Date: Wed, 8 Mar 2017 07:25:38 +0000 (UTC)
From: Sfhb Wtd <sfhouseboywanted@yahoo.com>
Subject: Visiting Roomates Master - Part 3 - <Gay / Authoritarian>

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To those of you who took time to write, thank you for your comments
Here is part 3:
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I screamed when the first strike hit my right side.  I tried to spin away
from the shock but myhands were attached to a hook in the ceiling so I was
only successful in pirouettingand placing my backside into the burning
sensation coming from my right.  I screamed again and tried to move away
fromthe source of pain until Master turned on the opposite multi-jet system
(http://amzn.to/2mW54cP)of the shower and cold water sprayed my body from
the left side.

I swiveled back and forth trying to avoid the jets of liquidice but there
were too many of them to avoid. I danced like a suspended puppet, jerking
and contorting as the icewater saturated my body.  I continued to scream in
the confines of the largefour (six?) person shower - hoping my pleas would
cause Master to stop thespray - or at least cause him to adjust the heat of
the water to something moretemperate than that of the freezing ground water
of the winter that was takingplace outside.

But Master just stood and watched as my body contorted -- my screamsmuffled
by the penis gag (http://amzn.to/2mhsMNi ) he instructed Mark to insertin
my mouth after suspending me from the hook above the shower.  As I
continuedto howl behind the gag, Master smiled at my predicament -- playing
with the controlsof each jet system to fluctuate the flow of ice water
across my skin.  Mark lay at his feet, naked with this knees,forearms, and
forehead pushed down on the tile, facing away from me.

Prior to the water being turned on, my cock's hardness wasstraining against
the confines of its skin as I grew aroused during the walk tothe shower.
After Master unhooked mefrom the wall in the bedroom, he guided me behind a
still naked Mark who ledthe way to the bathroom -- Mark's own hard cock
bouncing as a counterbalance tohis ass muscles that flexed in front of me.
During the short walk betweenrooms, I began to map the muscle's of Mark's
back, the taper of his torso downfrom his wide shoulders, the fleshy meat
of his buttocks, the outline of hisfaded tan on the back of his legs
against the whiteness of his ass.

I had not come since the night before last -- the nightbefore Mark took me
to Master's house.  Thenight before I saw Mark service Master's needs. The
night before I heard, smelled, and felt the heat of those same actsadjacent
to, or just feet away from me.  Mycock was painfully hard and my emotions
were becoming wrecked as they fluctuatedwildly between arousal, sexual
hunger, and a growing pain of blue balls.

The coolness of the tiled room hit me as we walked into thebathroom -- the
multi-person shower a focal point of the room.  Master opened the cupboard
and pulled out therubber scuba straps (http://amzn.to/2ncyfEn) and handed
them to Mark with theinstruction to bind my wrists together in front of me.

Mark stood in front of me -- his own erection standing outfrom his body --
glistening with either sweat or precum - as he searched my eyesfor signs
that I was okay with this. Okay with what I had seen in the last twelve
hours.  Okay with what I had seen him do in the lasttwelve hours.

He caught me staring at his body -- taking another mentalimage of my
roommate as he stood before me grabbing each wrist and lashing themtogether
with the rubber scuba strap.  Helooked at my own body, at my cock, and I
thought I saw his cock glisten alittle bit more.

"Put him in the shower, Boy!" growled Master -- breaking themoment between
Mark and I.  Mark led meto the walk in shower, alternating his view between
my eyes and the tiled box, continuouslytrying to sense if I was still
alright with this.

My cock likely gave me away -- I was painfully hard aftermapping Mark's
torso, his dick, and the sight of the imprint bruises on hissides that
Master likely inflicted when he fucked Mark earlier that morning.  The
animalistic scene of Master fuckingMark, Mark's groans, and Mark's cumming
replayed in my mind distracting me fromwhat was happening in the shower.
Mark stood on a wooden stool and lifted my arms to the hookon the ceiling
where he attached the second scuba strap that would tether me toa fixed
point of the tile expanse.  Ididn't register what was happening, my mind
distracted as he stood elevatedabove me, my eyes continuing to stare at his
cock that was now even closer tomy mouth.

Mark stepped down and was handed the gag and Master barked "Open".  I was
still distracted and Mark shook me andtold me to open my mouth.  He gingery
insertedthe gag -- its taste of silicone and the ridges of the fake penis
causing mymouth to water even more as it invaded the confines of my mouth.
Mark pulled the straps around my head andbuckled the buckle -- pulling the
cock further in my mouth, sealing the gagagainst my lips.

As I hung in the shower gagged, Master told Mark to step outand assume
"position 3" facing the door. I watched Mark lower himself to the crouching
position -- affording me aview of his ass and back as he laid prone on the
tile floor.  Master said "good boy" and stepped over tothe toilet to piss
-- the sound of his urine stream the only sound in theotherwise quietness
of the bathroom.

He flushed the toilet and turned back to me, smiling at mein a way that I
have now learned to both fear and lust for.  He picked up a remote from the
counter, onethat I had not detected before in the mass of visual simulation
of this room,and pushed a button.

The jet of water struck my right side nearly immediately --catching me off
guard as I continued to divert my glances between Master andMark's body as
he laid on the tile floor. The coldness of the water was a shock and I
yelled into the gag.  Master smiled more broadly and pressed theremote
again and the water jets attacked from my left side.  I struggled against
the hook trying to avoid the water as mybody temperature cooled rapidly and
the pain of the cold began its journeythrough my skin, into my joints, down
to the bones.  I bounced and weaved and my cock retreatedinto my body.  The
hardness of my cockdiminished and the pain in my (blue) balls were quickly
forgotten.  Master increased the water flow and I beganto shiver -- my
teeth trying to chatter if they weren't prohibited doing so fromfrom the
penis gag in my mouth.  I shookmy head violently and pulled at the hook --
desperately trying to escape theblast of water when suddenly it stopped.

I looked up and shivered as Master told Mark to get up.  He pressed the
remote and warm water begin tohit my body from both sets of jets as I
screamed again due to the rapid changein temperature.  My mind thinking
that Iwas being hit with scalding water when it was only a little above
bodytemperature.

"Wash and Warm him, boy" Master commanded Mark and hescurried into the
shower.  He immediatelyapplied his body against my back and began rubbing
my body with his hands.  He explored my body as I shivered, rubbinghis
hands over my torso as the water warmed increasingly.

Once I stopped shivering, Mark grabbed the shower gel and seasponge
(http://amzn.to/2nd0OSb) and began rubbing (caressing?) my body ingentle
strokes.  I felt his cock pressinto my hip as he rubbed my back, watched as
he cautiously scrubbed my pecs andtorso.  He crouched in front of me
andscrubbed up and down my legs -- restoring the circulation there as I
watched hisown body (and cock) kneel before me as he intimately washed me.

He scooted around me and ran the rough sponge across my assas Master barked
"Inside and Out" and he began lightly rubbing up and down myass crack.  He
pressed gently on my hole,eventually pushing a gelled finger inside and
washing me as he forced hisfinger in and out.  My cock had startedto
respond to Mark's ministrations when he stopped and crouched in front of
meagain and began to gently soap my balls and cock.

My cock exited the confines of my body and began to swell asmy mind shifted
from freezing to death to the sensations Mark was inflicting onme.  He
gently grabbed the shaft of mycock and rubbed the shower gel over my glans
before rubbing the abrasive seasponge over the head -- a mixture of
pleasure and pain all in one.

"Wax, but no Shine" Master ordered and Mark dropped thesponge and gel and
took my cock in his hand. He stared upward at me as he crouched in front of
me, pausing to makeeye contact and stare at me, before he opened his mouth
and took my cock inside.  I moaned from the sensation of his warm mouth--
the feeling of his tongue almost molten compared to the shivering cold
Iexperienced a few minutes previously.

He went back and forth on my cock -- intermittently swipinghis tongue
across the head and sucking my cock further into his cock.  My mind was
swimming with sensations, myswollen balls were expanding, the pressure
building, as my naked roommateworked my cock over.  He reached his
handaround and began lightly stroking my hole -- not penetrating but just
lightlystroking it as his mouth continued its assault on my cock.

I tried to buck my hips, further increasing the sensationscoming from my
cock, trying to accelerate myself to the point of no return.  Images of
Mark giving Master head the nightbefore raced through my mind, the desire
for the feeling of the warmth of hismouth, the touch of his tongue on my
cock as my balls began their constriction,my mind wandering to the point of
wanting to flood his mouth with my load.

I was tipping over, the sensations of Mark's mouth bringingme to the edge,
the images of the past 12 hours rushing through my mind as myeyes rolled
back into their sockets.  Theprevious five minutes were forgotten, the ache
of my wrists gone and all I wasfalling back into the mental bliss as my
balls were preparing to shoot myload.  Mark sped up his efforts and slidhis
finger into my hole and curled his finger tip.  The sensations were too
much, my hips bucked,I pressed my cock into Mark's tonsils, just as I began
to "Stop!" yelled Master and pressed the button on theremote.  Mark
squealed and pushed awayfrom me as the cold water hit both of us. Mark fled
the shower as I was jerked back from the edge of bliss to thereality of a
ruined orgasm.  The cold waterkicked my legs out from under me and I hung
from the hook above me.  I suckled the penis gag - a likely reptilian
response to what had just happened during the past twenty minutes of this
new Saturday morning.  I hung from my arms and my eyes glazed over - I was
becoming mentally broken as I tried to make sense of what was happening to
me.

My daze was interrupted by Master's voice - "Not yet, boy.  Butsoon"

<to be continued>