Becoming His Slave (41 page)

Then just when he thought he was going to lose his mind being teased to dear saccharine death, one of the mouths took him in, his hard rod sinking all the way into the back of the Sub's mouth. Finally warm comprehensible bliss. “
Ahhh
—” He couldn't even prevent the relieved groan rattle out from his throat.
Fuck it was incredible
. And his mind was finally able to take in what was happening and set some comprehension and definition to what he felt and it all felt exquisitely good. To be fully overpowered by the snug coils of rope as a combination of hands and mouths licked to their own delight on his body. He was not a willing participant, but rather the subject. Like a popsicle being devoured by all on a hot summer day. He could do nothing, but melt in their hands and in their mouths. He could not return the sensations or the pleasure to these three nor could he take from them. He got what they gave. And the advanced piece of technology in his ass… that one was still riding him higher, every few minutes its pace and frequency shifting and building, eliciting more of his nerves to tremble. He could feel the building elation, felt his need to peek stirring. He just wasn’t sure which form of stimulation was going to get him there first.

The blonde Dom moved his hands rolling over his shoulders and down his arms messaging at his muscles caught in the binding sleeve till they reached his wrists.

“Yeah—” Paris heard the man as he continued to hold his wrists steady with one hand… the other? Well he wasn’t sure where it went, but the answer came quickly when Paris felt the man’s cock slide in between his hands, “Cup your hands so I can fuck them.”

Paris did as he was told and right away the Dom was pumping his long hard cock into his bound palms. The pressure pushed at his arms which then pulled at the ropes against his scrotum adding further opulence to the two mouths that continued to work his own cock, one sucking while the other licked at his loins and tight sack. At some indiscernible point Paris thought the two switched, because the style changed with it and again the device in his ass changed. A different combination of pulses and extending movements, pulsing up, then pulsing down.

God he was going to cum, his whole body shook. He could feel the violent storm pitching in his direction. He was moaning not to stop now—
god was that him?
Had he ever moaned in such a way? Grunted and growled maybe, but that was when he was in control. That was when he was doing all the fucking. Hell he wasn’t in control of anything right now. And so many things—Sasha’s hands were back reaching around his sides stroking his abdomen pinching his nipples hard then back to stroking his chest.
Oh god
he was almost there. Paris twitched, pivoted his hips against his ropes. He knew he couldn’t do anything, yet he couldn’t help his body’s need to try to thrust either. That animalistic brutish need to pump down into the Sub’s mouth. The muscles of his dark regions tightening. His breath ripped through his chest—too much luscious fervor drenched him, sensitizing him. God this was incredible.

“Enough!” The stout command split through every sensation he had and everything— the mouths, the hands, the gadget, even the cock he held in his hands were gone.

What the? Oh god no! You can’t possibly mean to do this right?
Frantic need demanded he beg for more
. “No
—
No-ho-ho-ho. Pleaff.”
Paris’ body trembled and begged unwillingly despite the mouth bit—To be so close and suddenly nothing—to have rampant pleasure stripped away, only the lingering, deprived pang to cum remained. He fell utterly still; just panting—he could do nothing. No amount of movement would change that, would bring those two sweet mouths back to his cock or restart the device deeply planted in his shaft or bring back the Dom who used his palms for his own pleasure. All he could do was remain quiet, remain still, focus on regaining his breath and hopefully the masters that controlled his life would give it all back and let him reach his release. He could hope.

Diesel and Trenton watched silently. It amazed them how well Paris kept quiet. They had expected him to fight and thrust—to buck at his restraints considerably, but he didn’t, not for long at least. Surrendering much quicker than he had when they first bound him.

The upstairs space was filled with the erotic sounds of moaning—from others involved in their own play and soon the delectable sound of a leather flogger cracked against the skin of a Sub.

The sounds swarmed around their new Slave tormenting him further as he awaited their next wishes to begin. They had allowed Sasha and his two Subs to have their way for almost thirty minutes and now they made him wait it out an excruciating five with nothing. Even Sasha was looking like he was ready to chomp at the bit if they didn’t let the threesome resume their pleasure with the man.

Trenton tapped Diesel’s arm and he set the remote to begin a series of sensations intended to slowly build up, drop, then build up a little more, drop again then on the third wave deliver the much needed orgasm. Paris jumped, his whole body strained when the gadget inside his ass started back up and the moans were already waiting for him. A nod from Trenton and Sasha commanded his Subbies back to their delicious meal while he placed his aching cock back into the caresses of Paris’s bound hands.

The symphony of erotic connections began again and several members not already caught up in their own scenes gathered to watch as the intensity built. Paris' deep moans filled the gathering room, every muscle in his body strained against the ropes as his orgasm built up to the surface. Sasha’s head tossed back with heavy pants husked from his throat and his hips began to thrust violently. Even the twins had found additional ways to add to their pleasure stroking each other’s cock while they continued to suck and lick at the engorged shaft of their subject. So hard and tight, it was going to explode any moment now.

Paris’ mind was spinning like a top from one sensation on his body to the next each coming to its own crescendo. Even the erotic and brutish fucking taking place in his hands was a heady wave of stimulation. Though he was certain his palms could not ejaculate, the rest of his body could and it was coming quickly.

Paris’ muscles bunched. Damn it he wanted to thrust, wanted to power drive into the succulent mouth that kept licking at him. His cock sinking all the way to the young Sub’s throat, so damn good. Oh god he was being destroyed, brought to the edge of ecstasy and destruction and would find them both in one fatal shove off the cliff. Paris was losing his mind under such quickening rapture. How it waved through his body, heated him, throbbed just under his balls, his cock ached for release. He was going to come and his mentality was going to shoot out his cock with it. His whole body would explode if it weren’t for the ropes holding him down. Throbbing and vibrating. The twisting and extending implement in his ass hit its peak on the third building wave and Paris couldn't take it any long.

“Come now, Paris.” The command was a whisper in his ear.

“Dominus?” His eyes popped open to find Trenton standing over him his fingers combing through his hair.

“Remember it belongs to me. Come for me now Paris.”

As if his body had truly awaited the command, permitting him his own release everything locked, muscles strained and Paris bit down on the rubber portion of his bit. Lightening shot through his body and exploded in his scrotum and from his prostate gland racing and pulsing its escape out his cock. His body shook and that shaking became violent against the ropes that held him. He couldn't thrust, couldn’t ride his own orgasm, but the command was made and his body obeyed—so intense he could only feel the waving pulse—wave after wave, strong flowing tidal waves of tumultuous crashing sensations rolling from his head to his groin and out. He could only imagine the Subbie that had him in his mouth now was likely drowning. Groaning cries clenched past steel filled his ears, spilling out the last of his awareness till the last of the surge idled down, even the gadget hidden deep inside him seemed to sense the crest his body reached and slowed down its own rhythmic sensation easing him down until it finally stopped.

He felt the two mouths lapping up his belly taking what they had apparently spilled. He felt the Dom’s lips on the side of his face, thanking him for such a wonderful orgasm. How strange was that? To be thanked? Hell he hadn’t done anything, but lay here unable to move or participate to assist.

But Paris mind was drifting now. His body completely spent and going limp. His tormentors leaving him. As if being lulled into a dreamy sensation, Paris hardly noticed their absence. He felt the strong firm hand on his head stroking his hair, Patronus’ hand. He’d know that touch from anywhere, though he couldn’t find enough energy to open his eyes to confirm it. Drifting—rocking, like floating in a near napping sensation on a raft on the ocean.

The faint feel of the ropes falling away one section at a time and firm hands messaging his flesh and his muscles where the ropes had been.
Jeez
what had happened to him? His mind, his body utterly spent and by no physical exertion of his own. He felt the plug withdrawn from his body, the moan that followed—some strange voice that took moments for him to register as his own. Hell he even sounded alien to his own ears, his body sure as hell didn’t seem to belong to him anymore.

“We’re going to bring you to your feet Paris.”
What? Where they nuts?
Hell his body was off floating in space somewhere and they wanted him to stand?

“It's okay we’ll help you, now come to your feet.” The voice deep reassuring like a caress, holding him gently as his masters resurrected his body. Each thought seemed to take effort like being told to wake up while deep in sleep and the brain interprets it differently. But somehow his feet found the floor, two strong bodies like pillars were under his arms at the same time.
God this was so fucking embarrassing,
not able to walk on his own two feet after having nothing but his cock sucked and having a fancy dildo up his ass. They must think he was a real light weight. But having barely the strength to go wherever it was they were leading him on his own, he decided he’d work on his defense some other time.

One body vanished from his side then felt the robe or perhaps nothing more than a sarong tied around his waist then felt hands easing him down on one of the sofa loungers, finding thick legs there as well.

Trenton eased Paris down till he was laying face down into Diesel’s lap on the lounger. The scene had taken quite a bit out of Paris and he was hovering very close to being in a zone. So they took it nice and slow, so as not to pull Paris out of it, but he needed to be held. He would pull out soon on his own and would likely go into a deep emotional state and he would need to be comforted right away.

Diesel lay back while Paris’ arms instinctively wrapped around his hips nearly locking onto him. His head resting on Diesel’s thigh while the rest of him stretched out between his legs.

Paris remained firmly planted in Diesel’s lap. Half in, half out of a dream. His body tingled all over as if he were the vibrating toy now. Diesel’s firm hands petting the back of his head and neck assured him he was going to be fine, but Paris wasn’t really all that sure. What the hell did they just do to him? That he would come in more than one way all at the same time, to drown in a storm of multiple sensations and be turned into such weakness in the first stimulating act they delivered to him. Good god if this was just the beginning, what would he be like when they really let loose?

He wished he could find his strength. Hell he didn’t even know where he was any more, he did, but he didn’t. It felt like he was separated from his body. Sprawled out in the lap of his Patronus, that erotic muscle bound body that made his mouth water and he didn’t even have the strength to do anything about it. What humiliating foolishness. He thought about concentrating on just one part of his body—his head. He could move his head so he could look up at his master, but no—that would be even worse than his emotional state right now, seeing Diesel’s disappointment in him that he turned out to be such a weak lush. This was insane, he was supposed to be insatiable, always ready and rock hard for the next round.
Was he hard? Did he even have a hard on?
He really couldn’t tell, he was so—so—
wow
—content.
Think I’ll just stay here a little while longer.

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“Derek do we still have any fruit plates available?” Trenton asked the bartender as they reached the bar.

“Yes Dominus I believe so.” His eyes shifted over to Paris and the exhausted expression in the slave’s face.

Paris felt a flash of heat in his cheeks. God could everyone in the place tell what his masters did to him? Did they all know he was nothing more than melted butter in their hands and he hadn’t even been fucked yet?

“Have one of the Subs bring it to my room along with a tall glass of the rejuvenating cocktail.”

“Yes Dominus.”

Trenton and Diesel steered for the booth keeping Paris in close guard between them. Paris was still mentally and emotionally recovering from his experience so they didn’t want anyone taking liberty to touch him. The looks they could not stop until they reached the privacy behind the darkened glass of his booth.

Trenton motioned Paris at his feet and allowed the man to rest his head on his thigh, while a young blonde came in with a plate of cut fruit and a tall glass filled with a thick brownish green concoction.

“Drink.” Trenton told him.

Paris held the glass to his nose and sniffed, orange juice and god knows what else was in it. The color sure as hell wasn’t appealing. “Pass.” He set it back on the table and dropped his head down against Trenton’s thigh.

“It wasn’t a request now drink it.”

“What’s in it?” He inquired fighting his hesitation to pick it back up.

“OJ, pomegranate, green tea and blue green algae. Your body needs it and it’s not as bad as it looks.”