Hi, my name is Rich and I'll be telling the story of our adventure. If you're familiar with our stories then you know that they are usually told by my friend, Phil. However, Phil asked me to tell this story from my point of view which is a very different point of view from his.
For those of you who may be new to our stories here's a little background. Phil and I have been best friends since we were children. We grew up together, were each other's best man, and have been as close as two guys can be, or so I thought. That closeness was deepened even further when, one day, Phil confided his deepest desire to me. We were both in our mid-forties, the kids were out of the house and we were enjoying being empty nesters. One day we were sitting on Phil's patio, enjoying a few adult beverages, when Phil told me of his deepest desire, the desire to suck another man's cock. I was shocked at first but immediately I knew two things; first, I was very pleased and humbled that Phil felt secure enough in our friendship to actually voice his desire and second, that I was in complete agreement with him! I too had been feeling this desire to have a cock in my mouth, to feel its velvet heat as it passed over my lips and tongue but had been too timid and embarrassed to say anything to him. Mere seconds later I responded that I felt the same way and that very day our desires were realized. To say that it was amazing would be inadequate. It was the fulfillment of long suppressed desires made more intense by the simple fact that these experiences were had with my best friend!
That first month we were together as often as possible, sucking each other off whenever we had the opportunity. We spent so much time in each other's garage our wives began to comment on it! We knew we had to be a bit more discrete but it was an effort nonetheless as we could hardly keep our hands off each other. It was about this time that our relationship changed once more, and, in my opinion, for the better. We were in Phil's basement and, as usual, I had a mouthful of his delicious cock. Phil's cock was about the same size as mine, 6 inches or so, and decently thick with a large red-purple head. We're both uncircumcised so as he hardened the foreskin drew back exposing the throbbing head. As I was sucking him I told him that I felt like such a slut sucking him off but I loved it. Phil's eyes grew wide and he seemed lost in thought. Then he told me that if I felt like a slut I should be treated like one! He grabbed my head and began fucking my mouth, using me for his pleasure. At first, I was surprised, then something deep inside me clicked on and I began to love it! He fucked me hard, so hard it seemed like my lips would bruise but I just grabbed his legs and held on! My cock was as hard as it had ever been and I knew I wanted more, much, much more., When Phil came he shoved his cock deep into my mouth, blasting his come so deep I had to swallow or be drowned. Once we both calmed down we talked about what had happened and we both agreed that we had enjoyed it very much. I realized that I had a submissive side that had been awakened and Phil was just the person to bring it out in me. From that day forward, when we played, I was Slut and he was my master, Sir.
But, enough background, on to our story. I had been hanging out at home all day alone as my wife had gone for the weekend to visit her sister. I had already eaten and was settling down to watch some TV when the cell phone rang. The caller ID showed it to be Phil so I was already excited when I answered.
"Hi Phil," I said, excitedly.
"Get ready, Slut, I'll see you in fifteen!" he growled, hanging up before I could even respond! I grinned happily, we were going to play! Stripping my clothes off I carried my shirt, pants and slip-on shoes into the garage. Setting my clothes on the hood of the car I reached under my workbench and pulled out my "treasure box" as I called it. This box contained my most prized possessions. I'd had it made specially, bespoke, so to speak, to my exact specifications. It was one quarter inch thick aluminum, ten inches wide, eight inches long and six inches deep. It was powder coated in matt black with no visible hinges or clasp. It had a ten-wheel combination with nine numbers on each wheel so there were millions of possible combinations. It was lined with royal blue velvet, and if I say so myself, was quite beautiful. Thumbing in the combination I slowly opened the lid. There inside were my most precious possessions. With shaking hands, I took out the first item, my collar. It was thick black leather with a brass plaque that read SLUT in large block letters. Fixing the collar around my neck I took the small but sturdy lock and, slipping it through the ring, snapped it shut. The click of the lock caused me to smile joyously, my collar being a very visible representation of my submission. Next out of the box was my cock cage. For those of you unfamiliar with the term, a cock cage is a device, with a lock, that fits over the penis and locks behind the scrotum. It, very effectively, prevents a slave from getting an erection! My cage was, as noted above, specially made for me. Master had originally bought one he had found at an adult shop but it was very generic and didn't fit very well. Not long after he found someone who made personalized cages and had one made for me. The fitting session was one I will never forget, but I'll save that story for another time.
Luckily my cock hadn't hardened too much, so with a quick squeeze, I was able to slip my shaft into the sleeve, snugging it tight to my body. Slipping my scrotum into the clasp I closed it, pulling down on my ball sack so that it was good and tight. Snapping the clasp, I slipped the second lock into the loops and clicked it shut. The sound of the click sent a shiver throughout my body like it always did, knowing that I was now completely owned by my master. The last thing in the box were some relatively new items, four skimpy thongs, two black and two red. I had bought them just in the last week as a surprise for my master. They were made of silk, with very thin elastic straps attached to a triangle of cloth, three inches wide and four inches long. Sliding the thong up my legs I pulled it over my cage, adjusting it on my hips, making sure the back was nestled between my cheeks. It was so thin it was invisible where it went between my cheeks leaving my ass beautifully exposed. Turning around I donned my shirt and pants and slipped on my shoes. I now had on only five articles of clothing, knowing happily that I could be naked in seconds.
Standing at the door I watched for Phil to pull into the driveway, which he did a minute later. Locking the door behind me I walked casually to his car and climbed in. He was backing out of the drive before I even had my seatbelt buckled so I quickly snapped the clasp then began taking off my pants. Almost from the beginning, whenever we were in the car, I would have to take off my pants, spread my legs as wide as I could, exposing myself, naked from the waist down, to my master's gaze, a task I enjoyed immensely! As I slid my pants down to the floor I opened my legs, raising my hips to show off my new thong.
"What's this, Slut?" he asked, his eyes meeting mine, a pleased smile on his face.
"A present for you, Sir, do you like it?" I asked, humping my hips off the seat.
"Very much, you look very sexy, very sexy indeed," he said, his eyes going back and forth between looking at the road and looking at me. "Take it off and hand it to me," he said.
Grasping the elastic at my waist I slowly slid it down, over my ass and down my legs. I felt the strap between my cheeks pulling reluctantly from where it had been resting. With a final snap it came loose, the thong sliding smoothly down my legs. Toeing my shoes off I pulled my feet out of my pants, pulling the thong down and over my feet. Holding the thong by my thumb and forefinger I dangled it in front of Sir's face. Taking it from me he drew it to his nose, sniffing it. I hoped it smelled of me, of my ass, but I wasn't sure. He smiled at me then hung it on the rearview mirror! I was happy my present had pleased him but I wondered what anyone who might see two guys in a car with a thong hanging from the mirror. Upon reflection, I really didn't care. My master was pleased and that's all that mattered. Relaxing back into my seat I spread my legs as wide as I could, given the tightness of the car, of course. My caged cock was now proudly displayed, throbbing slightly with the beat of my heart. Master began caressing the inside of my thigh, slowly running his hand over me, getting closer and closer to my cock. I whimpered piteously, begging silently for his touch. I knew not to ask, but that didn't mean I couldn't make my desire known.
"You are such a slut," he said knowingly. "You love having me touch your caged cock, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir," I said, our eyes locking, but his hand never moved any closer to my cock.
"You're gonna get plenty of that tonight where we're going so you'll just have to wait, but I think you'll find the wait rewarding."
"Where *are* we going, Sir?" I asked, intrigued.
"You'll find out soon enough, so be quiet and all will be revealed." We drove in silence the rest of the way, his hand casually caressing my thigh but that was all. By the time we reached our destination I was going crazy with need. It was then I realized our destination, the adult bookstore and video arcade of our friend, Ken. Ken has been featured in a few of our stories and has become a good friend. His place had also been the venue for a number of our adventures and it looked like it was going to be again.
"Get dressed," Sir said as we pulled into a parking spot on the south side of the building. He honked the horn once and got out of the car. I followed, buckling my pants as I went. We were met at the door by Ken who shook our hands, inviting us in.
"It's good to see you both," Ken said in greeting. I began stripping as soon as the door closed and was soon standing there naked and ready for whatever came next.
"I see someone's eager!" Ken said grinning wickedly. "You tell him what's on the agenda for the evening?" he said to master.
"Nope, he's ready for anything and I like to surprise him, makes it more fun for him," he said. Reaching into a small duffle bag I hadn't noticed before, master pulled out a black piece of rubber. Shaking it out I saw that it was some kind of rubber mask. It had thin mesh over the eyes, a slit for the nose and a big hole for the mouth. I noticed it also had letters sewn on, letters that spelled out SLUT in gold sequins!
"Turn around," he said, holding the mask in his hands. Turning my back to him I felt him slip the mask over my head, pulling it down so that it snuggly fit my face. Lacing it up he pulled it tight so that it fit like a second skin. My head was now completely covered, down to my collar. Gazing at a nearby mirror I looked at myself and couldn't believe what I saw. Looking back at me was a slave/slut, with a rubber hood proclaiming his status, his cock restrained by a stainless-steel cage. He was magnificent!
"Thank you, Sir, I love it!" I exclaimed, smiling giddily.
