions, and braced myself for the
possibility that he might want to fuck any of the guys there too.


	Completely unfounded, as Master Rewan grabbed my tit chains to pull
me to his level. He stopped tweaking the swimmer guy's nipple and whispered
something to the guy's ear. Swimmer guy edged away from us, yet still
sitting close, stroking his own hard cock. I looked around and there were
still a handful of guys watching us.


	"Sit," ordered Master Rewan.


	I knelt slowly onto his veiny curved cock that slid in me smoothly
down to the very base. The combination of Master Greg's cum and my own
saliva on Master Rewan's cock helped. Also the fact that my arse had been
punish-fucked into submission to take 2 monster cocks certainly helped. No
pain, no gain. Master Rewan did a peculiar thing - he wiped the remainder
of cum on my back. I didn't ask why, I was too busy enjoying his fuckshaft.


	Unlike Master Greg's fat monster cock that stretched and always
demanded more from my arse, Master Rewan's fitted in like a glove. When
fully inserted, his cockhead rested on my sweet spot, exerting just enough
pressure for me to get a pre-orgasm feeling. My own cock, still hard,
produced its first bead of precum. I could stay in this position forever as
I closed my eyes to enjoy the moment.


	Master Rewan kept his grip on the tit chain and rattled it, waking
me from my reverie. Another guy sat down on Master Rewan's other side,
wanking his cock under a towel. There were probably more of them behind me
doing the same, getting turned on by Master Rewan fucking me. A few of them
started touching us, but Master Rewan gently pushed their hands away in
that 'look but don't touch' kinda way.


	I took a hit from the brown vial and Master Rewan started a gentle
rocking motion. He pulled the tit chain closer to him and our mouths met to
kiss. I rested my hands on his 6 pack and feasted on his steel pecs,
remembering every contours of his taut physique. Combined with the poppers
haze, I was in the zone, but a different one. The yin to Master Greg's
yang.


	I knelt up from my sitting position to give Master Rewan more
thrusting room. I tightened my anal ring to provide more friction; it was
too slick from all the cum from the past 2 days. He seemed to enjoy it,
increasing his fucking frequency in response. The sum of all the stimuli
made Master Rewan depart from his usual unhurried style. It almost pushed
him over: fucking my Asian arse after a long deepthroat session and playing
with my brown nipples while being watched by voyeurs. Soon his breathing
became laboured as he exhaled into my mouth.


	"Not yet, I want to savour this moment still," said Master Rewan,
suppressing his climax.


	He guided my hips down so that his cock was ball deep in my cummy
hole. I wasn't complaining - I loved the snug fullness. After he caught his
runaway breath, he pulled the tit chain closer again to kiss me. I never
thought that something simple as that could be erotic, but it was. Not in
an explosively orgasmic kinda way, but still hot.


	But I chafed at the bit having my nipples stimulated for an
extended time. They are wired to my cock, remember? I took Master Rewan's
cue when he moved his hips in that figure-of-8 motion like the day
before. I broke our kiss, rested my hands on my master's thighs and took
over the rocking motion, leaning back to let my tit chain go taut. In this
position, my master's cockhead exerted extra pressure on my prostate and I
started precumming again, lubricating my cock.


	Master Rewan let out a low moan, gripping my tit chain more
firmly. There was no way that both of us could stem the inevitable tide
building in our balls. I tightened my anal ring while riding my master's
curved cock, impaling all 8 inches of it deeper in me. Faceless hands began
to touch our bodies again as we worked up a fucking frenzy, but we didn't
mind them this time. I was getting distracted by fingers fondling my
arsehole, feeling my master's cock's thrusting movements.


	"Look at me," ordered Master Rewan urgently and I obeyed.


	He pulled the tit chain closer and my body followed
suit. Sandwiched between our torsi, my cock rubbed against Master Rewan's
individual ab muscle, the sensitive spot on my cockhead getting overly
stimulated. Master Rewan's chest rising and falling in quick succession as
our mingled breaths became shallower. Then it stopped altogether.


	I wasn't sure who came first, it was too close to call. We might
came simultaneously, actually. If we did, it was the first for me and it
was explosive - exactly the kind that stole our breaths away.


	Master Rewan gave an upward thrust that triggered a violent orgasm,
spewing his studjizz deep in me, as I spurted fountains of boycum on his
hard pecs and abs, drenching him. It took what seemed like forever for my
master's bucking to slow and even longer for my cum stream to break - I
never knew that I could produce so much cum! We never took our eyes off
each other, which added to the intensity of our climax.


	"Fuck yeah," cried Master Rewan, esctatic and satisfied, sporting
his trademark grin.


	We were still recovering when my master scooped up my cum on his
tight body, licked it off and then kissed me, sharing my cum with me. It
tasted salty, sluttily salty. We continued to snog for ages, well it felt
like ages, as we both stayed hard. Occasionally Master Rewan moved his hips
to churn the collected cum in my arse, which sent tickling jolt through my
body as his cock hit my oversensitive prostate, forcing more post-cum out
of my cock. Finally we looked around and noticed that swimmer guy had cum
too, so did the guy with the towel.


	I extricated myself from Master Rewan's cock, which fell out with
an audible pop, tightening my anal sphincter to ensure no cum
escaped. Turning around I saw a bigger crowd had formed around us, which
explained the numerous hands all over me. Suddenly I felt embarrassed and
self-aware. Perhaps sensing my unease, Master Rewan got up and grabbed my
hands and led me away. A few guys tried to touch his still hard cock, but
Master Rewan continued walking.


	We showered and my master walked me down to the lockers. I was
still reeling from our mutual orgasm that I fumbled with my clothes while
Master Rewan watched.


	"Are you not getting dressed?" I inquired.


	"I'll wait for Greg. Here, take this," he replied, handing me an
extra t-shirt. "Audition's over."


	I didn't know why but suddenly I felt an emptiness grew in
me. Perhaps I didn't want it to be over.


	"We'll be in touch," he said. And just like that, I was dismissed.


*


Possibly the penultimate chapter for this series, unless there are requests
for me to continue. It's getting increasingly challenging for me to
transcribe my diary without getting all hot and bothered, eeek! It's like
reliving the experience all over again.