Author note: All characters in this work of fiction are 21 years or older. Trigger warning: This story contains homophobic slurs.
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Sam was confused after his cock sucking training with Lucio, Master Sergio's bodyguard. Sam's life had changed drastically in a short time. He was a straight college stud, only to be captured and sold into sexual slavery to Master Sergio. Now labeled a faggot sex slave, something was awakening in him sexually. He felt things that were new and completely foreign to him.
Lucio returned Sam to the slave quarters after their training session. Sam was exhausted. He had little sleep the night before, when his cherry was taken, followed by the training with Lucio. Sam took a shower and attempted to clean Master Sergio's cum from his pussy. There was a lot of it! He laid down to rest.
Although tired, he was restless. Sam couldn't stop thinking about Lucio's cock, how it tasted and smelled, how it felt lodged inside his mouth. The man adeptly taught Sam how to 'make love' to a cock. Sam couldn't help but understand why Lucio didn't fuck him when he had ample opportunity. It filled Sam with emptiness. The conflicting emotions were festering within Sam, eating at his soul. 'How can this man be on my mind so much,' he thought. 'I shouldn't give one flying fuck about him!' He rolled over on the bed, laying prone on his stomach, in his naked state, and drifted to sleep, images of sucking cock and being fucked by cock filling his subconscious.
When he awoke a few hours later, a tray of food was waiting in the room for him. Sam was ravenous and devoured the contents. The muscle hunk realized he hadn't done any exercise for days. Sam started a routine of pushups, crunches, squats, and burpees. He hoped he might soon gain access to a weight room. Surely, Master Sergio would desire him to keep his muscular fitness, he reasoned. Sam was a gym rat, obsessed with fitness.
Just as he was completing a set of squats, Master Sergio entered, accompanied by two bodyguards, one of whom was Lucio. The Master admired his slave's muscular glutes when he was deep in a squat. "It's good to see you making yourself at home, pucho," he said. "I admire a slave who strives to keep his body top-notch for his Master."
Sam stood at attention. "Yes, Master Sergio," he said. "I desire nothing more than that, Sir."
"That's good, puta," he smiled at Sam. Master Sergio caressed Sam's upper body, his pecs, and arms. "You treat your body well. Lucio, see that my new American faggot has twice daily access to the exercise facility."
"Yes, Sir," Lucio answered. Sam and Lucio locked their gaze for a brief moment. Lucio bit his lip.
"Thank you, Master Sergio. I cannot thank you enough for this opportunity. Physical fitness is important to me, Sir," Sam said. The slave was truthful and hopeful to return to the gym soon to show off his prowess and prove his manhood.
"I will show you how you can thank me in a minute, pucho," the Master replied. "I understand your mouth pussy has improved considerably." The man placed two fingers at Sam's lips, prying them open, probing the boy's mouth. Sam knew what was required from his Master. He began sucking on Master Sergio's fingers like they were lifelines.
Lucio surveyed the scene quietly, but pain appeared visible in his eyes. He saw the Master finger fucking Sam's mouth while Sam eagerly sucked and swallowed them. Sam seemed to enjoy his Master digits, Lucio thought. Lucio knew this was the routine but wished he could excuse himself. He preferred to not be a witness to the spectacle on display.
"I'm ready to experience your cock sucking skills firsthand, puta," Master Sergio said. "Guards, leave us!" Master Sergio declared. Lucio and his co-worker exited the room. The guards knew to stand attention outside the room. Lucio was relieved to depart, hoping the noise would be inaudible from the hallway. He had no interest in hearing Sam and Master Sergio having sex.
Sam watched Lucio leave and couldn't reconcile his feelings, why he felt so connected to the bodyguard. Master Sergio dislodged his fingers from the boy's mouth. "Alright, pucho. Time for your mouth pussy to go to work," he said. "Now strip my clothes."
Sam obeyed and unbuttoned his Master's shirt, slipping it off to expose the muscular torso. Sam leaned in and kissed Master Sergio's nipples, licking his chest as his hands continued to undo his Master's belt and pants. The slave wanted to be efficient and caring, trying his best to avoid punishment. He added words of praise, "Oh, Master, you are an exceptional Man! I am lucky to be with you!" Sam knew the Master loved to have his ego stroked.
Sam had descended so quickly into depravity and sexual slavery. He truly was a bitch, Sam thought, as he worked on his Master's body. He had fleeting moments of wondering where the 'straight' Sam had gone.
Master Sergio guided Sam's head down to his crotch, forcing the slave to kneel before him. He firmly placed his hands on Sam's neck collar, steadying him in place, while Sam unfastened and lowered his Master's trousers. This time the Master was wearing a pair of white Dolce and Gabbana briefs. His cock was straining in the briefs as Sam lunged forward, burying his nose and mouth against the cotton, inhaling the scent of his Master. "Oh, Master! You are a fucking, God!" Sam exclaimed and then reached up to peel away the briefs.
The 9-inch cock greeted Sam enthusiastically, prodding him in his nose. Unlike his first encounter with Master Sergio, Sam knew exactly what to do. He grasped his Master's cock and stroked it gently, lovingly, while gazing up at him. He pulled back the foreskin to expose the purple glans, precum leaking from the meatus. Sam tongued and lapped the head of the cock greedily, "Mmmmm." He worked his mouth down the sides of the shaft and nuzzled his mouth against the man's testes. Sam suckled one hemi-scrotum and then the other. He tugged gently on the ball sack with his mouth while using his hand to stroke the man's hard cock.
Master Sergio was enjoying it. "Fuck yes, pucho! Work that cock, you hungry faggot!" The Master was rubbing Sam's head and neck affirmatively. Sam was relieved that his Master had not lashed out at him yet.
Sam continued to suck and slurp. He was pleased with his Master's words of encouragement. He knew the time was right. Sam returned his lips to the meaty head and pursed them around it. He locked his eyes up at Master Sergio. Sam relaxed his tongue and let the cock slide down his tongue, working its way to the back of his throat. Master Sergio's 9-inch cock touched the pharynx, and Sam didn't even blink from the poke. The Master's pubes were nestled against Sam's upper lip. The Master rested there momentarily, watching his slave take it like a proper cock-sucking whore. "Fuck, pucho! You are a cock aficionado already!" Master Sergio savored the moment, looking down at Sam and viewing his entire cock lodged intact in his slave's mouth. The Master revelled at an American muscle stud kneeling and taking his 9-inch cock like it was second nature.
The Master grabbed Sam's collar and thrust wildly into the slave's oral cavity. Sam steadied himself by grabbing on for dear life by clutching his Master's hips. Sam remained a consummate expert. He sucked in and relaxed his palate, never once allowing his throat to gag. It was as though Master Sergio's cock was a perfect fit for Sam's mouth and throat. Sam continued to lock eyes on Master Sergio's face. He could see the rapture in his Master's eyes as he achieved orgasm quickly.
"Fuck yes, pucho!" the Master yelled. Streams of warm cum filled Sam's throat as the Master held tightly to the slave's head, keeping his cock wedged deep in the slave's throat. Sam sucked and swallowed his Master's cum. He was eager to please his Master, "Mmmmmm." The salty and bitter cum traveled deep inside Sam's guts, as it always should from Master to faggot.
Master Sergio pulled Sam off his knees and put his hands on his cheeks. "You have performed well, my precious American faggot. Lucio has trained you well." Sam felt his heart race again at the mere mention of Lucio.
The Master reached down and tugged at Sam's 'clit cage.' "You are leaking, boy. You enjoy sucking my cock, don't you?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir," Sam answered, knowing this was the answer his Master expected. Sam was developing blue balls from lack of orgasm. He desperately wished he could cum. He couldn't recall going this long without fucking pussy. Sam missed his pick of the babes from college.
"That's good. But remember, it's your pussy that must always be your primary focus." He fingered Sam's hole as a reminder to the slave. Master Sergio tossed Sam handily onto the bed. "Get your cunt up into the air, puta!"
Sam obeyed his Master and assumed the knee-chest position, waiting to be pounced. He could not understand how this fifty-something man could go multiple rounds without resting. 'Fuck, even I need a recharge after I cum,' Sam thought.
