Embracing my perversion

Alpha slave Miguel hooked a leash to my collar and led me directly from the garage into the basement. The basement was equipped as one huge dungeon. The walls, floor, and ceiling were full of hooks and connection point for restraints. There were no windows and everything seemed to be lined with sound proofing materials. The floor was a polished concrete that is easy to clean and slopes slightly towards a drain. There were a number of cages of various sizes lining the walls. The biggest cage had a showerhead seemingly only with cold water judging from the tap, and no curtains or anything else and a toilet without seat. There was a little, bare cot-style bed as well. A boy could easily spend days in there, I thought. The walls were lined with a bewildering number of toys and torture implements, as well as several crosses and more bondage equipment. In the middle of the room there were a fuck bench, a leather swing hanging from the ceiling, and a bed covered with rubber play sheets, wooden stocks as headboard and bondage attachments all around. There was also another door a heavy, steel door. I did not yet get to see what was behind there. 

Sir Miguel tied me to the fuck bench, my legs wide and ass at perfect fuck height, and my head secured so I could not get it away from a dick being presented for face fucking. The padding made the bench surprisingly comfortable, and Sir Miguel felt up my pussy to make sure it was clean of course it was before he lubed it up generously. I was fitted with an open mouth gag again, and I quickly started drooling as a result. I had to admit that the feeling of being tied to a fuck bench was something I had quickly come to crave it makes me feel so vulnerable, helpless, and most of all dirty. It makes me feel like just two holes for any man to use as he pleases, whether it's these two gorgeous men or just any old, overweight, or unattractive men whether they have huge dicks that will rearrange my insides or tiny dicks. It doesn't matter if they have tiny dicks they're still the ones who are free and therefore get to fuck my holes. It's that simple!

He blindfolded me and plugged my ears with white noise earbuds. I was left like this for some time I had no clue how long. I knew that I would not hear or notice when and whether they entered or left the room. The only way I would realize they were here would be by touch. That's when I felt a hard smack onto my butt cheek, almost immediately followed by the grabbing of my hair. Clearly, they were both here and were about to spit roast me. It was unmistakably Master Jacob's thick dick that pushed past my sphincter that was still recovering from the extensive stretching earlier in the night (see chapter VII). Within seconds he was ball's deep in my pussy. His big dick hurt but despite his rough fucking, it was very enjoyable painful but wonderful! Sir Miguel, meanwhile was pushing his long but not overly girthy dick deep down my throat. He held on to may hair and I struggled not to gag and throw up over his dick, As I tried to relax, he deepthroated me and his balls slapped against my chin. Both slapped me as they fucked, Master J on my ass and Sir M across my face. He took the earbud out so that I could hear them comment on my holes. 

- "This ass is still remarkably tight despite what it went through earlier. It's a really nice boy pussy to breed." 

- "He's also managing really well with an aggressive face fuck! We've found a really talented bitch here!" 

I, of course, couldn't say anything but if I could I would have thanked them so profusely for this praise! What could make a submissive bitch boy like me more proud and happy than hearing those words?

They fucked me like this for some time before Master J flooded my sore pussy. Sir Miguel asked for permission to shoot down my throat as well. "No, boy! I want you to hold off a bit longer." It was odd to hear the man who had been a master all night now asking and being denied permission to cum. However, it only made me feel even more submissive even the man deepthroating my helpless throat is already down in this hierarchy. That only puts me even lower! 

They took my blindfold off and I could see that Master J was already getting hard again, where Sir M was still hard, not having cum. Master J dangled his dick in front of my open mouth and asked me whether I wanted to lick it clear. It didn't seem like he needed to ask of course I did! Ass2mouth by now has become pretty tame to me. I just wanted to suck and taste that magnificent cock! I tried to reach for it, but was too well secured to really be able to do so. He teasingly held it right in front and I tried to stretch my tongue to get just a small taste. They both laughed and then he fed me his beautiful cock covered in my ass slime and lube. I sucked it lovingly and with passion. He didn't fuck my face but just let me get it rock hard again, which didn't take long. 

He ordered his boy Sir M to untie me and got on the bed. He had me ride his nice big dick and the pulled me in for a passionate and tender kiss. As I was bent over his body, with his big dick stretching my well-used pussy, I felt Sir M pushing his head against my already sore and stretched hole as well. They were planning to DP me! I had never been DPd before and I instinctively tried to move away. However, Master J had me in a tight embrace and there was nowhere I could go. I tried to relax as I told myself: "this will be fine, after the dildo riding competition earlier, this should be doable!" 

I had never felt this stretched before. The pain was intense, but the feeling of fullness made it all worth it. I screamed in both agony and pleasure. I moaned and cried. They both fucked me ever so slowly and tenderly, yet it felt like the roughest fuck ever. Soon, I managed to get accustomed to the DP and a started rocking my body on their dicks. The feeling of two hard dicks rubbing against my prostate was so intense that I felt like I might dribble some cum from my cage any second. However, they soon shot a load each on my ass and pulled out, making sure that I did not get to cum. 

The hugged me and each other and told me how well I had served them that night and how proud they were of me. There was no telling what time it was but it must have been almost morning. Sir M asked whether he should lock me into one of the cages for the night and Master J smiled and said: "No, he's deserved some comfort. Tell you what, we'll sleep down here in the dungeon and he can sleep on the bed in between us." 

After all the hard and rough sex, this moment of tenderness just felt so warm and sincere. They each wrapped their arms around me I was in the middle of the most beautiful man-sandwich I could ever have wished for and kissed me good night. I slept like a log that night how could I not have been exhausted. 

I woke up when I heard Sir M open the heavy door that I wondered about last night. Master J was no longer to be seen in the dungeon. I must have slept through them getting up and they decided to let me sleep. At the other side of the steel door was a tiny, bare cell with a naked boy sleeping on the concrete floor, in chains and predictably in chastity, curled up in fetal position because the room is too small to stretch out in. Sir M pulled the boy to his feet by the chain attached to his collar. He unlocked the padlock that locked the boy's ankle cuff to the wall the hook to which the boy was chained was the only thing in the room except for bare floor and walls. He told the boy to go up to the kitchen and prepare breakfast: "Yes, Sir! Right away, Sir!" 

I watched the pretty, young boy scurry upstairs in his chains. I wondered whether he heard everything last night or whether that steel door is sound proof. I noticed that they had brought the bag with my clothes and personal effect from the zoo down to the dungeon. He told me I could get back into my regular clothes, and I didn't have to use the slave shower with only cold water down here but could use the main bathroom upstairs. "After breakfast, I'll take you wherever you need to be."

As it turned out, they had met the slave boy who served us breakfast at the boy zoo as well: "Who knows. If you keep going there, maybe you'll find a permanent master, if that is what you want. Who knows, maybe it'll even be us!" 

The boy, who had permission to speak, added: "I've been their Masters Jacob and Miguel's full-time slave for about a year now. I've never been happier. I never before felt like I had real purpose in life, but now I do!" 

I smiled and thought about being somebody's full-time, live in slave. Not too long ago, the idea would have repulsed me. After only two nights of going to the boy zoo, it sound like it would be the best thing that could ever happen to me...