Date: Fri, 1 May 2015 01:19:31 +0100
From: Adam Bakar <subslaveadam@gmail.com>
Subject: Asian Slave Submits 7

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ASIAN SLAVE SUBMITS 7


        The force of Master Greg's relentless pounding propelled me from
the middle to the side of the bed, halting just inches from the edge. Oh
no, Master Greg hadn't finished, far from it. You see, I was anchored to
the bed at 2 opposite points: a short taut chain tethered the thick slave
collar on my neck to the metal bars of the headboard, and another connected
my stretched balls to the foot of the bed.


These chains immobilised me in that predicament, leaving my boycunt with no
choice but to open wider for Master Greg's legendary fuckpole. Leather
cuffs on my wrists were clipped to another set of cuffs on my ankles,
restraining my hands and folded my legs to my slim torso. This gave Master
Greg unhindered access to my small Asian arse.


Only one titclamp were still digging sweetly on my nipple, the other had
dislodged from Master's rough fucking. We were lying on our sides and
Master wrapped one arm around my neck in his trademark domineering fuck
position, his head resting on my shoulder as he grunted heavily into my
ears.


I felt Master's defined pecs and abs grinding against my back, lubricated
by a thin film of sweat, as his fat angry serpent ravaged my willing
slavehole. An opened bottle of poppers rested on the nightstand, but I
didn't really need it.


I arrived in Masters Rewan's and Greg's apartment less than an hour ago,
yet I had already found myself unceremoniously trussed up in bondage on
Master Greg's bed while surrendering my arse for his pleasure. Master Greg
certainly wasted no time on exploiting his chattel.


He coveted my arse from the moment he picked me up at the airport a few
hours ago. There was the usual insatiable hunger in his eyes that needed
feeding. Titclamps went on my nipples after we got into his car and a
finger was already demanding access into my arsehole by the time we left
the airport.


A mixture of excitement and anxiety kept me awake the night before my
flight. I'm a nervous flyer which caused me to shun food and down the booze
on the 12-hour flight. In hindsight, anxiolytic or soporific drugs would've
been a better choice. So there I was, a submissive Asian slave, newly
arrived in Europe straight into the dominant hands of my would-be Master. I
was sleep deprived, tipsy, horny and absolutely pliant.


The bondage gear were unnecessary, I would have willingly obeyed Master
Greg, but I knew they turned him on. I needed some poppers to ease Master's
monster cock's initial invasion into my tight arse, but once the fucking
started, this horny fuckwhore was coasting solo.


I let myself loose in that twilight zone of blissful submission. I missed
the combination of Master's rough dominant fucking and the cramp fullness
of his cock stretching my tiny arse. I was reaping the reward for this
daunting move to Europe, while my Master plundered his long-awaited bounty.


Master's ferocious fucking rocked my lithe frame and the whole bed by
proxy, as my balls stretched further by the tense metal chain. Then Master
changed his rhythm to short bursts of forceful thrust, leaving all of his
rock hard serpent buried deep in me for a moment, before repeating the
cycle again. The base of Master's white cock wrecked my brown cunt, its
girth demanding even more access to his slave's hole.


Master tightened his grip around my neck, slightly constricting my airway
as my face started to feel red hot. The veins on my neck and head began to
bulge. My cock were flitting between semi-flaccid to full mast, but grew
rock hard in response to this renewed assault on my hole. Oh how I missed
being in this submissive fuck-heaven!


I felt light headed from the quasi-asphyxiation, and I couldn't suppress my
orgasm any longer. Sandwiched between my thighs, my cock relished the extra
friction, then unilaterally and prematurely released my boyjuice despite my
futile attempt to halt it. My whole body tensed as streams of ropey cum
emptied out of my stretched balls as my arse contracted in unison.


"Oh yeah...just like that... tightened your hole... use your fuckcunt to
stroke my cock," commanded Master as he renewed his fucking onslaught,
oblivious to my silent climax.


I always avoided cumming before the top. Well, I would try. I found it hard
to continue being fucked afterwards, preferring to bask in the exhausting
calm after the frenzied storm of fucking. But this time it was somehow
different, the warm afterglow that spread through my body accentuated my
submissiveness, which allowed me to enjoy my sole purpose as Master's
cumdump.


I was weary after a long journey and inadequate sleep, thus in a perfect
submissive state. I adjusted my breathing to compensate and focused on
massaging Master's cock with my arse, which was his Achilles' heel.


The hurried grunting came first, animal-like and full of carnal
lust. Master hooked his other arm around my waist and pulled my body closer
as he rammed his angry cock ball-deep in my arse with one shuddering force,
breeding my boycunt with his alphacum.


I was slipping in and out of slumber fast as Master's grunts tapered off
and he relaxed his grips. I was content and satiated after having the cum
fucked out of me. Content but knackered. All I remembered was the wet
emptiness in my arse as Master withdrew and the sound of the shower
starting as I drifted off to a deep slumber.


* * *


        It was Master Rewan that unchained me from the bondage and removed
all contraptions. Master Greg didn't even bother after he was done with me
earlier, a trend that became quite the norm later on as I continued to
serve Masters.


I half-opened my eyes to see Master Rewan dressed in a suit, probably just
back from work, and sporting his usual trademark grin. Man he looked sexy
in his dapper suit! And that grin! What a sight for my sore eyes.


        "Shower's running, hop on it boy," commanded Master Rewan.


        I would've preferred to be fucked instead, but silently
complied. As I showered my own subconscious was flashing images in my head
of a slutty naked cum-fucked me kneeling in front of a suited Master Rewan
and worshipping his cock. Instant hardon. I wrapped up my shower routine
quickly to avoid the temptation to wank.


        Meanwhile, Master Rewan had made something quick for supper and I
ate ravenously while we made small chats. Afterwards, Master Rewan showed
me around the apartment he shared with Master Greg. It was decently sized
with 2 large bedrooms for Masters and a small guest room with a sofa-bed. I
was told to unpack and put away my clothes in the guest room empty
wardrobe.


        I didn't have my own bed per se, as Master Rewan informed me that I
would be sleeping in either his or Master Greg's bed, but I might use the
sofa-bed under certain circumstances. Master Rewan then marched me, still
only in my towel, to the living room and sat me down on the massive couch.


        "Bet you're tired and jetlagged. Best to sleep it off and get into
local time sooner. But before that, I want to go through a few rules," said
Master Rewan.


        There were 2 sets of rules, one from each of my Masters. Neither
set had dotted lines at which for me to sign. I was to accept them as
binding agreement and a sign of my total submission to Masters.




MASTER REWAN'S RULES FOR FUCKSLAVE:


1. Immediately obey any order, or perform any action, demanded by Masters.
2. Always be available to serve Masters when required, in public or
private, alone or in front of others.  3. Willingly be used primarily as a
sex slave, as a servant with domestic chores and duties, and also as a pain
slave for bondage and punishment sessions.  4. Respect and preserve the
exclusivity of unprotected sex between Masters and slave. Masters will wear
protection when engaging in sexual acts with other
bottoms/submissives/slaves.  5. Masturbating is strictly
prohibited. Masters accept that slave may cum while being fucked, provided
slave wasn't touching himself.  6. Willingly accept any punishment from
Masters, deserved or otherwise, including purely for Masters' pleasure.
7. Prohibited from being fucked and/or dominated by any other, unless
ordered to by Masters.  8. Prohibited from covertly or openly cultivating
sexual contacts with anyone else via any means including, but not limited
to, social media and/or hookup sites/apps.  9. To always wear slave collar,
wrist cuffs and NOTHING else in the privacy of Masters' home, and any other
places to be decided by Masters. A pair of jockstrap may be worn at Masters
discretion.  10. Willingly wear or put on any bondage gear or sex toys, in
public or private, as ordered by Masters.  11. Allowed and encouraged to
pursue gainful employment of slave's choice.  12. Contribute to shared
living costs with Masters.  13. Allowed to seek and keep friends and/or
acquaintances outside of Masters' social circle.  14. Required to be in
optimal physical form and health for Masters' enjoyment.  15. Be discreet
about slave's arrangement with Masters.


*This list isn't exhaustive and Masters may change or add to this list at
any time.  *Firm refusal to follow these rules will render our arrangement
null and void. Slave will immediately be released from servitude.


        I immediately took off my towel in partial accordance with rule
No. 9 and as the first sign of my submission, exposing my rock hard cock. I
was completely turned on by reading Master Rewan's rules. Obviously. The
lust rising in me as the mental images I had in the shower earlier paraded
in my head again. I was ready to pounce on Master Rewan and beg him to fuck
me mercilessly.


        "I take it your cock has no objections to my rules," said Master
Rewan with a chuckle. "Here's Master Greg's."


        There was only one word on Master Greg's list: "OBEY!"


        The word aroused me so much that a bead of precum formed at the tip
of my cock.


*