sandmva

Hi all, we've taken a couple years off, but still recognize a lot of familiar faces.  Glad to see.  Been busy with family (we're uncles!!!), career changes, and more.  Older, not necessarily wiser, but still marvelous.  Ah, collarme.  It looks like a dozen people have added to your ranks since we last visited.  LOL.  Nonetheless, we're happy to see that not everyone has devoted themselves to craiglist killers.  We're looking forward to catching up.

The Game

S.

Rob had been living with us for a good three months as our slave: obedient, attractive, attentive; we thought we'd struck it rich. He'd come from the kind of privileged middle-class background that hardly ever left him wanting. A prime example of the video game generation. Still, the day we found this twenty-something boy with the tenacity to make it work was a real payday, to be sure. 

Imagine the surprise of Master M. and I then when we should arrive home early from a conference only to find Rob playing video games! M. had provided Rob with explicit instructions that he was to rake the pine needles off the bank, and as soon as we pulled up the drive to witness the tangled mess of a bank, I turned to M.: ?Maybe we forgot to untie him before we left?? The anger in M.'s eyes told a different story.

Inside, we found Rob lounging in front of the TV in the basement, with a Wii remote in his hands, fully dressed, and a beer within reach. Parched, I grabbed the beer and downed it in a few gulps. ?What do you think you're doing?? M. asked calmly.

?Oh, I...I wasn't expecting you home. So early.?

?How unfortunate!? I pined. ?We're cutting into his vacation.?

?Well, S., we can't always expect the boy to put chores before recreation,? Mike sneered.

?Indeed, it's not like he signed on as our slave, is it?? I sung.

?I'm sorry, Sirs. Please forgive me.?

?It remains to be seen how sorry you really are. Or will be. And as for our forgiveness, you'll get it after your penance,? M. hissed.  With that, M. wrapped one large hand around Rob's jaw and hoisted him to his feet. Mechanics hands, I thought. Then he ripped Rob's t-shirt clear in half, so that he stood half naked before us.

?Remove your jeans,? I barked. Quickly, without making eye contact, Rob slipped them off and tossed them aside. ?Where is your cock cage, worm??

?I left it in the bathroom.?

M. and I exchanged a dark look before I trotted off upstairs. Behind me I could hear the sharp smack of bare hand on bare ass, followed by Rob's unctuous whimpering. Quickly I found the CB6000, an ingenious little chastity device that Rob is supposed to wear at all times. Before returning to the scene of the crime however, I stopped to root through the bathroom cupboard for the baby oil that's often required to put the thing on. That's when I saw it, and smiled: a whole tube of Bengay. After applying liberal amounts to the inside of the cage, I pocketed the remainder of the tube and slinked back downstairs.

I arrived to witness Rob bent over M.'s lap, as he sat comfortably on the couch. Rob's ass was already red as Rudolph's nose, and only getting redder as M.'s broad hand came down on his plump lobes again and again, with alarming speed. Rob was already on the verge of tears, but I knew that this was nothing next to the punishment I had in mind.

?Now boys, play nice. It's only fair that I get my turn now.? M. landed a few more devastating blows on the boy's rear and let him slide off into a slump on the cold, tiled floor. M. then retreated upstairs, for what I did not know.

I patted Rob on the back while he regained his composure. ?I really was going to rake the bank, I just thought I had more time,? he sobbed.

?Shh...I know. I know.? Rob sat up, his back propped against the legs of the couch. He looked like such a little kid then, his eyes full of tears. But it had no effect on me, the anger too entrenched in my heart. ?But you slacked off. You put your own trifle pleasures ahead of ours. Disrespectful. And lazy.? With that, I held up the chastity device and raised my eyebrows.

?I'm sorry, I know, I'm not supposed to take it off, I just wanted a breather,? Rob rationalized.

?Quiet! The only way you remove this is if your cock and balls come with it. I hid the key, which means that you must have searched through our belongings. Again, such disrespect! That won't do, Rob, and we won't tolerate it in the least. Here now, let me help you put it back on.?

Rob wore a grateful expression as he stood up so that I might help him into his cock cage. ?So you're not going to punish me? What about all that 'double your pleasure, double your pain' stuff??

I smiled to myself as I slid the cage over his flaccid member and locked it into place. ?Oh, it will come,? I ruminated.  And in fact, it only took about thirty seconds before Rob's happy smile turned to a grimace of horror. 

?Get it off! Take it off!? Rob pleaded.

?I'm sorry, I don't take orders from slaves,? I hissed, slapping him strongly across the face. ?Now watch your tongue, bitch, and learn to appreciate the penalties.? With that, I grabbed a fistful of his hair and forced him to his knees. Unzipping my pants, I drew his lips to my dick, and let loose the beer I gulped earlier in a flood of hot piss.

M. returned as Rob was licking the last few dribbles off the head of my cock. In his hands he held a two pound ball weight and a fat plug. ?Here,? I said, reaching into my pocket to retrieve the tube of Bengay, ?you may need to lube it up first.? Comprehension dawned on M.s face as his eyes met the bottle, the quaking body of Rob, and the chastity device. 

Lathering both the ball weight and the butt plug with the Bengay, M. moved to Rob: ?Position 3,? and with that, Rob stood up and grabbed his ankles. Working quickly, we stuffed his whore hole and secured his balls. The burning must have been unbelievable, as Rob's tears and body tremors seemed to indicate.

?Well now,? M. began in an upbeat tone, ?who's ready for some Wii Tennis?? That's when comprehension dawned on my face: usually we didn't combine a chastity device with ball weights, but now that I knew what M. had in mind, I couldn't help but admire the suitability and brilliant cruelty of the punishment for Rob's crime. Ball weights in and of themselves are tolerable, but when combined with quick movements, they become excruciating.

?I vote for best of five!?

?I knew you would, Master S,? M. said with a smile. ?But the boy's on my team. And mind yourself, boy: for every failed return, your ass gets another taste of my palm.?

?Now, let's begin.?

Just Deserves

by Master S.

When the white Volkswagen Passat pulled up to the house, Master M. and I exchanged knowing looks.  For months we'd been searching for a boy to occupy our household as our slave.  Months? worth of emails, conversations, negotiations, foiled plans, frustration, and vain hopes swept about our lives like so many spider webs tucked in the dark corners of the deck on which we now sat and drank deeply from tall glasses of M.'s homemade lemonade.  So this one has the balls, Master M.'s eyes seemed to whisper.

We watched the boy, a stocky twenty-nine year old, from behind a curtain of morning glories that stretched like so many green and purple tentacles across the rungs of wood that ran the length of our large deck.  I had started the seeds indoors some time ago, imagining great, sweeping vines that would eventually envelop the entire deck, but my expectations there, like so many others, were too great.  Now, all I could think about was how I felt like a predator stalking this poor, unwitting prey.

The prey moved briskly up the path, his muscles rippling under the soft cotton of an old t-shirt and athletic shorts ? items that I instructed he wear for our first meeting.  Even from a distance of some thirty feet, I could see the outline of his dick, which was obviously semi-erect, swinging to and fro beneath the blanket of his mesh shorts.  His sandals flopped along as he walked the length of the deck to greet us.

?Hello there, John.  Take a seat? I offered as he approached, the tips of his dark brown hair catching a glint of sunlight.  ?Not there!? I barked as he took the liberty of lowering himself onto a lawn chaise.  ?On the floor, of course?

?I'm sorry, Sir,? he sang, and dropped, Indian-style, to the floor.

?There is no need for sorries, here, boy.  You abide by our rules, we punish your digressions, or you pack your bags,? said M. calmly.

?Yes, Sir? John chirped.

?Well, that's a start,? I remarked to M., and returning to the boy, ?But there is much more for you to do here besides apologize and sit on your ass.?

?May I ask a question, Sir?? M. nodded, with a hint of irritation streaking across his brow.  ?Who is who among you? Who is Master S., and Who is Master M.??

?Boy, you will learn that difference later.  For now, let us continue this inside.?  As I motioned to M., all three of us rose up at the same time, and as I led the way across the deck to the front door, I saw that John meant to walk in front of Master M..  I wheeled around and held the boy's face firmly with my hand, such that his cheeks were slightly puckered.  ?You never walk in front, you walk behind!? I hissed.  I guided him by his face so that his back was pressed against the siding.  M. came alongside, grasped his cock and balls from beneath the skirt of his shorts, and squeezed.  John let out a small yelp, and averted his eyes.  Satisfied, I turned to M.: ?He understands.?

We entered the house, shutting and locking the door behind us.  ?Now,? Master M. began, ?remove your clothes, fold them, and place them in a small pile beside you.  Go ahead, boy, I just gave you a command!?  I smacked the boy's ass cheeks for emphasis as he hastily undressed.

?Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir!? he offered as he kneeled, folding his clothes and placing them neatly to the side.

?Good.  Remain kneeling,? I commanded.  ?Spread your knees farther apart...no farther!? As he inched his knees uncomfortably farther apart, his balls swung vulnerably free between his thighs, his dick noticeably rising.  ?Good boy, now place your hands just above the small of your back.  This is known as the kneeling position.  Anytime we tell you to kneel, this is the position you will assume.  Got it??

?Yes, Sir? the boy nodded eagerly.

?Good, now about which one of us is which...close your eyes and open your mouth!? I approached his waiting mouth, unzipping my jeans.  By this time, I was quite excited, and when my 7 ½-inch cock met his tongue, it already glistened with pre-cum.  John washed my dick with his saliva, turning circles around the head, as I inched toward the back of his throat.  He struggled to take the whole of it, and on several thrusts, gagged but stifled his reaction as best he could.  It is difficult for me to orgasm from fellatio alone, so I made him suck me off for about another 15 minutes, grabbing his hair to direct him to my balls and ass before full-out fucking his face.  After another 15 minutes like that, I came deep into the back of his throat, bent down to his ear, and whispered, ?Master S..?

M. stepped up to the whore's mouth hole after I stepped back, and the greedy boy slurped on his fat member.  M. slapped his prince albert on the boys face and tongue, and I peeked down to see John's five-incher standing at attention.  M. caught me looking, bent sideways to spy for himself, and shared a grin with me.  I bent down behind the boy and reached around his buttocks to find his balls hanging loose and long.  Firmly, I gripped them, and pulled them taught.  John groaned, but his sounds were muffled by M.'s thick member, which, due to its upwards orientation, is nearly impossible to deep throat while kneeling.  Still, that didn't stop John from trying, while my work on his balls sent small tremors through his thighs.  As M. inched closer to orgasm, he pulled out and ejected his load onto the boy's face and open mouth.  He then rubbed his hand across the boys face, collecting the semen on his fingers and pushing them into the boys mouth to suck down.  When the boy finished cleaning his muscular hands, M. leaned forward and whispered, ?Master M..?

Releasing my stranglehold on the boy's jewels, the boy thanked us for allowing him to serve us.  ?You're welcome boy, but remember this ritual.  Any time you enter our house, you strip, kneel, and thank us for allowing you the pleasure of serving, even if we are not home, or in a different room.?  The boy nodded and I instructed him to open his eyes and stand up.  ?Now,? I said, ?follow me.?

We toured the house, and I pointed out the details of the house my lover and I had lived in then for about four years.  I showed him the half-bath he would use exclusively, the douche with which he would use to clean his other whore hole, the plugs ? in increasing length and girth ? that would fill him, the ottoman to which he'd be strapped, the rings in the basement from which he would be chained or suspended.  He wore his hard-on like a badge while he walked stiffly behind me, and I turned to notice the light catching the slick end of his cock, which was dripping with pre-cum.  ?Ha, it looks like you're excited boy! Well, good! But you have work to do first,? I said, slapping the end of his dick playfully.

?Now, go clean your whore hole out and I'll meet you back up in the guest bathroom? I commanded. 

After swinging by the toy chest, I was met with a locked door at the guest bathroom.  Immediately I unlocked the door and caught John with the tip of the douche up his bum.  He looked at me with wild eyes, obviously startled that I'd barged in on him.  ?Oh, get used to it boy! Know that the eye of your Masters' is on you always, even here, while you clean your filthy insides.?

?Here,? I said, tossing down a plastic bag brimming with leather.  ?Inside this bag you'll find a butt plug harness, your collar, and your restraints.  You're to wear them whenever you're not at work.  Keep in mind that that can change if you don't follow the remainder of our protocols.  I'm sure you reviewed them carefully before arriving? Yes, I'm sure you did.  You'll find the lube beneath the sink.  Meet me in the living room when you have finished here.?  I exited, taking with me the other items I gathered from the toy chest.

When I returned to the living room, Master M. was already seated on the leather couch, his feet propped up on an over-sized ottoman.  I had not noticed him slip away while I toured the house with John, but he was an impressive sight in his chaps and black jock.  I always kidded with M. about being a bear-in-training, but here, he looked every bit the part: his dark hair curled tantalizingly from his muscular chest, his thick thighs and buttocks ? equally hairy ? bulged against the leather of his chaps, and he wore a smirk that matched the sinister gleam in his green eyes set against high cheekbones and powerful jaws. 

?Careful,? I said, ?I wouldn't want to suck you dry before our boy even gets in here.?

?There's plenty enough in here for everyone,? and he was right...M. had the most voracious sexual appetite of any man I'd ever known, and he never failed to shoot at least a foot or more.  Anticipating John's return, I quickly slipped out of my clothes and ferreted out a leather harness and jock of which I was particularly fond.

When John returned, we were ready for him.  ?Ah, there you are, boy! I was afraid I might have to come in there and ram the plug up your hole for taking so long,? M. bellowed.

?My apologies, Sirs, the plug was big, and it's been awhile? the boy yammered.

?Well, we can certainly help you with that,? I offered, ?but first things first: come to the center of the room and stand with your legs farther apart than your shoulders...yes, that's it.  Whenever you stand or kneel, you must keep your thighs separated such that your genitals hang free, loose, and most importantly, vulnerable.? I paced around him, inspecting his goods.  His pert buttocks looked too good to pass without a squeeze and a smack, as did his chest and cock. 

?Good boy, now bend forward...no, further, until you can grab your ankles? I said, tightening my stranglehold around his balls.  As he did so, M. rose from the couch, and prowled forward.  Nearly as soon as I began to remove the straps holding in his plug, M. was rubbing J-lube on his fingers.  He inserted his powdered fingers into the boy's hole, rubbing the stuff in a circular motion around the insides of the sphincter, which was now relatively loose on account of the plug.  John moaned a little, but seemed to be enjoying himself.  I peeked down to spy his cock standing on end.

?Great! Now I have to take care of that if it's going to fit inside its cage.?

?Hey, you were the one who had him so delightfully positioned,? retorted M., who was now spitting on the boy's hole and rubbing it into the powder, making a thick lube, literally right inside the boy.  I left the boy in M.'s care while I returned to the kitchen to fetch a Tupperware container full of ice water.

When I returned to the living room, M. was already three fingers deep into the boy, and didn't show signs of stopping.

?Alright,? I said, ?that's enough boy...stand up!?  M. shot a sour look at me, but I continued, ?You will find ours to be a very chaste household, for in addition to your utmost monogamy, you shall wear a keepsake of mine.?  With that, I plunged his swollen cock and balls into the ice-water, thrilled by the whimpering emanating from his throat.  His manhood shriveled like a violet.

?Th-Thank you sir,? he stammered, as I rustled in another plastic bag for the chastity device.  Returning successful, I borrowed some lube from M.'s slimy hands, which were still massaging and prodding the boy's ass.  I swabbed his now soft member with the lube, attached the rings, and slid the cage over his dick.  I was glad now that the boy wasn't too well-endowed, as I knew from personal experience that getting the cage on myself ? when I had tried previously ? was quite difficult.

Removing his thick fingers from the boy's ass, M. directed John to the ottoman, laying him on his stomach.  We quickly secured his limbs to chains that ran underneath the ottoman, giving him barely an inches' worth of wiggle room.  Applying a blindfold to the boy, I sat down in front of him and began to fuck his open mouth while M. lubed his fat member and slid into the boy from behind.  ?Now, boy, who controls your mouth??

?Master S.? he managed to choke out. 

?Good, and your ass?? questioned M..

?Master M.?

?Good,? I said, ?now show us that you appreciate our attentions.? He greedily slurped on my cock while M. built up a ferocious pace on his other hole.  After about another 15 minutes of this, M. said, ?now, about it having been awhile,? and slid out of the boy, his hole dripping with lube.  I saw M. turn around and grab the orange bag wherein we hold our dongs and other insertables.  He pulled out a blue 18? double dong, and I knew what was coming.  He lubed the dong, and began feeding it into the boy's greedy hole.  Inch upon inch disappeared into his rectum, and soon I knew it would enter his colon.  My own thick cock muffled the boys cries, until M. had fed him the whole of the long dong. 

?Looks like your hole is hungry this afternoon,? M. snickered, but the boy's mouth couldn't even respond with a 'Yes, Sir,' filled as it was.

One by one, M. continued to lube up bigger and thicker toys for the boy's awaiting hole, until at last, he arrived at our biggest: a nine-inch monster, nearly three inches in diameter.  I wasn't sure if he'd be able to take it, but M. wasn't taking any excuses.  Again he lubed it up and began to push the monster past the last remaining gates of John's sphincter.  This time, the boy's cries made it out loudly as M. pushed on past and into his rectum.  He then began an all-out assault on the boy's hole, fucking him feverishly with this monster cock.  The boy's colon wasn't stretched enough to take the toy beyond the initial five inches, and his body ran thick with tremors whenever M. hit the entrance to his colon.  He continued pounding the boy with the monster for a good fifteen minutes, and it was clear the boy was having trouble focusing on my own cock.  It started to soften in his inattentive mouth.

?Well, boy, if you can't stay focused...? I began, and soon he found his mouth filling with my warm piss.  ?You'll have to swallow fast boy before you drown,? and he began swallowing as fast as he could as I continued to unload the full contents of my bladder.

Finishing up, I backed away from the boy's mouth, and M. placed the big dong aside.  Coming around to where I sat just a moment ago, M. too pushed the head of his cock into the boy's mouth and began to relieve himself.

?Good,? said M., shaking the excess droplets onto the boy's face.  ?Maybe next time, you'll remain focused on both your Masters' needs.  But do not consider this a punishment, for that will come later.?

As I took up position at John's rear, I groped his swollen balls that hung loftily behind his chastity cage, which was dripping with the liquids M.'s ass pounding had just forced out.  I squeezed and pulled gently, but with increasing force, until his balls were nearly pulled up to his asshole.  Good, I thought: something to work toward.  But for now, I flicked around his balls, and his body jumped with each and every flick.  He moaned against the tension built up in his ? no my ? balls, for I knew his mind was beginning to wrap itself around our ownership of even this, the most sensitive of his bodily parts. 

?These will grow swollen, and ache for release...a release that you will have to earn,? I said, flicking his balls to add emphasis to the words.  I could see the back of his head shake in acknowledgment, as M. began to harden, thrusting himself deep into the boy's mouth.   Still holding his nuts, I plowed into his gaping hole, making him take the length of my 7 ½ inches.  His body lurched forward, as my head teased the entrance of his colon, but my vice-grip on his balls prevented him from pulling away too far.  Vigorously again, I pulled out.  And in again, and on and on, until I pulled out and shot all over and inside his gaping asshole.  M. followed suit soon after, and filled the boy's mouth.  I rubbed my semen  around his sphincter, and walking around to his front, I allowed the boy to clean my fingers and my cock with his tongue.  ?Treasure these liquids,? I said simply.

?Yes, Sir, Thank you, Sir!?

M. unclipped John from the Ottoman, and I moved to the adjacent couch, replying ?Good boy, now about that punishment...remove your blindfold and come lie across my lap.?

The butt plug still hung from his harness, and as he motioned to reinsert it, M. snapped, ?No, mongrel! That hole is ours now, and nothing comes out, or goes in, without our expressed permission.?

?I'm sorry, Sir,? he pleaded, ?it won't happen again.?

?You're sure as fuck it won't,? I said, gesturing for him to lie himself across my lap as directed.  He followed, and I ran my hand lightly across his cheeks.  ?Now, tell me why you deserve this punishment,? I guided.

As he began to speak, I slid three fingers into his rectum, feeling for his prostate.  ?Because I was inattentive to your needs,? John offered. 

?And...? I said, pressing hard against his swollen prostate.

?And I assumed to return my butt plug before commanded,? he confessed, and with that, I gave him two, firm and forceful smacks, his body jumping, my hand-print retreating slowly on each cheek.

?That is correct, and now I want you to repeat your reasons aloud until I tell you to stop,? and as he finished one crime, he got another wallop to his butt, and on and on he went, repeating himself another 5 times, each smack of my hand becoming more and more forceful.  Soon, his legs trembled and his voice cracked.  M., who up until this point had been watching with lustful, angry eyes, now rummaged in one of the bags of goodies.  Seeing that he retrieved the slapper, I let John continue his apologies for another five whacks, until at last I ordered, ?Stop now, that is good enough.?

?However,? pipped M., ?You cannot have twice the pleasure without twice the punishment.  Get up boy, and place your hands on the ottoman.?  The boy, who was cradled on the ground since I let him slip off my lap, jumped to his feet to follow M.'s lead.  ?Good! Now spread your legs wider?that's it! And stick your butt out,? which was facing in my direction, while M. circled, gently running the slapper around his balls.  M. swatted lightly at the boy's jewels, and John jumped and moaned abruptly. 

?Thank you, Sir!? said the boy.  ?Should I continue to recite my wrongdoings??

?Yes, but I want you to whisper them to yourself as I continue.?  Slowly, and deliberately, M. began to lay down long strips of white on the boy's already reddened rear.  He cried out loudly, but continued to whisper his trespasses.  After about ten strokes from M., John's legs shook violently, and I swore I saw a tear or two hit the leather surface of the ottoman.  Finishing up with another five, M. put down his slapper, and pulled the boy into a tight embrace.  I got up and joined in the embrace, while M. whispered, ?It's over...you took it well.  Your resilience gives us pride.?  We hugged for another minute, all of us basking in the warmth of each others' bodies and each others' love.

Pulling apart, I reached down into a nearby bag, and produced a 1-pound ball stretcher, fastening it to the boy's goods.  As soon I let them absorb the full weight of the metal weight, he moaned deeply.  ?Now, go clean the kitchen!? I said while quickly reinserting his plug and tightening the straps, ?and continue your schedule as you were provided before you arrived.  Our rewards, or punishments, await you.?