Light shines through the window, and my eyes slowly open. I yawn, stretch, and smile at the memories of the last two days. It's been difficult, but very rewarding to serve Mistress and cater to her every whim. With her now on my mind, I roll over and expect to gaze upon her wonderful sleeping body, awaiting its morning worship. Instead, I see nothing.
I panic, and scramble out of bed. Did I forget something, is this some kind of punishment? I peek into the bathroom, but Mistress is nowhere to be found. I'm growing increasingly concerned, and don't really know what to do. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I spot a note on the dresser, clearly written in her handwriting.
"Slave," it begins. "I'm stepping out for a bit. Be a good boy and wash up. When you're done, I want you kneeling in the corner blindfolded and naked awaiting my return."
A wave of relief washing over me, I quickly do as she asks and take a quick shower. I dry off, somewhat saddened that Mistress wasn't there to shower with me, and don the blindfold in the corner. The room is surprisingly chilled, to the point where I wonder if Mistress lowered the temperature on purpose. Regardless, I have to do what she says, so I remain in the corner, shivering.
After quite some time has passed, I hear the familiar noise of the key card sliding into the door. My ears perk up and I grow excited as I hear the door swing open. A single pair of footsteps enters, and the door closes behind them.
"Good morning, Mistress," I say, obediently.
"Your Mistress is currently resting in my room" a gruff masculine voice replies.
I spend a few moments in shock, before I remember its owner, Jim. I tense up.
"She was feeling a bit neglected this morning, and decided to pay a real man a visit," he continued. "We had quite a bit of fun together while you lazily slept, and now she's taking a break. In the meantime, she's given me permission to punish you in her stead. I'm told that you are to obey me unconditionally, and she'll be checking up on us later, so do not disappoint."
I can barely control my emotions at this point. How could I have neglected my morning duties? What punishments does Mistress have in store for me? What is Jim going to do to me?
My thoughts are interrupted as Jim grabs me by the chin and runs his rough hand down my body. He grabs my cock, still in its cage, and laughs.
"I can see why your Mistress was left unsatisfied. This tiny cock is truly pathetic," he says, a hint of sadism in his voice.
He then reaches back up to my face, and yanks off the blindfold. I'm face to face with his massive cock, which appears to already be growing hard, perhaps in anticipation. He clearly hasn't showered, I can still smell Mistress' scent on it, and it honestly makes me jealous.
Jim, clearly aware of how I must be feeling, begins to rub his cock on my face. It's still moist, presumably from a mix of his and Mistress' cum from earlier. Despite how much this humiliates me, my cock begins to stir in its cage as Jim covers my face in the aftermath of his morning's activities.
He grabs my chin again, and opens my mouth wide. I comply, not wanting him to report any insolence to Mistress later. Jim then rests the head of his cock on my tongue, and issues a single command.
"Lick me clean, slave."
Still on my knees, I begin to run my tongue around the head of his meaty cock. The taste of Mistress is as intoxicating as ever, almost enough-so to keep me from thinking about what I'm actually doing here. Jim appears to be enjoying my tongue, and his dick begins to harden. I wrap my lips around it, and bob my head back and forth. As his moist cock slides deeper into my mouth, he gets more excited, and grabs the back of my head.
"I went easy on you last time," Jim starts. "I was very clearly instructed not to for this session. I'm going to treat you to a thorough facefucking. Let's see just how well you can handle it, slave."
Before I can reply, Jim thrusts powerfully. His massive cock, now quite hard, rams down my throat. I can barely handle the girth, and can no longer breath. I gag audibly, and drool spills down my chin. My nose presses against Jim's muscular pelvis, and his large hairy balls slap my chin. I look up at Jim, and he smiles down at me, clearly enjoying this.
He holds me in this position for a while, until I begin to struggle due to a lack of air. He releases me, and I gasp and choke. Before I can catch my breath, he thrusts again, this time faster than before. Instead of holding me in place this time, he begins to fuck my throat.
Each thrust is faster and stronger than the last. I choke and gag with each one, and my face is a mess of drool and pre-cum. Tears stream down my cheeks, and I struggle to breath. To add to the humiliation, Jim's large balls slap my chin audibly each time. In spite of all this, I'm surprisingly turned on, and my small caged cock drips and aches, as if to remind me of my place.
Without warning, Jim pulls his cock out of my aching mouth and forces me to the ground on my back. I relish the opportunity to breath again, although it's short-lived. Jim stands above me, his muscular body towering over me as his thick hard cock drips onto my face.
"You're not a bad cocksucker, slave," Jim states, slightly out of breath himself. "Your Mistress' pussy is obviously better, but still, I can't complain. However, she wanted me to make sure you really learn how to please a man thoroughly as part of your punishment, so we have more work to do."
Jim then begins to squat. I squirm as his powerful body, glistening with sweat, lowers down towards me. His balls rest squarely on my mouth, and my nose slides between his hairy ass cheeks. The smell is musty and masculine, and unlike Mistress' scent, entirely unenjoyable. I gag and cough, much to Jim's amusement.
"Sorry, I know I'm not your Mistress, and to be honest I haven't showered in the last day or so," he says. "I'm sure you'll take care of that for me. Breathe deep, and start cleaning my balls and taint."
I do as he says, reluctantly, and take a deep breath of his ass. My eyes water, and I stick my tongue out and begin following his orders. While I lick his balls, Jim begins fiddling with my tiny caged cock, laughing between grunts and moans of satisfaction. As if betraying me, my cock aches more than ever before, making me question how I really feel about this scenario.
Jim then slides forward, resting his ass squarely on my face. The experience is quite unlike being underneath Mistress. He's not soft, comforting, and smooth. His ass is firm, muscular, and hairy. I begin to lick, his hair growing matted with the moisture.
He moans as my tongue swirls closer and closer to his asshole, and he presses himself hard against my face. Being the well-trained slave that I am, I know this is my cue to begin licking his asshole, and I do so. I push my tongue deep inside him, cringing at the salty taste and smell. Jim grunts in approval, and I begin to push my tongue in and out of his asshole.
Jim rocks back and forth, clearly enjoying this greatly. He moves harder and faster, and my face grows damp with a mix of his sweat and my saliva. Suddenly, the door clicks, and I hear Mistress enter. This does not stop Jim from fucking my face with his ass, however.
