Slave Rapist Returns to the Scene of the Crime
Some of you may recall my post about the rape scene I set up for my slave. It featured a perpetrator I met online named Gaius. Gaius is a hot ex-military no-nonsense fucker, with a nice dick. After the rape scene, I kept in touch with Gaius, and one weekday evening suggested that he come over after my boy arrived home. I offered to let him tag team my boy’s hole bareback with me. I’ve found that tagging my boy with another hot fucker can be a lot of fun, depending on the guy I pick. So we put together a plan, and everything was set. My boy would be home around 8:00 p.m., and Gaius would arrive around 8:30 p.m.
I had my sling set up for this, and got everything ready. My boy arrived home promptly at 8:00 p.m. and I told him to get ready, because he was going to get fucked by me and my buddy, Gaius. My slave got naked and cleaned up, and then I put a hood on him. he had never seen Gaius’ face during the rape scene, and he was not going to see his face this night either. There is something fundamentally hot about a boy taking a cock up his hole, but never seeing the top’s face. I dig that.
With the hood securely on my boy, laces in back laced tightly, I next put the wrist and ankle restraints on him. I love seeing heavy leather restraints on a boy’s wrists and ankles, especially on my boy. With that preparation done, I put my slave into the sling. It was nearly 8:20 p.m. by then, so expected the rapist to return to the scene of the crime in a few minutes. I have to admit that I looked forward to seeing the rapist again. I had been exchanging messages with him intermittently, and quite honestly found him very hot. I’m not above admitting my attraction to other doms.
At 8:30 p.m. the phone rings. It’s Gaius downstairs. I buzz him in and in a few minutes I hear the elevator “ding, ding. ding.” Then a knock on my door. Gaius walks in and strips off his clothes immediately. I told him that I’d already lubed my boy up, and he was ready to go. I let Gaius go first, since he was my guest. I watched him take some of the lube from my boy’s hole to lube up his big cock. I’ve mentioned before that I don’t let just anybody bareback my slave. But I’d given Gaius permission for the rape scene, and did again for this tag team event. It turned me on to think of Gaius’ bare dick inside my property, so I was anxious to see it slide in. I was also turned on by the idea of sliding my cock into the same hole that he’s using. That sets up a whole dynamic between me and the other top that I find really hot.
In almost no time, Gaius slides into my boy’s hole. I dig that. He starts pounding my boy’s hole, going in deep and hard. My slave gives out a moan that is muffled by the hood. While Gaius is plowing my boy’s hole, I’m tweaking the boy’s nips, pinching them and twisting them. I look over at Gaius and he gets a big grin on his face. I was feeling in the mood to be kind of verbal that night, so I cheered on his thrusting with a “Yeah, give it to my boy good, fuck his hole, plow him hard…” With that, Gaius nails him even harder, which I love. Gaius keeps at it for several minutes, and then is ready to let me go at my boy for a while. I offer Gaius a bottle of water to quench his thirst. I could see that he’d already worked up a little sweat.
Next I slide my cock into my slave’s hole. The very same hole that Gaius just fucked. I imagined that some of his precum was there and I was sliding into that too. I couldn’t help but think about how hot it would be when Gaius unloaded in my boy, and then I slide into his hot load and add my own. I liked the idea of my sperm and his mixing inside my boy. I am such a pig. With that thought in mind, I fucked into my boy’s hole. At first I went slow and easy, but picked up intensity and speed as I went at it. My boy was clearly having a great time. Gaius seemed to be a good top, and I’m skilled myself.
Probably about 10 minutes had passed, and then I invited Gaius to jump back in. He was ready, and so was I. I wanted to stand behind Gaius and watch his ass muscles clench while he fucked my slave. And that’s just what I did. At some point during this round, I got behind Gaius and ran my hands over his nice tight ass, up the sides of his torso, and to his shoulders. I wiped some of the sweat from his back. I liked the idea of touching his sweaty body. I was more than a little attracted to my tag team partner. We gave the boy a short break between fucks. That gave Gaius and I a little time to regroup as well.
During the break, I offered Gaius a seat on the sofa. We were both sipping water and looking at my boy laying there in the sling, with his hole well on its way to being fucked good by the two of us. Gaius was playing with his slippery cock, and I was looking at it. Out of the blue I stood in front of Gaius and then sat down on his cock. It was spontaneous and unplanned, unscripted. But there was something about this guy that really appealed to me, and I loved the look of his cock. All I could think about was wanting that cock of his in me. So I sat on it, took it up my ass bare, and it felt great. This didn’t last for more than a minute or two. But I enjoyed the fuck out of it.
He and I pretty much continued to take turns plowing my slave. As we did, my boy’s hole became sloppier and wetter. It was perfect for fucking. I was really getting off on the tag teaming, and so was Gaius. After so many rounds of fucking that hole, he was ready to explode. I told him to “Breed my boy’s hole, fucker.” I looked at Gaius’ face and then looked at his balls tightening up. I knew the moment had almost come. And then I hear Gaius’ grunting as he blows his hot load deep inside my boy’s guts. That totally turned me on. I couldn’t wait to slide into his hot load, and add my own.
Gaius pulled out of my property, and looked spent. He had some more water, and watched me as I slid into my boy’s hole and Gaius’ load. The hole was wetter than ever now. It felt great. It was warm with his spunk, spooge, sperm. A man’s seed, the essence of lifeāit’s so primal, so animal. It took very little time for me to be ready to unload as well. I thought about how my load was going to mix with Gaius’, and that put me over the top. I dump my load inside my slave’s hole with grunting and groaning of my own. Almost immediately after I came, the phone rang. It was Lawboy.
I had invited Lawboy over to visit after his soccer game. He had arrived about an hour early. I thought to myself, what the fuck? He said that rather than go home, he just came straight away to my place. No phone call, because Law doesn’t carry a wireless phone (huh? I don’t know what that’s about). I told him that he was early, and that we had a “guest.” He said it didn’t bother him if it was okay with me for him to come up. So I buzzed him in. Law arrived upstairs in no time, so we were still naked. It was slightly awkward to introduce Gaius to Lawboy because of things that had transpired between Law and me and my slave. I introduced Law and Gaius to each other, and Gaius felt that it was best that he head out at that point. I understood that, and after all, his job there was done.
Law is very perceptive, and so after Gaius left, he just asks me point blank, “Where are the used condoms? Were you guys fucking bare?” I told him yes. He was on that like flies on shit. The reason why that is so significant is that Lawboy and I had chatted several times about the merits of barebacking, and like some other boys I’ve written about, he too has a special desire. Yes, that one. Lawboy has a fetish for pozzing. He had spent more than a little time elaborating on his deepest desire in chats with me. More on Lawboy and his dark desire in future posts.
i think this is the first time i have ever read about u in particular fucking your slave, it was damn hot and turned me on tremendously, i hope in the future i get to read more posts of u fucking your hot slave, this post was exceptionally hot by the way. keep it cumming.
Ahhhh…sounds like somethin’ out of my own book! Excellent post mate…got me hard AS, throbbin’ and droolin’ out my dick. Like your style, like your way with words. No doubt your boy is well behaved and takes it like a man whenever you’re ready. Good on ya mate.
Now THIS is fucking HOT! Keep up the awesome and consistent writing, Sir. i agree with damien in that while interesting to find out more than i ever wanted to know about scat, it got to be quite a load of dick limping crap that disappointed his and my hope for slave sharing, etc. stories day after day… through NINE constipating posting parts. I’ve always heard it takes a man who’s been a true bottom in his youth to become a total Top… and my observational experience bears that out: Don’t dish out what you can’t take yourself. Your pleasure– fucked up on scotch, poppers, & weed and hallucinating, and totally self-absorbed in yourself– i can understand. The scatpigs, I just don’t get. I mean how many guys are as caring as you were in the (excuse me while I gag) “preparation”? Have any of these 2 scatpigs ever bailed when greeted by amoeba, camphlobactor-laden, Hiv med side effected explosive diarrhea of the foulest smell imaginable? No offense or disrespect intended, but I know I’m not alone among your growing audience that hopes that you’ve truly gotton the last of this out of your system, so to speak, after beating it like a dog.
Which brings up a much more common fantasy that’s been written about on nifty.org but seems next to impossible to find, observe, or experience in reality: K9. Any true experiences with guys and male K9 would be VERY hot to read about!
Lastly, are you and your slave HIV negative or positive? At first I thought negative, given the care and what seemed usual mandate that most men using him wrap up… while you don’t. Ditto with Boy Jay… do you discuss status beforehand? You mentioned you did in the bar with the loan out of your slave, but that could be about possible reinfection. Yet you wrote no mention of ever using condoms yourself, even when you were into bloody sex with guys like tweeker no-limit boy (who won’t be neg for long if he still is).
I guess what i’m wondering is what you think younger doms and subs should garner from your blog about the role of HIV in the dark lifestyle that attracts us like moths to a flame?
You describe your slave as your most precious possession that you protect and care for and take care of… yet stand by– yet with “Mean Master” [an ironic label, given given being mean is a behavior– and that coward is just a sadistic sociopath abusing other’s slaves… as only the most low of the lowest would consider him as a master] you were not even in the same room as the scene! In other words,YOU couldn’t quickly (and didn’t) take control back as every sub i know would trust their master to do when being tortured beyond negotiated limits. Reading it, about his tears, brought me the same reaction I had two weeks ago when a woman who looked meth-ravaged began wailing on a 3-year old boy who wasn’t hers in a public store… with an intensity beyond any conceivable justification. If Master/Slave is about love/power inequality, and parent (even foster)/child is as well… then,… well, I guess I just wonder, with all due respect, Sir, “What the hell were you thinking and why didn’t you intervene IMMEDIATELY?” How does your slave learn to keep trusting you after things like that?
For those of you who haven’t seen the pictures of LSB and his slave on the web already, maybe it just doesn’t resontate the way that it did with me. The picture that comes to mind is of the 2 of you on your “balcony” with the railroad tracks in the background… You, just as you’ve desribed yourself and your slave– young, blue-eyed, vulnerable-looking, and a visage that seems scared, loving, resigned… as one would imagine living where God-knows-what is going to happen to him next. When it’s consensual, that’s cool. If he’s already poz and you’re letting strangers load him, that’s cool. If he’s neg and you are, that seems VERY incongrent with protecting him as your most valued piece of property… unless you yourself are poz and he knows and accepts that. CLE boy I suppose is right, no matter what: It will happen because it will give someone pleasure to kill him and wreak havoc on his health and life in the meantime, knowing it was THEM that did it.
What is it that stops your fantasies of snuff from becoming reality at some point– either intentionally or accidentally? Does the remoteness between cause and dealth make it ok to get subs pozzed?
Lastly, what is your definition of “breeding” a bottom relative to hiv status? Is is just about cum or more, as in “stealthing” about the bug and the control of snuffing someone’s future and ultimately, perhaps, life?
thanks boy damien, Sir, and sub-boy for the comments. Have been traveling, and just returned home last night. More soon.
LSB