Date: Wed, 16 Oct 2013 16:58:38 -0700
From: Mark Angle <markangle@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Dominus 2

Dominus 2

by Mark Angle


Legal Disclaimer: This story contains explicit sexual content. If
this offends you, or if it is illegal for you to access such con-
tent,  please  do not read. This story is fictional in every way.
The characters in this story are not based on real people,  alive
or  dead, and the events in this story are not based on real life
events that the author has been a part of or seen. Any  similari-
ties in names or descriptions are purely coincidental.

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work.

If you like this story and want me to continue it, let me know at
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I have written several other stories for Nifty. The  most  recent
one  was  Worshipping Daddy at:
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/worshipping-daddy/

NOTICE: Gentlemen, please keep in mind that this, like all of  my
works,  is  a  work  of  fiction. It is not modeled on any actual
events and it is not intended to be taken literally. Furthermore,
this  work  in  no  way claims to be historically accurate. It is
pure fiction and fantasy.




There were eight other slaves in the house. All  were  male,  but
only  two  of  them were used for our Master's intimate pleasure.
The other six cooked, cleaned and oversaw the smooth  running  of
the  house. Two of them also taught us reading and logic, but not
every day. The three personal slaves were actively encouraged  to
exercise and keep their bodies muscular.

When  I  woke up on my second, my new Master kissed me, gave me a
gigantic slap on one buttock which made me scream to his  delight
and  sent  me  away. I did not know where to go, so I just walked
out of his room. I was greeted by another slave who showed me  to
my  cell  and to the bath. He told me how to keep clean and tidy.
The villa was immaculate. I did not see my Master again that day.
I  was  aware  that  any attempt I made at even touching my penis
might be construed as theft, and, as much as my affection for  my
new  Master  remained, I was terrified at what his anger would be
like.

I met the other two intimate slaves. They were older than me. One
was  in  his early twenties and one was in his mid twenties. They
did not seem to have a clear idea of what their age was, nor  did
they  seem  to care. They were strikingly handsome, both of them.
The oldest one was very pale with clearly  defined  muscles,  the
younger one had skin darker than mine, and nappy hair. I was told
that the older slave was to be called Primus and the  second  Se-
cundus. I was to be Tertius.

I tried to have a conversation with them, but they didn't seem to
care. The way they looked at me, it looked like they wanted me to
stay away from them. I didn't mind.

On  my  third day, in the late afternoon, me and Primus were sent
to meet our Master in a room I'd never been  in  before.  It  was
similar  to  the room at my previous owner's place. It had chains
to the wall and benches. Our Master was fully dressed. He had  us
kneel  before  him  and  kiss his feet. Then, he asked us to kiss
each other. I did not understand, but  I  obeyed.  I  could  tell
Primus was reluctant at first.

Our  Master  had us undress and lie down on a soft surface at the
center of the room. We were told to rub our bodies  against  each
other's  and  kiss. Primus clearly tried to do as little of it as
he could. I had started by obeying our Master, but  Pimus's  body
had  an effect on me. He was just too smooth and muscular and ag-
ile to be ignored. I started feeling good every time our two bod-
ies  touched  and  quickly  became  extremely erect. I ignored my
erection and never touched  my  penis  with  my  hand  or  rubbed
against  Primus's body. I felt that doing otherwise would lead to
bad consequences.

Without us realizing it, our Master  had  grabbed  a  flogger.  A
rather small one. The smaller they are, the more painful. Without
warning, he hit Primus with a single lash of it. Primus screamed,
moaned  and  grabbed me. His penis became hard and his kisses be-
came deeper, longer. They became real. Then I felt the sharp pain
of  a  single lash on my own skin and, as a reflex, I held Primus
closer to me in turn.

We started hissing each other with  kindness  and  passion.  From
time  to  time,  a single lash would fall on one of us. Then, the
one being hit would scream, a little less loudly each  time,  and
he'd hold the other tightly.

At  one point, I felt I could no longer take the flogging. It was
too much. A final lash had me crying. It was not pain, it was the
accumulation  of  all  the lashes, the emotion they had caused in
me. Tears started pouring out of my eyes. Primus looked concerned
and  worried.  He held me tenderly against him, caressed my body,
rubbed it against him. I could not control  the  tears,  but  his
comforting  felt  good.  At that time, I had not noticed that the
lashes had stopped.

We found ourselves lying down on the soft mat in  the  middle  of
the  room, our bodies sweaty, fully exposed, to our Master's con-
tent. When I realized that our Master was glad  to  see  us  that
way,  I  lifted  a  leg to expose my anus to him, hoping it would
please him. It did. He reached to it and caressed  it  gently.  I
moaned. Primus held me tighter when I did.

Our  Master  then came closer to us and started touching Primus's
body. He rubbed his armpits, his belly, his  throat.  Primus  was
moaning  and seemed to enjoy every single part of it. He ended up
rubbing his body against our Master's. Our Master then took  some
oil  and  rubbed in on Primus's anus. Then, to my great surprise,
he rubbed some on my penis. He told me, "You  will  possess  this
slave until you climax."

I  had  never inserted my penis into another man's body before. I
did not know what it was like. Primus was overtaken with  desire.
He  was  on  his back on the mat, moaning. Our Master slapped his
face and body a few times. I thought it would take him out of his
state,  but  it  only  seemed to encourage it. Our Master grabbed
Primus's feet and opened his legs up to me to  reveal  the  man's
anus.  He  said,  "I  own that penis you are about to use, slave.
Through you, it is me who will penetrate this slave. Your body is
only  to  be  extension  of my will. Do you understand, slave?" I
said, "I understand, my Master."

I inserted my penis into Primus's anus. He moaned even louder. He
said, "Take me, Master. Your slave needs to be filled by his Mas-
ter's penis. I can feel your body in mine, Master."  And  I  knew
Primus  was  telling  the  truth. I could feel that this cock be-
longed to our Master. I could feel that these insides,  warm  and
welcoming,  smooth and greedy, were our Master's as well. I said,
"Thank you, Master. This feels so good, Master." Our Master said,
"This  is your slave brother's ass, slave. You are penetrating it
for my peasure, slave." Primus's ass was contracting  around  the
penis, as if to guide it further in. He said, "This is wonderful,
Master. I adore and worship you, Master." And I knew I had to say
the  same because I thought it too. I said, "Thank you, Master. I
adore and worship you, Master. Thank you for allowing me to enjoy
my brother slave in this way, Master."

Our  Master then told me, "You can climax now, slave." A few min-
utes later, I did. I fell down on Primus and we covered each oth-
er  with kisses. Our Master, who had never undressed or taken his
own penis out this whole time, sent us out to be cleaned  and  to
rest.

Primus never looked at me angrily ever again.

Two  days  later,  I  was  taken to the same room. Our Master was
there, and so were both Primus and Secundus. Both slaves were  on
the  mat.  Their bodies were oiled. Primus was anally penetrating
Secundus, who seemed to be enjoying it a lot. Secundus was on all
fours  with Primus behind him. Both were moaning and thanking our
Master. Their movements were slow, deep, knowing. Our Master  was
still all dressed up. I wished I could touch his body again. Just
thinking about it made my penis erect and water come to my mouth.

The  two men on the floor did not seem to notice me at first. Our
Master gestured me to get closer and pulled the two men apart. He
oiled  my  penis  and told me to possess Secundus. I did as I was
told. The body of Secundus was hot and sweaty, trembling with de-
sire.  Primus  immediately started kissing me and holding my body
against his. Our Master positioned Primus in front of Secundus so
that  Secundus  could suck Primus's penis, which he did, eagerly.
Primus and I looked at each other while we were both  penetrating
Secundus  and  kissed  again, kindly, gently. Our Master crouched
next to us and kissed each one of us in turn and caressed  Secun-
dus's  shivering  back. He whispered in my ear, "You may not cli-
max, slave."

Then he pulled us apart and had Secundus penetrate  Primus  while
Primus  was  sucking  me. Secundus did not spontaneously kiss me.
Our Master had to gently push our heads together for us to  kiss.
Finally,  I penetrated Secundus anally, while he was on his back,
licking Primus's anus. Secundus's anus was very  loose.  Primus's
anus  had been loose too, but not as much as Secundus's. Secundus
also contracted his ass as if to pull my penis  further  in,  but
not to the extent to which Primus had.

Our  Master  then had Primus get off of Secundus's face, lie down
next to him and kiss him. I was looking at them,  through  Secun-
dus's  warm,  firm  legs. Our Master then told me, "I want you to
climax soon, Tertius. Look at them, desire them, feel how  fortu-
nate  you  are  to  be with them and with me in this way and then
climax inside of your slave brother." Then he added for everyone,
"Remember that I own you in parts and in whole. The semen you are
about to receive is mine. I expect gratitude for letting you  en-
joy it." Each one of us, in turn, said, "We are grateful, my Mas-
ter."

Eventually, I climaxed inside of Secundus. When I  did,  he  held
Primus tight and against him. The affection that was going on be-
tween the two of them became  infectious.  They  were  beautiful,
passionate and caring. When my climax was over, our Master pulled
my penis out and gave it to Secundus to suck, which he  did  with
some eagerness.

Then, our Master told me to leave. He said he was going to finish
with his two other slaves and I was to get rest and get  cleaned.
I  left without turning back but just as I had exited the room, I
heard more lashes and screams. They  were  screams  of  pleasure,
and, despite my recent experiences, I found myself envious when I
realized I had been deprived of what was going on in the  room  I
had just left, whatever that may have been.


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