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At Master's Table

By: Belle_in_south



He glanced at the clock on the wall, expecting his friends any minute. The table was set with snacks and cards and poker chips. A cooler with chilled beer bottles sat nearby. Everything was in place for the party, including the girl. He glanced at her, kneeling next to his chair, her head bowed but her back straight, and grinned. He was proud of his property. She was beautiful and well-trained. She wore her dark hair long and had big brown eyes. She had a black leather collar around her neck, but she was not attached to a leash tonight. She wore nothing else. Her pale breasts were firm, her nipples puckered in the cool room. He paused to pinch and tug on her hard nipple. "You ready to be a good luck charm tonight?" he asked, though he knew he wouldn't get an answer. He used the same tone of voice most people used when talking to their dogs. "Daddy's gonna win lots of money tonight, and you are going to help me."

She was starting to respond to the rolling and tugging of her nipple, her body stretching toward him, her mouth opening slightly. The motion caused her to lift her hips and he admired her smooth mound. He pinched down harder and she released a soft whimper from her throat. The sound excited him. "Up," he ordered. She immediately stood. He spun her and pushed her over the arm of his chair. He took his thumb and began massaging her clit, forcing her legs apart with his knee. "Little bitch," he growled, slapping his free palm against her ass. Her hips were starting to rock so he spanked her again. "Dirty horny bitch." 

He pressed harder, his thumb rotating and massaging, while his free hand worked open the buttons on his jeans. He slapped his stiffening dick against her ass while he worked his thumb faster. He positioned the head at her slick opening and was getting ready to thrust forward when the doorbell rang. He stepped back, tucking himself back into his pants and getting control of his breathing. He slapped his palm against her ass one more time before walking toward the door. He glanced toward her before opening it and was pleased to see her back on her knees, head bowed, back straight. He saw the flush to her skin and grinned proudly.

Ted Dyer was the first to arrive. Ted was always the first to arrive. He was a short man with thinning hair, but he went to the gym religiously. Ted lived alone and looked forward to poker night more than any of the other five individuals in the club. He talked a little too much, but he never won more than a hand or two, so the club kept him. Ted greeted Dean Riker and walked into the house without looking at the girl. "Can you believe that shit Bob threw at us today?" he demanded, walking straight to the beer cooler. "I mean, he brings us this load of paperwork at four o'clock and expects us the have it all done by quitting time. It's not even that important. It doesn't need to be done by Monday. Hell, it doesn't even need to be done by next Friday. What kind of shit is he on, anyway? Just because he has the power to tell us to do something doesn't give him the right to order us around. You know what Bob's problem is? Bob wanted that promotion and now he's pissed off because he has the responsibility and nobody to go drinking with. Bob is pissed off because he thought that hot little number in the steno pool would fuck him because he has the title Manager, and he's not getting any from there. He sits behind his desk wanking to online porn all day while we do all his work and make him look good."

While Ted had been talking, he had unzipped and removed his pants. He sat down at the poker table and popped a chip in his mouth, finally silencing his tirade as the doorbell rang again. Riker opened it without responding to Ted. Ivan Novahich was leaning against the door jamb with a bottle of wine in his hands. "Riker, I hope you are ready to lose it all tonight. I am feeling lucky. Hi, Ted." He patted the girl on the head and handed her the bottle. She silently rose and walked into the kitchen to take care of it. "I'll tell you how lucky I am. That wine came with a free hand job."

"From a man or a woman?" Ted grumbled.

"Why? Do you want to volunteer for seconds?' Ivan asked in his thick Eastern European accent. "Because there's plenty for you, Teddy boy, I mean, if your old flabby body can make me get it up."

"Trust me, Comrade, if that did it for me, you'd be saluting all the time."

The girl returned and silently handed Ivan a glass of the wine. She sat the bottle in some ice next to his spot at the table and then knelt in front of him, unzipping his pants and pushing them down his legs. He sipped the wine while he watched her work, and then took the seat across from Ted at the table as the doorbell rang again. 

Mila Navaro was a goddess. Every time she walked into a room at work, everyone fell silent. Each had their own fantasy of Mila's blonde hair spilling over the pillows of their bed or her long legs wrapped around their hips as they drove into her. So far, only Riker and the hot number in the steno pool knew that feeling. Mila typed a lot more letters than anyone else in her department. "Riker, Darling." She greeted him with a long kiss. She trailed her red nails down the girl's cheek and the girl pressed into the caress. "Some wine, dear." The girl immediately rose and disappeared into the kitchen again. Mila crossed to Ivan, standing beside his chair. She bent slightly and when he turned to greet her, he was greeted by a glimpse of her large breasts. "Hello, man-slut."

He licked his lips and placed his hand on the inside of her leg, pushing up slowly. "Why, Mila, it would appear that I am happy to see you."

She tucked her finger under his chin and tilted his face up. "I told you to call me Ma'am."

"Yes, Ma'am," he whispered, his fingertips reaching the top of her legs. 

She stepped away, sinking into the chair beside Ivan and crossing her legs as the girl handed her a glass. "Hello, Ted, and are you as happy to see me as Ivan is?"

"Always," Ted answered. He didn't continue. He never seemed to be able to talk when Mila was present, but that wasn't the only reason Riker invited her to play poker with them. "Uh, Riker, is Karl coming?"

"Not tonight. He's a newlywed, you know. He'll be back soon enough."

"Who's coming in his place?"

"Neil Harlow."

"Does he know the rules?"

"I told him to bring a thousand dollars and a box of rubbers. I think he'll get the picture." He looked at the girl and a grin formed on his face. "In fact, I think we should surprise him." He tilted his head and she obediently crawled under the table. The table cloth dropped into place and someone not looking for her would not see her.

She saw plenty. Mila uncrossed her legs beneath the table and opened them, giving the girl a view up the short skirt to the blond pussy hidden beneath. The goddess had her hand in Ivan's lap, slowly stroking him to erection. On the other side, Ted's cock was stiff and his legs were bouncing excitedly. The tip of Ivan's cock was glistening with pre-cum by the time Neil Harlow rang the doorbell.

"Harlow," Riker greeted. "Glad you could make it. I believe you know everyone."

"What is this? Strip poker?"

"In a manner of speaking," Mila answered in her husky voice. "And I'm winning." Ivan jerked stiff and a stream of cum hit the girl under the table. "Where are our manners?"

Ivan licked his lips and struggled to speak. "Thank you, Ma'am," he whispered, his face flushed red. 

Riker took his seat and indicated that Harlow should take the remaining chair. Riker shuffled the cards, announced the game, and dealt the cards. Everyone threw in their chips and for the next several minutes, only the sound of the game filled the room. There was an eager anticipation in the room as the bets increased. Riker was the first to fold. He casually leaned back in his chair and the girl laid her cheek against his knee. He calmly petted her head while the game continued, his fingers combing through her long hair. Ivan and Mila folded next. Riker nudged Ted, who folded the next round. Ted threw his cards down in frustration and Harlow took the pot.

The money was not the only prize the winner of a hand got. Underneath the table, the girl shifted. Harlow dealt the cards and announced the next game. As the group made their bets, the girl nudged her head between his knees. He jumped and cursed, hitting his thighs against the table in surprise. Ivan and Mila laughed. "Welcome to poker night," Riker said calmly as he placed his bet. The girl unbuttoned and unzipped Harlow's trousers and pulled his cock free. "Harlow," Riker announced. "It's your bet."

Harlow was watching as the girl began licking the head of his cock and took a moment to refocus on the game. He placed his bet and groaned as the girl wrapped her lips around the tip and began sucking. Her tongue expertly teased the opening. Harlow scooted to the edge of his seat, pushing his dick deeper into her mouth, as it came his turn to up the ante. He swallowed with difficulty and threw some additional chips on the table. His vision swam as he attempted to focus on the cards. The girl's mouth quickened, sucking harder on his lengthening cock. "Fuck," he growled, placing his free hand on her head to hold her in place. Across the table, Riker grinned knowingly, calmly raising the bet.

Ted folded first, frustration on his face. Ivan calmly pulled out next. Harlow was sweating and had loosened the collar of his shirt. His breathing was labored. "I'm done," he announced, laying his cards on the table. As soon as he pulled out of the round, the girl pulled back, releasing his cock from her talented mouth. "What the fuck?" he snapped, looking down in surprise and disappointment.

"Those are the rules," Ivan explained. "Winner gets a prize, but only as long as you are alive in the next round."

Mila quietly threw chips on the stack. Her steely blue eyes were focused on Riker's face. Riker studied her unreadable expression. "I call," he said, matching her bet and spreading his cards. "Four of a kind, sevens."

A smile broke on Mila's face. Under the table, her legs opened. "Come on, baby," she said as she spread her cards across the table, revealing an ace, king, queen, jack, and ten of hearts. She carefully stacked her winnings before she gathered all of the cards and shuffled them.

Underneath the table, the girl had already shifted. She licked the inside of Mila's thighs, working her way toward the juncture of the woman's long legs. Mila kept her mound trimmed and the girl used the tip of her tongue to weave among the tight curls. Mila did not respond as she dealt the next hand. The girl moved her tongue to Mila's slit, lapping up and down slowly. As the group around the table began placing their bets, Mila opened her legs wider and the girl's tongue dipped between her swollen lips.

Her tongue found Mila's clit and circled it, working closer to the bud with each rotation. Mila did not react when the girl finally reached her sensitive button. The girl began lapping against her clit. The players raised their bets and got new cards. For a moment, the room was silent except for the soft sound of the girl licking Mila. Ted fidgeted and Harlow cleared his throat. Ted folded immediately, choosing to save his money for a better round. The girl licked faster as Harlow and Ivan raised the bet. Mila answered and Riker folded. Ivan knew Mila, so he folded the next round. Harlow eagerly raised the bet one more time and Mila called. Her three of a kind beat his two pair and she prepared to deal again.

The girl did not pause in her ministrations to the woman. She curled her tongue and found Mila's opening. She started thrusting in and out, curling her tongue inside Mila's deep canal. Mila remained calm as the game continued. Ted and Ivan played cautiously, waiting until Mila's luck was spent, but Harlow was not as wise. In his eagerness to have the girl finish the job on him, he bet high on weak hands. Each round, his pile of chips grew smaller and he became more agitated.

Underneath the table, the girl did not relent in her assault on Mila's throbbing pussy. She thrust her tongue in and out of the blonde's tunnel and rubbed the goddess's clit with her talented tongue. Mila was wet and the sound of the girl licking grew louder. She removed her jacket and unbuttoned the top three buttons of her silk blouse. Her nipples pressed against the smooth material, but her breathing remained carefully controlled.

Riker did not react until Mila won the fourth hand in a row. His eyes narrowed and he leaned forward, watching her every move as she dealt the cards. Harlow folded quickly, finally realizing that Mila was on a roll. Riker's concentration on Mila distracted him from Ivan. Ted also folded, his eyes flickering nervously at Riker. The host of the party was tense. 

Mila's body started rocking on the chair as the betting increased, the motion rubbing her pussy against the girl's face. Her eyes glistened and her breasts rose and fell rapidly. Riker kept pushing her bet higher and Ivan stayed with them. "I call," Riker finally growled, flipping over his cards. "Two pair."

Mila moaned, dropping her cards. "I have three of a kind." Her voice caught and she leaned back in her chair. "Oh, yes. Jesus." She looked down at the girl underneath the table. The girl was on her hands and knees and gazing up at Mila with adoration, her lips and chin glistening with Mila's juices. "Come on, baby," she panted. "More."

Riker pushed away from the table as the girl started to inch forward, but Ivan's voice stopped them all. "Mila, you can never bluff when you are cumming. I have a straight." The girl moved to Ivan, her tongue swirling around the head of his stiffening cock. Riker came back to the table, drumming his fingers on the table as Ivan smiled and began dealing a new hand. The girl licked his cock from base to tip and then circled the fat tip. She rubbed her tongue on his balls as the next hand proceeded.

Ivan didn't have the control that Mila did. By the middle of the hand, he was rocking back and forth, thrusting his cock in and out of the girl's mouth. He didn't fold, but Ted finally had a lucky round and won. The girl knew Ted. She knew he didn't need the extra attention that Mila and Ivan required. She took his whole hard cock into her mouth, working the head into her throat. She started sucking immediately and Ted stiffened. Her head started bobbing as he dealt the cards. The head of his cock moved in and out of her throat and he exploded in her mouth before they finished the round. Ivan won and she went back to licking him, avoiding his cock each time he tried to thrust into her mouth.

Ivan's distraction gave Harlow the opening he needed. He finally won a second hand and eagerly sat up straight, shifting to the edge of his chair so that the girl could have full access. She didn't attack full force. She lightly teased him with her lips, kissing along his throbbing shaft. She didn't lick him or suck him. She kissed his heavy balls and when he won a second round, she took him in her mouth. He bucked upward, his balls slapping her chin. He half stood as he thrust in and out of her mouth. He kept betting and was out of money by the end of the round. 

The girl sat back on her heels, cum dripping down her chin, as Harlow recovered. "Jesus," he groaned. "How often do you all do this?"

Riker laughed as he laid down his hand of cards, finally winning a round. "Fuck," Ivan growled, throwing his cards across the table. Riker reached under the table and lowered the zipper of his jeans. He freed his cock and waved it teasingly at the girl underneath the table. She moaned softly as she crawled to him, the first sound she had made all evening. She began licking him, her tongue lapping up and down his lengthening rod. He collected his winnings and began dealing the next round. She rubbed her tongue over every exposed piece of skin as the betting increased. 

"This hand sucks," Mila groaned, folding early. She slid back her chair, her eyes dropping to watch beneath the table. She unbuttoned another button on her silk blouse and slipped her hand inside, massaging her breast as she watched the girl please her master. Her small hand was stroking his thick shaft as her tongue rubbed his heavy balls. She was taking her time with him, and as a result, Riker had no problem keeping his concentration focused for a second victory.

"That's it for me," Ted announced. "I'm done for the night. Come on, Harlow, I'll buy you a beer and help you come up with a reason to tell your girlfriend you lost a thousand bucks tonight." He stood and put on his pants. Harlow reluctantly stood. Ivan grunted in farewell, nervously looking at his new cards. Mila smiled warmly at both of them and assured them she would look forward to the next game.

"Thanks for coming, gentlemen...and for cumming," Riker chuckled. The girl was sucking on the head of his cock now, her lips moving up and down as she continued to lick the tip. Riker didn't seem to notice. "Ante up," he ordered the two remaining players. The sound of chips hitting the pile and the girl's mouth moving slowly over Riker was the only sound in the room as they examined their cards. Ted and Harlow exited and Riker winked at Mila. "I think he had a good time."

"I almost felt guilty taking his money," she replied. "But only almost." She whistled low. "Baby, I hope you are ready for some more pussy."

"Dammit," Ivan growled, throwing his cards down again. 

Riker lifted one eyebrow at Mila. "I think you are bluffing."

"Then put your money where your mouth is."

"If I win, you have to take off your shirt for the rest of the night."

"If I win, I get to take the bitch home with me for the weekend."

They stared at each other in silence, each daring the other to blink and reveal their true hand. Riker leaned forward, his hand on the girl's head as it bobbed in his lap. He knew she was listening to the conversation. "If I win, you stay the weekend here."

Mila's breasts were rising and falling as the competition intensified. "If I win, you take off all of your clothes."

"Call," he ordered, not laying down his cards yet.

"Call," she answered. They both laid down their cards, watching each other instead of the game. The girl was working faster on Riker, caught up in the excitement of the bet, her eyes on Mila. 

Riker did not have a good hand. He only had one pair. One pair didn't beat anything but a high card hand. Mila laughed and took off her shirt, revealing her large, firm globes. He licked his lips in admiration and anticipation. "I knew you were bluffing," he declared. "You give yourself away too easily."

Instead of dealing a new hand, Riker was staring at Mila, admiring her pale breasts and large, brown nipples. The girl was working a little faster, taking Riker's entire dick in her mouth, then sliding up until just the head was between her lips before swallowing it again. Mila leaned back, allowing him a full view. "Come on, dammit, Riker, quit drooling and deal again."

Mila turned her attention to Ivan with a frown. "So rude. I think you owe Riker an apology."

Ivan looked like he was about to argue with her. In the end, he mumbled, "Yes, Ma'am. Sorry, Riker."

"Sorry, Riker, Sir," she stated expectantly.

"Sorry, Riker, Sir." Ivan bowed his head and scooted close to the table, staring at it until Riker finally dealt the next hand. 

He only dealt cards to himself and Mila. Ivan did not say a word. "This game for the skirt?" Riker asked casually as he looked at his cards. The girl had slowed down on him again. She was using the tip of her tongue to trace the veins in his thick member.

"Pants?" she prompted. He nodded and they both picked up their cards. The room was silent as they arranged the cards in their hands. Each of them laid down some cards and took more from the deck. They could hear the soft sounds of the girl's mouth at work but Riker was still showing no reaction to her attention. The sound of chips landing on the table became the next sound in the room. Riker raised one eyebrow and nodded his head. Mila laid down her cards, revealing five black clubs. Riker smiled and spread four sevens across the table. 


At Master's Table: Business Conference



Ivan didn't know how he did it. Five minutes into the flight, Dean Ryker had disappeared into the back of the airplane. When he returned fifteen minutes later, he sat down in his seat and picked up the brochure for the conference they were attending without saying a word. A stewardess went rushing by them, her skirt twisted and her blouse slightly untucked. When she turned, her face was flushed. When she stopped at their seats to ask if they wanted a drink, Ryker calmly said, "You have something on your chin," without looking at her. Ivan looked at her chin as she brushed away a small white glob and her face flamed brightly. When they exited the plane in Philadelphia, her eyes had lingered hungrily on Ryker as she breathlessly said, "I hope you'll fly with us again soon."

Ivan considered himself a ladies man. Until recently, he had never had a problem finding a date or a sexual partner. He was attractive, had a thick European accent that women found irresistible, and drove a fast foreign car. He knew how to turn on the charm, how to touch a lady while they were dancing, and how to make her think she wanted him. Ryker didn't have to go through all of that though. It seemed he just had to wink at a woman to get her to shed her panties or drop to her knees with her mouth open. Apparently the flight attendant had done both.

By the time Ivan had returned to their table with their drinks at the bar across the street from their hotel, three girls were sitting at the table with Ryker and they enthusiastically welcomed Ivan. Ivan knew the role he was supposed to play. He and his co-worker and best friend picked up women every time they attended a conference. Ivan had never paid attention to how easily Ryker found willing women but recent experiences had made him more observant of Ryker's behaviors.

After three years of friendship, everything had changed about Ivan's relationship with Dean Ryker. Two months ago, Ryker had bent Ivan over and fucked him. The experience had surprised Ivan, not because he wasn't open to bisexual relationships, but because he had never thought about Ryker as a partner. It had also humiliated Ivan. Ryker had intended to punish Ivan and had succeeded. Ivan had been unable to think of anything else since that night. Ryker hadn't mentioned the incident and had not treated his friend any differently, but he had a hold on Ivan. Despite multiple opportunities, Ivan had been unable to perform sexually since the night Ryker had branded him.

Ivan had been anticipating this conference since their boss said the two of them were going. He hoped that Ryker would fuck him again and release him from the spell. He tried to hide his disappointment when he realized it would be business as usual. He played his role, flirting with all three girls, allowing his hands to roam suggestively, and made certain the girls' glasses were never empty. When Ryker suggested they continue the party in their hotel room, Ivan followed eagerly. It had been a long two months, and his cock was throbbing. Perhaps Ryker's presence would be enough to give him release. 

The ride in the elevator to their room was foreplay. Ryker had his hand on one girl's breast while he kissed the other. Ivan was kissing the third girl, his hand beneath her skirt. Ivan tried to remember her name as she rubbed her hand over his straining fly. He thought it might be Rachel, but it could be Rayann. She had light brown hair that framed her pale face and doe eyes. As his hands slid up her thighs, he cupped her bare ass. He could feel her breasts pressing against his arm. Her hand had his fly unzipped and he was suddenly unsure that he could make it to their room.

The two with Ryker were Macie and Alicia. Macie was blonde, but Ivan was certain it was a bottle job. Her breasts were large and were spilling out of the v-neck of her sweater. Her jeans were skin tight. Alicia was also blonde, but Ivan thought it was natural. The elevator dinged and the door slid open on their floor and Ivan was grateful for the moment to gain control of his thoughts. Ryker walked down the hallway with one arm around each girl. He took turns kissing them, never breaking his stride. Rachel/Rayann giggled and leaned against Ivan as they followed. 

Somehow they managed to reach their room and get inside. Clothes melted away. Rachel was on top of him, his cock pressing against her thigh. His hands roamed over the smooth globes of her breasts, his thumbs rubbing against her nipples. Their mouths were locked and he sucked her tongue into his mouth. On the bed beside them, Macie was riding Ryker. Alicia was straddling his face, her head thrown back in pleasure. Ivan rolled away from them, trying to focus on Rayann. He moved his mouth to her breast, his tongue rolling her nipple as his mouth sucked on the full flesh. He positioned the head of his cock at her slick opening, prepared to drive into her, when Macie started screaming in pleasure.

And just like that, Ivan lost his erection. In an attempt to cover, and hopefully recover, he slipped his fingers between Rachel's lips and began rotating her clit. She opened for him, moaning in satisfaction. He looked over his shoulder as his fingers sawed in and out of his partner. Alicia was on her knees now and Ryker was fucking her from behind. Macie was laying spread eagle and Alicia was eating her pussy. Ivan shifted and slipped his tongue into Rayann's pussy, flicking her hard clit with his tongue over and over. She screamed encouragement and Ivan felt his cock stiffen again. 

Behind him, he heard Ryker slapping Alicia's ass with his open palm. Rachel reached down and rubbed his cock. "That's it, baby," he growled in her ear. 

Ryker grunted, a sound Ivan knew meant that his friend was cumming. "What the hell?" Rayann suddenly said. Shamefully, Ivan realized he was soft again. Ryker was staring at him. Ivan felt he had to run. He grabbed his jeans and shirt from the floor and left the room without saying a word. He headed back to the bar with the intention of getting drunk.

When he returned to the room hours later, the three girls were gone and Ryker was asleep. Ivan stopped and stared at his friend. Ryker was naked. He had thick black hair but his body was smooth. Ivan tried to convince himself that he had no desire for his friend, that Ryker was not attractive, but Ivan could not win. He allowed his eyes to focus on Ryker's cock. It lay flaccid against the inside of Ryker's muscular leg. Ivan knew how it felt for that cock to be hard and splitting him in half.

Ivan did the one thing he had been wanting to do for two months. He crawled onto the bed with Ryker, slipped his hand around the soft cock, and began licking the head. Ryker muttered in his sleep and shifted, giving Ryker better access. Ivan's tongue danced around the head of the thickening cock, holding it in a loose fist that he stroked up and down. Ivan licked the length of Ryker's cock. He wrapped his lips around it and slowly took it into his mouth.

Ryker moaned as Ivan's lips slid downward. Ivan slipped up and down, his head bobbing. Ryker moved his hand to the back of Ivan's head, holding him in place as he licked and sucked the hard shaft. Ivan knew that Ryker had great lasting power, so he worked quickly and forcefully, his lips stretched around Ryker's rock. He took more into his mouth with each downward thrust and soon Ryker was rising to meet him, pushing more into his mouth. Both of Ryker's hands were in his hair now and Ivan could tell by his breathing that his friend was awake. 

Ryker's movements were quick and violent, grunting with every thrust into Ivan's throat. Ivan held on, his mouth a vise as Ryker pulled back and then slammed upward, forcing Ivan's head down at the same time. Ivan lost all track of time as he listened to Ryker's grunts and groans. His nose slammed against Ryker's stomach and Ryker's balls slapped his chin as his friend drove deeper.

Ivan heard the familiar grunt, felt Ryker tense, and then his mouth was filled with Ryker's hot cum. He had to swallow to keep from choking, and some of it dribbled from his lips. He felt Ryker shrink from his mouth and when he looked up, his companion was asleep again. With a smile, Ivan got into his own bed. Even though he hadn't cum, he was relaxed for the first time in two months. He fell instantly to sleep.

He also woke first. Ryker's back was to him, so he slipped out of bed quietly and went into the bathroom. He was halfway through the shower when Ryker stepped in with him. His friend stepped close behind him as Ryker's hands slid down his sides, and then around to his front. Ryker wrapped his hand around Ivan's cock, stroked down it, and let it flop back against his thigh. He repeated the process until Ivan started getting hard. "How long has it been since you cum?" he said in Ivan's ear, the voice silky smooth. Ivan shivered despite the hot water of the shower.

"Two months," Ivan answered.

"Two months, what?" Ryker repeated, his hand stilling.

Ivan struggled a moment before answering. "Two months, Sir."

"Two months, what?" Ryker said again, still not moving the firm grip of his hand.

Ivan closed his eyes, attempting to focus. He had both hands on the shower wall. The hot water was coursing down his back. "Two months, Daddy."

"Good boy." Ryker's hand started moving again. It started at the base, moved to the head, and released with a slight jerk. "Who made you cum two months ago?"

"Mila," Ivan gasped. 

Ryker stopped moving again. Ivan could feel Ryker's erection pressing against his thigh. "Who?"

Ivan caught on quicker this time. "Mila, Daddy."

"Who?"

Ivan was breathing hard, his cock semi-erect. His mind was whirling, trying to figure out the correct answer so that Ryker would start moving again. It seemed an eternity before it finally occurred to him the answer Ryker wanted. "Ma'am made me cum, Daddy, at your poker party."

"Good boy." The strokes resumed in silence. "Tell me why it has been so long." Ryker ordered as Ivan's cock grew fully hard.

Ivan was breathless as he answered. "Every time I tried to fuck someone, I thought of you and went soft, Daddy."

"Not counting last night, how many people have you tried to fuck, boy?"

"Twelve, Daddy."

"That's a lot of disappointed people, boy. Were they all girls?"

"No, Daddy. Three were men."

"Did you make them cum, boy?"

"Most of them, Daddy."

"How many, boy?"

Ivan struggled to think. He knew he could make something up and Ryker would never know the difference, but Ivan felt like he owed Ryker nothing but the truth. "Nine, Daddy."

"What do you want right now, boy?"

Ivan thought carefully for a moment, trying not to concentrate on the steady up and down movement of Ryker's hand. He thought the answer would be for Ryker to finish the job and make him cum, but he knew that wasn't what he wanted. "I want you..." he stopped, shook his head. "I want Daddy to fuck me until he cums."

"And what about you, boy?"

It surprised Ivan how natural the answer came. "Whatever Daddy wants."

"Good boy," Ryker whispered. "Too bad our first meeting is in thirty minutes. I need to shower." He released Ivan and waited expectantly. At first, Ivan did not trust his legs to hold him, but after a moment's recovery, he managed to get out of the shower. By the time Ryker finished bathing, Ivan's erection was no longer visible. As Ryker dressed, he talked about the conference as if nothing had happened and never once called Ivan boy.

Ivan attempted to concentrate on the sessions he attended during the conference and was surprised to find his mind only occasionally drifting to Ryker. They attended separate sessions and networked with strangers for lunch. It wasn't until the afternoon that Ivan got a text from his friend. They were in the same session, but on opposite sides of the room. "This speaker is boring as hell." Ivan discreetly looked at his phone, but did not reply. Five minutes later, his phone buzzed again with a picture message. Ivan opened the picture and attempted not to react to the image of Ryker's cock poking through the fly of his trousers. Ivan tucked the phone back into his pants pocket and tried to catch a glimpse of of Ryker across the room. A few minutes later, Ivan received another picture message. Ivan peeked at it. Ryker's cock was now hard.

Ivan tilted his head just in time to see Ryker slip out the back door of the conference room. Ivan ran his finger along the collar of his shirt and coughed. He was seated in the middle of a row. It would be impossible not to bring attention to himself as he left, but he couldn't help himself. He stood, muttered a quiet excuse me, and slipped from the room through a different door. The hall was empty. After a moment's hesitation, Ivan headed toward the men's restroom. 

He immediately realized he had hesitated too long. From the one closed stall door, he heard grunting and the familiar, wet sound of sex. A high-pitched giggle revealed that Ryker had chosen a female partner. Somehow, that made Ivan feel better. He went to the sink and watched the door in the mirror. He could see Ryker's legs but nothing else beneath the door. Ivan could picture Ryker in the stall with the woman pinned against the door. Ryker's hands would be under her thighs, holding her in place, her skirt bunched around her waist. Ryker was breathing hard, each thrust marked by a sharp grunt and followed by a low moan. 

Ivan braced his hands against the sink, feeling his own cock harden as he listened. Ryker was moving faster and the woman's moans increased in pitch. She was practically screaming and Ivan could hear their bodies slamming against the stall door. Ivan unzipped his pants and pulled his cock free. He started stroking it in time with the sounds echoing off the tile walls. He closed his eyes as the woman reached her climax. He heard Ryker's familiar sound of satisfaction and remembered the feel of his friend's release that morning. He thought how it had felt to have Ryker splitting him apart two months ago.

The door to the bathroom opened and Ivan quickened his pace, thinking the woman was slinking away in shame. Ryker would come out of the stall and watch, giving him permission to finally finish. Instead, an unfamiliar voice threw ice on Ivan. "What the fuck?" Ivan's eyes flew open and he turned to see two strangers walking into the restroom. He stopped mid-stroke, his mouth partly open in surprise. "You sick fuck," the second man growled and they backed out of the room.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Ivan heard Ryker laughing. The stall door opened and the woman scurried out after Ryker gave her bottom a pat. Ivan didn't even notice her. Instead, his eyes met Ryker's merry ones in the mirror. "Dammit, Ryker," he snapped. "What the hell are you trying to prove?"

The amusement left Ryker's eyes instantly. He crossed the distance between them in three easy steps. He wrapped his hand around Ivan's softening cock and began jerking hard on it. The motion was so quick, so rough, and so aggressive that Ivan couldn't breath. He struggled for breath and then realized he was shooting cum all over the bathroom floor. As soon as it was done, Ryker stormed out of the bathroom without saying a word.

Ivan thought Ryker letting him cum would create relief and end the spell that had bewitched him for the last two months. Instead, Ivan knew it was worse. Somehow or the other, Ivan had become Ryker's slave. He knew that Ryker kept a girl at home that they all called the bitch. The bitch had been in Ryker's life longer than Ivan, and Ivan did not know her real name, nor had he ever seen her in clothing. At Ryker's monthly poker games, the bitch was under the table to reward the winners of each hand. Ivan had even fucked her a few times over the years, though always with Ryker's permission and under his terms. In that time, Ivan had never really thought about how the bitch had become Ryker's property, but now Ivan understood. He had never thought of himself as submissive, though Mila's teasing had driven him to his knees a time or two, but at some point in the last two months, he had become Ryker's possession.

The keynote address that evening dragged for Ivan. He couldn't concentrate on the speaker's words, though the man was highly regarded and the rest of the audience seemed captivated by the man's words. Instead, he found himself staring at the back of Ryker's head from a few rows back, attempting to make sense of his new world. He didn't know the next step in the relationship, or if Ryker even wanted a next step. He resolved to take Ryker away from the conference for dinner and lay it all on the line before Ryker could pick new partners for the evening.

As soon as the crowd stood to applaud the speaker, Ivan began trying to make his way through the crowd to his friend, co-worker, and obsession. He kept losing sight of Ryker and when he finally caught up, Ryker was talking to the speaker. Ivan faltered in his steps. There was something about the way that Ryker was talking to the man that Ivan found familiar. Ryker had the same stance, the same expression, and the same tone of voice he used when he was picking up girls for their sexual adventures. The speaker nodded in agreement and Ryker moved aside, though he hovered nearby. He caught Ivan's eye over the crowd and rewarded his possession with a smile. Ivan fisted his hands angrily at Ryker's cocky, torturous grin, and spun on his heel to walk away. He forced himself not to look back, though he felt Ryker watching him the whole time, willing him to turn around. It took all of Ivan's willpower not to succumb. 

Ivan eventually found himself in a bar a few blocks from the hotel. It was not as nice as the hotel bar, but Ivan had the hope he would avoid Ryker and anyone else from the conference. He sat at the end of the bar, nursing a beer while he watched sports scores flash across the television screen. He didn't look around, having no interest in trying to pick up any of the locals for a fling. He suspected if he did, the conclusion would be unsatisfying for everyone involved. He ordered a second beer and began calculating his return to the hotel room. He didn't know if he wanted to be there, feigning sleep, before Ryker returned, or to wait until Ryker was asleep.

He was so lost in thought that when someone did speak to him, he was completely unprepared for the tone. "Well, if it isn't the sick fuck jacking off in the bathroom," a voice snarled in his ear. Ivan tensed but did not respond. "Are you trying to set a record for the number of places you can defile?" Ivan took a sip of his beer and still did not turn to his tormentor. "Better keep both hands above the bar, buddy," his tormentor growled, nudging him as he walked away.

Ivan looked up enough to watch where the man and his friend went to sit so he could avoid that area the rest of the evening. He was about to leave when a second voice murmured low in his ear. "Maybe your hands just need something better to do." 

Ivan could feel the body pressed close to him and he attempted to see who had spoken out of the corner of his eye. The man reached across him to take some pretzels from a bowl and Ivan caught a whiff of aftershave. He walked away without another comment and took a seat so that he was facing Ivan on the other side of the room. The man was not one of the two who had caught him by surprise in the bathroom, but obviously knew what had happened. He was broad-shouldered and had skin the color of dark chocolate. He ordered a drink, and though he seemed to pay attention to his companions, every time Ivan glanced that way, it seemed the man was looking his direction. Certain he had Ivan's attention, he drained his drink, tilted his head slightly in a silent signal, and excused himself from the table. 




At Master's Table: Business Conference



Ivan laid a tip down for the bartender and followed the man out a side-door of the bar. They ended up in a dark alley with several trash cans. The man was already unbuttoning his fly as Ivan exited. "It may not be as pleasant as the bathroom, but beggars can't be choosers, can they?" he teased as he pulled his cock free. Ivan's eyes were transfixed by the long, flaccid dick. The man waved it teasingly. "Open wide."

Ivan didn't hesitate to drop to his knees. He wrapped his hand around the base of the stranger's dick, licking the head with his tongue. He swirled his tongue around it, tasting and teasing, pausing to glide his hand up and down quickly before wrapping his lips around the growing shaft. His hand and mouth worked in tandem, sucking, licking, and stroking. The stranger placed his hands on his hips and closed his eyes, enjoying the attention as he got harder and thicker. 

After a few minutes, the man placed his hands on Ivan's head to hold him steady as he began pumping in and out. Ivan dragged his tongue against the hot flesh as it glided between his hips. His partner moved faster, the head of his cock hitting the back of Ivan's throat with each powerful forward thrust.

Suddenly, the stranger pulled out. He yanked Ivan to his feet. Both were breathing harshly as the man ripped open Ivan's belt and zipper before yanking down his pants. He grabbed Ivan's shoulder, spun him, and threw him across the top of a trash can. Ivan barely had time to take a breath before the man's slick cock pushed inside him. As the thick black cock pumped in and out of him, Ivan feigned all the right sounds. It felt good, but he knew the routine. The stranger was not Ryker, and his body was behaving accordingly. The stranger continued pumping until he exploded with a satisfied grunt. He went back into the bar without a word. Ivan pulled up his pants and walked back to the hotel.

He opened the door to their hotel room and immediately heard the familiar sounds of Ryker fucking someone. There was grunting and slapping and panting. Ivan did not hesitate to walk into the room, but he was surprised by what he saw. Ryker was on his knees in his bed. His partner was the keynote speaker, a man who had talked about the importance of balancing family and faith with business. The speaker had spoke about his love for his wife and of loyalty. He was on his hands and knees as Ryker fucked him from behind. Ryker had his hands on the speaker's hips, pulling the man backwards with each thrust.

Ryker's dark eyes met Ivan's. They stared at each other across the speaker and the man might as well have not been there. The speaker was a nameless fuck, just another of the endless line of sluts and whores they duo had shared over the years. The real relationship in the room was between Ryker and Ivan. They had always been equals in their conquests. Their eyes locked, Ivan began undressing. He didn't look away as he removed his shirt and tie, unbuttoned his pants, and slipped out of them. At some point, the speaker gave a strangled cry as he cum, but Ryker was not finished, so he did not release his victim. His hips were still pumping even though his full attention was on Ivan.

Still not breaking his gaze, Ivan placed his knees on the bed in front of the speaker. He took his cock in his hand and stroked it a bit. Ryker nodded once and Ivan placed his cock in the speaker's mouth. The speaker, helpless, took it. Ivan grabbed the speaker's head and thrust deep into the man's open throat. Ryker and Ivan worked in unison, pistoning in rhythm with each other. For Ryker and Ivan, the speaker was unnecessary. They were fucking each other through the man.

The speaker was sucking Ivan's cock. As he pumped in and out, his balls slapped the man's chin. Ryker's violent thrusts pushed the speaker forward, driving Ivan's cock deeper into his throat each time. Their eyes never moved from each other. Ivan lost all track of time. He didn't know how long he and Ryker split the speaker in half. He recognized the expression in Ryker's eyes that indicated he was ready to finish and he knew there was pleading in his eyes. A half grin touched Ryker's lips and he nodded once. Ivan read the silent signal, closed his eyes, relaxed his body, and poured his cum into the speaker's mouth. Simultaneously, Ryker gave a harsh grunt, slapped the speaker's ass with his open palm, and exploded. 

Ryker edged off the bed and lit a cigarette, collapsing into the only chair in the room. Ivan sat back on the bed, panting for air. The speaker was laying on his side, his whole body trembling with exhaustion and satisfaction. Eventually they all three recovered, the room filled with silence. Ryker ground out his cigarette and stood. He crooked his finger once and Ivan immediately stood. Ryker turned Ivan around and bent him forward, his hands on the arms of the chair and his ass in the air. He reached between Ivan's legs and began squeezing his balls and cock. With his other hand, he reached for his belt. "Who am I?" he whispered softly.

"My Daddy," Ivan answered immediately, forcing his breath to be even.

"Good boy. How many people have you fucked today?"

"Counting you, three, Daddy."

"How many did you have permission to fuck, boy?"

"One, Daddy."

"Good boy, honesty is the best policy. But you have also been a bad boy. Bad boys need to be punished. Ten licks each time you fuck someone without permission. I want you to count out loud."

Ryker released Ivan's cock, stepped back, and swung his arm. The leather of the belt snapped against Ivan's ass. Ivan flinched, found his voice, and said, "One, Daddy." The next blow fell in the exact same spot. Ivan's voice broke as he said, "Two, Daddy." Ryker's aim was precise. "Three, Daddy." He played baseball and golfed, so his swing was smooth. "Four, Daddy." The belt was expensive. "Five, Daddy." It seemed like an extension of his arm. "Six, Daddy." It whistled as it sailed through the air. "Seven, Daddy." Each blow snapped sharply in the room. "Eight, Daddy." Ryker's breathing never changed. "Nine, Daddy." Each snap radiated through Ivan's body. "Ten, Daddy."

"That's one punishment, boy. What do you say?"

"Thank you, Daddy."

"Good boy. Count again."

By the time Ivan reached ten again and said his shaky thank you, he felt like his ass was on fire. On the bed, the speaker had recovered. He was sitting up, watching the exchange raptly. Ryker went back to stroking Ivan's cock, his movements intentional and methodical. "How many times did you cum today, boy?"

Ivan knew it would be pointless to lie to Ryker, as Ryker already knew the answer. "Two, Daddy."

"How many times did you have permission to come today, boy?"

Now, Ivan faltered. "You . . . Daddy made me cum both times."

The slap of the belt was so sudden that Ivan yelped. "How many times did you have permission to come today, boy?" Ryker repeated calmly.

"I only had permission once, Daddy." Ivan reluctantly conceded.

"When the bitch comes without permission, I tie her up in the corner for twenty-four hours. Last time, she had to listen to me fuck Mila all weekend long. Cumming without permission is a bigger crime than fucking without permission. I think that deserves twenty licks. What do you think, boy?"

"Whatever Daddy thinks best," Ivan replied with fear in his voice.

"Since I made you cum twice today, after it had been so long for you, I think you should say thank you with each lick." 

The first one came so quickly, Ivan gasped. When he had recovered, he shakily said, "Thank you, Daddy. One." He didn't see the grin of satisfaction that formed on Ryker's face as he swung the next blow. He waited until Ryker had thanked him and counted before he swung the next one. There was no rhythm to this. Ryker made Ivan tense in anticipation between each blow. Ivan lost track of time and space. His entire focus was on Ryker's swinging arm, the sound of the leather sweeping through the air, and the sting of the belt on his tender ass. "Thank you, Daddy," he said through clenched teeth. "Twenty."

"Are you about to cum now, boy?"

Now that the punishment was over, Ivan was surprised to discover that his cock was hard and glistening with pre-cum at the tip. "Yes, Daddy."

Ryker's hand was squeezing Ivan's balls again. Ivan closed his eyes and attempted to control his body's response. "What does the boy want?"

"I want Daddy to fuck me. I want Daddy to cum in me. I want Daddy to let me cum." Ivan's body was starting to tremble. He knew he could not take much more of Ryker's hand teasing his privates, but he also could not take another twenty licks of the belt. "Please, Daddy. Let the boy cum."

Ryker roughly grabbed Ivan's hot, hard cock. "Who's is this?" he growled.

"It's Daddy's cock. It belongs to you, Daddy."

"What are you?"

Ivan's mind whirled, trying to find an answer that would satisfy Ryker and therefore encourage Ryker to satisfy him. "I am Daddy's man-slut," he whispered, using the term that Mila liked to use for him.

"Good boy. Now, time for a little game," Ryker said in a teasing voice, his fist circling Ivan's cock and gliding lightly up and down. "I want you to fuck our friend over here. If you can make him cum before you cum, you won't be punished. If you cum first, you have to suck his cock till he cums, and be punished. If you can fuck him and make him cum without cumming yourself, then I will give you a present. Would you like to know what that present will be?"

"Yes, Daddy," Ivan answered, surprised at the trembling in his own voice.

"I'll not fuck anybody but you tomorrow," Ryker said, his voice low. He released Ivan's cock, slapped his bottom with his open palm, and stepped back.

Ivan hesitantly stood, uncertain if his legs would hold their weight. The speaker on the bed had wide eyes, but he didn't withdraw as Ivan moved toward him. His erection pointed upward. Ryker lit another cigarette and sat back down in the chair. Ivan pushed the speaker to his back, draping the man's legs over both of his shoulders. He positioned the head of his cock at the man's upturned rosebud and pushed in slowly. The man groaned as Ivan pushed deeper, and Ivan had to struggle as the tight canal squeezed him. Ivan used one arm to brace himself and placed the other hand around the speaker's cock, stroking him steadily as he began rocking his hips.

Ivan worked at a quick pace, his hips slamming down sharply before pulling out and pushing forward again. The speaker was vocally responsive, but Ivan tried to shut out everything. He did not want to punished again. He didn't think he could take it. He tried to push back his own orgasm, relishing the thought of being Ryker's only outlet. However, thoughts of Ryker's cock in his mouth, or of Ryker pinning him against the bathroom door, or of Ryker bending him over multiple times weakened his control. His body was at war. He tried to quicken his pace, attempting to push the speaker over the top, but the quicker movements only heightened his sensitive flesh, pushing him closer to the top. He didn't think he could win the war. He was going to cum. He had to win the battle. He slowed his hips and quickened his hand.

Even with the change in pace, he was quickly losing control. He was aware of Ryker watching. Every sound in the room was heightened. His body was vibrating. He was about to lose the game. He grunted, trying to hold it in, and then the speaker barked and shot his hot load again. Ivan relaxed and let go himself, exploding inside the speaker violently until there was nothing left. He collapsed on his back beside the speaker, but his hips bounced up in pain as his ass hit the sheets. He heard chuckling from Ryker. "You'll have to sleep face down tonight, boy. What do you say?"

"Thank you, Daddy," Ivan panted.

"For what, boy?"

"For . . . For everything, Daddy. For my discipline. For letting me fuck someone. For letting me cum again today."

"Good boy. I believe we all need our rest."

Ryker stretched out on the empty bed and was instantly asleep. Ivan shifted until he was comfortable and followed his Daddy into slumber.

The second day of the conference, Ivan found he could concentrate more on the various presenters except for the fact that it hurt to sit. He was grateful for a couple of sessions that were full so that he could stand in the back without drawing attention to himself. At the end of the conference, he joined Ryker and some girl for a cab ride to the airport. Ryker had his hand down the girl's pants and she had his cock in her mouth for most of the ride. Ivan was surprised to discover that it didn't bother him. They checked in and went through security without incident, discussing their company as they went. While they were waiting for their flight, the keynote speaker walked by them. He slowed down, his eyes on Ryker, and then walked into the bathroom. Ryker stopped mid-conversation, handed Ivan his newspaper, and followed the speaker into the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later, the speaker came out with a wet spot on the front of his suit and a limp in his walk. Ryker sat back down next to Ivan and resumed their conversation as if nothing had happened. So did Ivan.

On their flight back home, they had a male and a female flight attendant. When Ryker got up to go to the bathroom, both attendants disappeared for twenty minutes. When they reappeared in a rush to serve people, they both had flushed faces. Ryker and Ivan did not talk about their experiences with one another. Ivan almost thought that Ryker's hold on him had been released, but he knew that was not true. That truth was confirmed at the office when Ryker disappeared into Mila's office for an hour the next day. Ivan couldn't get it out of his head. After work, he found himself driving aimlessly around. He went to the police station, hoping to find an officer he had enjoyed being with previously, but gave up quickly. He pointed his sports car toward Ryker's apartment and was hard by the time he made it up the stairs to ring the bell.

Ryker answered the door wearing nothing but jeans. He was barefoot and shirtless. Ivan could see the bitch, naked, tied to the table. She had a ball gag in her mouth and clamps on her nipples. Ryker leaned casually against the door, his eyes fixed on Ivan. Ivan opened his mouth, but no words would come out. He held his hands out helplessly. He took a deep breath. "Hello, Daddy."

"You realize if I let you in, it will change everything about our relationship. This is your one chance to go. You can go, and I release you," Ryker answered.

"I. . . I know," Ivan replied. He did not leave.

Ryker waited what seemed an eternity before responding. "Very well," he said, stepping to one side to allow Ivan to enter. "Take off your clothes and get on your knees, boy."

The door swung shut with a loud, final click.



At Master's Table: Ivan's Dilemma



He trembled with fury as he drove away from his friend's home. Ivan Novahich couldn't believe what had just happened at Dean Ryker's house. Ryker had been his best friend for three years. They worked in the same office and went to lunch together most days. They had attended conferences together, gotten drunk, and shared whores. They watched basketball together and argued about the superiority of American football to soccer. Ivan had been a regular at Ryker's monthly poker games almost from the start. Other players had come and gone, but Ivan had been a fixture.

Ivan considered himself a stud. With his handsome, swarthy features and his thick Ukrainian accent, girls practically begged him to take them to bed. He was always glad to oblige. To Ivan, sexuality was fluid. As a result, he'd also bedded a fair number of young men. They were always slender, slightly effeminate creatures that had been eager to wrap their lips around his cock. They had been equally eager to bend over for him.

Dean Ryker was a man. There was nothing effeminate about him. He was tall, muscular, and firm. Ivan had always admired his co-worker's intellect and physique, but had never imagined a sexual relationship with him outside of sharing a woman. Yet, that was exactly what had happened tonight. Ryker had bent him over and made him a bitch. There was no other way to describe what had transpired. He'd made Ryker angry, and Ryker had taken him to the bedroom to talk. He'd been surprised when his friend had removed his belt and too dumbfounded to do anything but obey when Ryker had told him to bend over. He'd endured the spanking, surprised at his growing erection. 

He'd thought it was over when Ryker threw aside the belt, but then his friend had been tearing into a condom. Ivan had pleaded with Ryker not to proceed, even though his body was suddenly desperate. He'd thought his friend was going to split him in two, but that fear, and the pain, had quickly been replaced by intense pleasure. Ryker had quickly developed a rhythm that Ivan found maddening. Ivan knew that Ryker's bitch and Mila Navaro, sitting in the next room, could hear every sound, but that didn't restrain him. Just when everything seemed too much and Ivan thought he would go insane, Ryker had stiffened, grunted, and abruptly pulled out, leaving Ivan with a throbbing erection.

But Ryker was not finished. He'd further humiliated Ivan by forcing him to apologize in front of the bitch and Mila, and then dismissed him. That dismissal included leaving his pants behind. Now, Ivan was driving toward his apartment complex in the darkness, naked from the waist down. His cock was poking straight up as the scene repeated in his head. One moment, he was angry at the way he had been treated and humiliated. The next moment, he wanted to turn around and beg Ryker to finish the job.

In his turmoil, Ivan didn't pay attention to his speed or his erratic driving. He swerved over the center line and then onto the shoulder. Fortunately, the road was deserted, but it probably would not have made a difference. He was navigating on automatic. The only thing that penetrated the emotional and mental fog was the flash of blue lights in his rearview mirror. "Fuck," he growled, pulling over to the shoulder. 

He watched as a lone officer got out of the car. He had his hands on the steering wheel, but dropped them to his lap to cover his erection. He rolled down the window and tried to appear casual. He felt sweat form on his upper lip as the officer slowly bent. "Do you have any idea how fast you were going?" he demanded, shining a bright flashlight in his eyes.

Ivan blinked, trying to adjust to the light. "No, sir," he managed to stammer.

"You were going well over 90," the officer replied, swinging the light around the inside of the car to make sure no one else was in it. "You were also swerving all over the place. Have you been drinking?"

"I'm not drunk," Ivan answered. 

The officer's light came back to Ivan. "License and registration."

Ivan reached for it, uncovering himself in the process. The officer's flashlight landed on Ivan's shaft and stopped. Ivan extended his driver's license toward the cop, but the officer didn't take it. "I bet that's fairly distracting," the cop said in a casual voice. "Maybe you should take care of that before I let you back on the road?"

Ivan looked up in surprise. The cop's expression hadn't changed, but there appeared to be a hunger in his eyes. Ivan leaned back and wrapped his hand around the base of his stiff cock. His fingers met his thumb as he started slowly stroking up and down. The cop did not respond at first, but he did not tell Ivan to stop, so he quickened his pace. He closed his eyes, Ryker floating through his mind. He moved his fist faster, sliding up and down his shaft in a steady rhythm. His breath grew shallow as he thought about Ryker swinging the belt. 

When Ivan opened his eyes, the cop's expression had changed subtly. The broad shouldered officer was watching intensely. His eyes burned as they watched Ivan's hand moving up and down the long rod. He wet his lips with his tongue. His chest expanded quickly with each breath as pre-cum started to glisten on the tip of Ivan's cock.

Suddenly, the cop jerked the door of the car open. "Get out!" he growled. Ivan froze, blinking in surprise at the cop. "Get out," the cop ordered again. On shaky legs, Ivan slid from behind the wheel of his car. The cop grabbed his arm in a tight vise and dragged him toward the police cruiser. The officer opened the back door of the cruiser and shoved Ivan into the back seat face first. 

Ivan looked over his shoulder to see the cop undoing his belt and opening his fly. Ivan relaxed as the cop pulled his own erection free and settled on his knees at the edge of seat. He leaned forward, ready to plunge into his victim, when the radio sprang to life. "Unit 12, locate."

"Fucking damn," the cop hissed. He sat back on his knees, pressing the radio button on his shoulder. "Red Rock Road." He put his free hand between Ivan's legs and began squeezing and relaxing his grip around Ivan's throbbing cock. Ivan felt his pulse reacting in time with the cop's steady hand.

"There's a wreck on Highway 23. Need you to report there."

"Roger that," the cop growled, pulling his hand from Ivan's cock. He slapped the upturned ass once and Ivan shuddered in pleasure. The cop stood, adjusting his trousers before walking to the trunk of his car. He opened the trunk. Ivan slid out of the car, his heart pounding while the cop was out of sight. The officer slammed the trunk and stepped around the vehicle. He tossed a pair of pants to Ivan. "Try to focus on the road till you get to your home or a whore."

Without another word, the cop got into his car, turned on the lights and sped into the distance. Ivan watched as the blue lights faded into the darkness, then put on the jeans. They obviously belonged to the cop. They sagged around the waist and were about three inches too long, but smelled of musk. Frustrated at having his pleasure thwarted for a second time, he slowly got into his car. He needed release and could only think of one sure source of pleasure.

He forced himself to drive calmly into town, passed the liquor store where the clerk had given him a very satisfying hand job prior to going to Ryker's house. She had told him to meet her later at the Garden Club, a popular dance club in the heart of downtown. It was known for loud music and dark corners and the rumor was that there were private rooms on the upper level fully stocked with booze and bowls of condoms. Ivan knew the private rooms weren't a rumor and that plenty of fucking went on in the middle of the crowded dance floor. He'd paid for private rooms in the past, but he had also received a blow job while sitting at the bar and bent a boy over the bathroom sinks. Even if the clerk wasn't there, he knew he would have no problem finding release at the Garden Club.

Ivan knew he was handsome. He had thick sandy brown hair that he wore swept away from his forehead and deep blue eyes. His face was chiseled and his thick Eastern European accent attracted people to him. When he dropped the keys into the valet's hand, he knew the man's eyes followed him up the steps and into the club. Ivan slowed his walk, enjoying the attention.

The addictive pulse of the club washed over him the moment he entered the doors. He could smell the sweat of the dancers, the sweet fumes from the alcohol, and the aroma of sex. The music throbbed from the speakers. He could feel the floor vibrating. His heart picked up the rhythm immediately. Multi-colored lights flashed across the faces of dancers, capturing their ecstasy. He waded into the pool of dancers, moving his body against whatever body was closest to him. By the time he reached the bar in the center of the room, he was fully emerged into the tribal atmosphere.

He ordered his drink and downed it at once before ordering another. His eyes were sweeping the room, attempting to find a desirable target for the evening. He landed on a skinny boy surrounded by several other males. He finished his second drink and was about to move into the fray when a buxom girl sidled up to him. "You made it!" she yelled, pressing her breasts against his arm. She leaned close to him, her palm sliding over the fly of his pants as she said in his ear. "I was hoping you would." She caressed the outline of his erection. "Feels like you couldn't get your mind off me, either."

Ivan settled back onto the bar stool, allowing the clerk's hand to roam as much as she wanted. "I didn't want to leave you all wet and alone," he answered.

"But I'm not alone now," she said with a teasing smile. She looked to her side and for the first time, Ivan noticed a red head hovering nearby. Her eyes were dancing and he knew she had already taken something.

"That's all right," he replied, hunger in his voice. "There's enough to go around."

She squeezed him through his trousers. "I think you are right. Probably enough for three or four, but I don't share very well."

"That's not very nice," Ivan said. "We'll have to teach you to share." He grinned at her friend. "What about you? Do you like to share?"

"Oh, yes. I love sharing."

Ivan suggested that they dance and he found himself squeezed between the two women on the dance floor. He didn't know their names, so he dubbed them Clerk and Red in his head as their bodies gyrated against each other. Clerk was in front of him, her hips rubbing against his, promising what was to come later. Her blouse clung to her skin, her nipples clearly outlined against the silk. His hand had slid up the back of her thigh, beneath her skirt, and squeezed her bare ass. Red was beside him, one hand on his butt and the other on Red's back. Ivan placed his mouth against Red's and her tongue was in his mouth. He turned his attention to Clerk and kissed her. Ivan had one hand on Clerk's breast and the other on Red's. Clerk's were large and soft. Red's were smaller and firm. 

After three songs, all three were panting and eager for a closer encounter. Ivan wasn't sure that he could make it upstairs to one of the private rooms. He pushed forward, parting a path through the throng as he elbowed his way to the stairwell. The trio stumbled upstairs, pausing to kiss and caress every few steps. They stepped passed a couple pressed against the all, the man's pants around his ankles, the girl' legs wrapped around his waist. As Ivan fumbled with the doorknob, Clerk went to her knees in front of him. She lowered his zipper and freed his erection. Red was kissing his throat and working open the buttons of his shirt. 

He finally opened the door and they fell into the room. Clothing melted away and the three of them fell onto the mattress. Clerk wrapped her lips around his shaft, her tongue rubbing it and sucking it. Red's mouth roamed over his upper body, kissing his throat, his chest, and his mouth. Clerk's head moved up and down, her lips dragging on his hot shaft. Red straddled his shoulders, lowering a shaved pussy to his mouth. He extended his tongue, sweeping it along her damp slit. He found her clit and began lapping against it in time to Clerk's mouth moving on his cock. 

His tongue danced along Red's slit, dipping inside and circling her small button. His hands covered her small breasts, squeezing them with his palms and rolling her nipples with his thumbs. Red's hips were gyrating, her body riding his mouth, her head thrown back in giddy pleasure. Clerk's lips were wrapped around his long erection, her tongue making circles around it. 

Red cried out in pleasure and he caught her sagging body in his hands, not releasing her from the assault of his mouth. Clerk slipped her mouth off him with a soft pop and though he couldn't see, he could feel her moving. Her legs slid against his and her knees pressed against his waist. She hovered over him and he could feel the heat of her open, wet pussy. Ryker may have the bitch and Mila panting, but Ivan felt confident he could bed any person he desired.

"What the fuck?" she said suddenly. Ivan felt all the heat leave his body as he realized what had happened. Clerk's hand was around his prick, now as soft and flaccid as a beanbag. He hadn't cum, but just as he was about to enter her pussy, his erection had withered.

In shame, he pushed Red away and pulled from Clerk's hand as he sat up on the side of the bed. "Fucking Ryker," he grumbled, grabbing his pants and pulling them on. He put his arms in the sleeves of his shirt and stormed to the door. He looked back to see Red eating Clerk's pussy, neither missing his presence as he fled the Garden Club. 

As he waited for the valet, he tried to grasp what had happened. He had never had any trouble performing before, but as soon as he was about to use his tool, Ryker had popped into his mind and he had been unable to continue. It was like he could see Ryker watching him, a frown of disapproval on his face, his arms crossed angrily. 

Thinking about Ryker caused him to harden again, but it was too late to return to the Garden Club. He was too humiliated to go back in there. The valet pulled to the curb and met Ivan half-way around the car. "Sweet ride," the boy said. Ivan mumbled an acknowledgment and continued walking to his vehicle. "You weren't in there very long," the valet said, slowing his walk. Ivan stopped and looked over his shoulder at the pretty boy. "I have a break in ten minutes if you didn't find any thing you liked inside."

Ivan could easily picture the college boy's mouth stretched around his cock. He thought about not even waiting for the valet's break. He could throw the boy over the hood of his sports car and fuck him right there in the middle of the street. Unless a cop drove by, no one would say a word. The public orgy of the Garden Club often spilled into the streets outside the dark, throbbing club. If the right cop drove by, the encounter could be very enjoyable for them all. His failure upstairs was too close, though, and he could not handle a second humiliation. 

He got into his car and began driving, wandering aimlessly through town. He didn't want to go home, and he couldn't go back to Ryker's house. He finally found himself circling the police department. He drove around it twice, and then parked underneath a street light. "What are you doing, Ivan?" he grumbled to himself as he got out of the car. He leaned against the hood and lit a cigarette, trying to clear his thoughts as he watched the door of the police station. 

He took his cell phone out of his pocket and thumbed through the numbers, stopping on Ryker's name. He started to dial it, but stopped himself. He wanted Ryker to fuck him again, but not under the conditions that had been established tonight. A patrol car drove by him, slowing down as it turned into the station's parking lot. Ivan sat up a little, looking at the driver with anticipation. The driver was a woman, so he looked away, knowing female companionship would not settle him.

"To hell with it," he groaned, pressing the dial button on his phone. The phone rang four times and Ivan was about to hang up, certain it was going to go to voice mail, when the connection was made. 

Ivan heard panting and grunting before he heard a gruff voice say, "Hello, boy."

Musical, breathy laughter echoed across the receiver. "Is that the man-slut?"

"Jesus, Mila," Ryker responded. Ivan heard a thud and realized that both voices had faded. Ivan listened for a moment, imagining Mila Navaro, the blond goddess from work who made most of the men speechless, with her legs spread while Ryker's hips thrust rapidly. Ivan's hand wandered to his crotch, but remembering where he was stopped himself. He turned to get back into the car and finish the job by hand, but bumped into a solid wall.

He looked up to peer into the black eyes of the cop from Red Rock Road. "Couldn't find a whore?" The cop said. He did not wait for an answer, walking passed Ivan and climbing into a black pick-up truck. Ivan got behind the wheel of his car and followed. The cop pulled into the parking lot for a cheap motel on the far side of town. Ivan circled the block, watching as the officer went into the lobby of the hotel. Ivan pulled into the far end of the lot and walked along the closed doors until he found one propped partially open.

The cop had turned on a lamp and pulled the shades while he waited on Ivan. As soon as the door was shut and bolted, Ivan went to his knees, his fingers working open the buckle of the cop's belt and undoing his fly. The cop put his hand on the back of Ivan's head as Ivan opened his mouth to swallow the thick phallus. He worked it deep into his throat, squeezing the base with his hand until he could take it all. His mouth sucked hard on the shaft, his tongue rubbing the long shaft. His hand massaged the cop's heavy sac. The cop groaned, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. "Damn."

The cop began jogging his hips forward and back, the swollen head of his cock popping in and out of Ivan's throat. Ivan countered the cop's timing, slamming forward as the cop did, driving the shaft deeper into his mouth. The cop's balls slapped against Ivan's chin as they lost themselves in the primal lustful ritual. The cop had his hands on either side of Ivan's head, slamming their bodies together with each forceful thrust. 

The cop quickened the pace and Ivan went into a panic, trying to pull off the long cock. He didn't want the cop to cum too soon because he was afraid the cop wouldn't have the stamina to finish, but it was suddenly too late and the cop was filling Ivan's mouth with a hot load of thick cream. Ivan struggled to swallow it around the hard shaft still in his throat. Cum dripped down his chin. The cop finally pulled out and Ivan sat back on his heels, gasping for breath. His erection throbbed against his fly and he was grateful for the baggy pants. He wiped his chin and looked at the cop standing over him with his hands on his hips. His pole still stood proudly at attention and he wore a confident smirk on his face. 

Without speaking, they both began removing their clothing. As soon as they both were naked, Ivan crawled onto the bed. The cop grabbed Ivan's hips as his knees sank onto the edge of the bed. The cop used his finger to probe Ivan's hole. Ivan groaned and shuddered and surrendered to the cop. The cop positioned the swollen, slick head of his cock at the opening and thrust his hips forward. A tearing shot of pain pierced Ivan and he cried out, but the cop was not as big as Ryker and he quickly adjusted to the invader. As the cop began thrusting his hips, Ivan responded, slamming backward with each forward thrust. The cop bent forward, reaching around Ivan to grab his cock and stroke it in time with the fierce thrusts.




At Master's Table: Ivan's Dilemma



They were lost in their rhythm, strokes matched by soft grunts and low moans and deep gasps. The cop pumped faster and Ivan matched him. Ivan gripped the bedspread in his fists, begging for release and praying that thoughts of Ryker would stay away. But as if thoughts could conjure his friend and co-worker, Ivan's phone rang. Ivan knew without looking that it would be Ryker, taking a break from fucking Mila and calling to tease him.

The cop did not take notice of the ringing phone. He kept his increasing pace, tearing deeper and deeper into Ivan. His hand tightened around Ivan's cock, stroking the full length. He was so involved in his own pleasure that he failed to notice that Ivan was no longer hard. Ivan tried to ignore the ringing phone and tried to think of anything but Ryker, but his thoughts kept returning to his virile co-worker. 

The cop grunted and slammed deep, emptying himself again. Ivan groaned in pleasure and frustration. The sensation was wonderful but Ryker had still denied him release. The cop withdrew, slapped Ivan's ass, and collapsed beside him. He leaned over the side of the bed and sat back up with two cigarettes. Ivan rolled over and accepted one of them. They lay in silence until Ivan's phone rang again.

"You're popular," the cop grunted. He leaned over to retrieve Ivan's phone, getting out of bed as he tossed it to his partner. Ivan looked at the number on the screen, confirming that it was Ryker, and then turned the ringer off. He would deal with the consequences of ignoring Ryker later. 

The cop was getting dressed and Ivan felt disappointment. He sat up, watching as the officer covered his barrel chest and strong thighs, and continued smoking his cigarette. "You didn't cum," the cop announced all of a sudden. "When whoever is on the phone is through playing with you, give me a call."

With that, the cop was gone. Ivan placed his head in his hands and tried to focus his thoughts. He had always been puzzled by the relationship Ryker had with the bitch. He knew his friend loved the girl, but he treated her like property. He never understood why the girl endured it, but after one encounter, he was ready to take her place.



At Master's Table



Mila stood and shimmied out of her skirt. Both Riker and Ivan admired her long, athletic legs and the glistening slit buried in the tight blonde curls of her mound. The girl tilted her head in Riker's lap and wrapped her lips around him from the side. Her head moved up and down, dragging her lips along his shaft with each motion. Riker dealt again, this time including Ivan in the round. Riker and Mila did not add to the bet.

Ivan tossed his last chips on the pile. "I call. Four queens." He grinned and leaned forward, knowing very few hands beat four queens.

"Very well played, man-slut," Mila laughed, spreading three of a kind on the table. "Looks like Ivan gets to cum after all, eh, Riker?"

"Four queens is very good," Riker answered, his voice even. "You did well Ivan." Ivan started reaching for the stack of chips, but Riker stopped him in a calm voice. "But, it's not as good as four aces." He spread the cards on the table and sat back smugly. The girl shifted her attention back to her master's heavy balls, taking them in her mouth.

Ivan stared at the four A's staring up at him. He stood up, slamming his hands on the table. "You are a fucking cheater. There's no fucking way you got four of a kind twice in a row and that you got four fucking aces when I just happened to have queens. Dammit, I should just quit when you decide it's your turn for the slut. You cheat the rest of the night so no one else can have her and you get all the money." He backed away from the table, knocking over his chair. He didn't set it upright. He grabbed his pants from the floor, getting ready to pull them over his hard cock.

In his frustration, Ivan did not see the anger in Riker's suddenly red face. Riker pushed the girl away and stood slowly. "Ivan, I would like to talk to you in private," he said in an even tone, though his jaw was clenched.

Ivan froze and glanced at Riker, never hearing that tone in his friend's voice before. Riker was walking toward the back of the house and Ivan followed, his pants still clutched in his hand. The girl nervously shifted her eyes to Mila, her fingers knotted in her lap as the door to the bedroom closed. They could hear muffled, intense voices. Mila patted her leg and the girl crawled over, resting her cheek on Mila's thigh. Mila combed her fingers through the girl's hair, waiting patiently. "It's okay, girl," she cooed gently, dropping her fingers to lightly scratch the girl's back.

The men's voices fell silent. The girl remained leaning against Mila, relaxing under the tender caress. Her eyes were closed and her breathing even. Mila smiled at her. "I still think you should come home with me."

A sharp sound interrupted them. The girl's eyes popped open and she sat up straight. The sound repeated and the girl glanced around anxiously. The crack echoed through the building again and goose bumps formed on the girl's body. Her areola puckered and her nipples tightened. Mila was watching her. "Sounds like the man-slut is getting a spanking," she stated, her eyes never leaving the girl's body. A soft acknowledgment of pain followed the next slap and the girl moaned softly. "Does that excite you, girl?" The girl nodded. "Does Master spank you when you've been bad?" She nodded again. "Are you being bad right now?" The girl lowered her eyes and shook her head to say no. Mila reached down and stroked the girl's cheek. "But you want to be bad, don't you? I can smell your dripping pussy. You want to be fucked, don't you, bitch?"

The girl didn't answer for a moment, her body flinching each time Riker administered another blow to Ivan. "Don't you, bitch?" The girl nodded. Mila shifted and stretched out her leg. "Show me what a bitch you are."

"God, Riker, no," Ivan suddenly yelled. The girl's head whipped toward the bedroom door, but Mila continued staring at her. "Riker, no, you're too big. Oh, God, Riker." Ivan cried out for a moment and then there was silence. They could hear Riker's muffled voice but could not make out his words. Riker's voice was followed by a low moan. "Yes, it feels good," Ivan said. "Yes, Sir, it feels good." A pause. "I want you to fuck me harder, Sir." More moans followed.

The girl shifted uncomfortably, her hips rocking a little. She was breathing hard, her nipples stiff. She crawled toward Mila as Ivan's moans grew louder. She straddled Mila's long, muscular leg and then settled her slick pussy on the woman's shin. She began gliding up and down, slowly at first, but her motions grew quicker as Ivan grew louder. 

"You are a bitch, aren't you?" Mila teased as the girl rubbed her pussy on the woman's leg. The girl rode harder and faster at Mila's words, panting loudly as she tried to please herself. The louder Ivan was, the faster the girl moved. Her voice joined his sounds. Her breasts were swaying, slapping against Mila's leg as she pushed herself harder, grinding her hips downward. She threw her head back, panting as she rode Mila.

"Oh, God, yes, oh, yes, Sir!" Ivan screamed. The girl stiffened, her mouth open in a silent scream as her body trembled. 

Mila stood quickly, the motion causing the girl to fall back. "Up," she ordered. The girl stood and Mila pushed her backwards. She bumped into the table. Mila grabbed both of the girl's thighs. She cried out as the motion knocked her down. She landed on the table with a thud, her head dangling off the side. Mila's thumb began rubbing the girl's clit, the motion rapid. The girl tossed her head from side-to-side and cried out again. Mila slipped two fingers inside her slick canal and began pumping quickly. The girl spread her legs wide, opening herself to Mila's attention. 

Mila added a third and fourth finger, her movements quick. She leaned over the girl, placing her free hand on the table. "You ready for it all, bitch?" she growled. She didn't wait for the girl to respond as she tucked her thumb against her palm and forced her entire hand into the girl's tunnel. She began pumping her arm. The girl writhed on the table, gripping the edge so tightly that her knuckles turned white. 

The bedroom door opened but neither of the women paid attention as Riker returned to the room. He watched them for a moment and then walked around the table to the girl's head. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back until her neck arched and her mouth opened. His cock was dangling from his open trousers and with his free hand he guided it to her mouth. She immediately latched on, sucking him hard as Mila pounded her. He hardened quickly and worked his way into her throat, his balls slapping her nose as he thrust in and out. He placed his hands on the table and leaned forward. Over the girl, he and Mila kissed, their tongues dueling fiercely as they split apart the girl.

The girl's body bucked off the table as the pleasure and pain became more intense. Her body rippled and thrashed and she screamed around his cock. Mila pulled out and bowed her head, her tongue licking the girl's slick lips. Her fingers had to bite into the girl's hips to keep her prey still for the assault. Riker grunted and thrust forward hard, groaning at the ceiling as he spilled into her mouth. She swallowed quickly as he exploded. The girl screamed one last time as Mila drug her tongue against her clit and then collapsed in sobs.

Riker stepped back and tucked himself back into his pants. Mila leaned back in her chair, her color heightened and her nipples stiff. Her hand dropped between her legs, her fingertips rubbing her mound. "Down," Riker said. The girl did not budge, so he repeated the command, his voice loud and firm. "Down!"

She blinked in surprise, but did not hesitate to roll off the table. She knelt in front of him; head bowed, back straight, her hands palm up in her lap. She waited for him to reward her with a "good girl," but he didn't. He stepped around her. "Boy?" he said expectantly.

"I'm sorry I called the girl a slut and I'm sorry I accused Sir of cheating and I'm sorry I made a scene like a spoiled three year old when I lost," Ivan said. He was standing a few feet away, still naked from the waist down, his head bowed.

"And?" Riker prompted. Riker was now standing in front of Mila, his hand massaging her breast. 

"And Riker is my Daddy," Ivan finished quietly.

"Show them the punishment your Daddy gave you for being a brat."

Ivan turned around and bent forward. There were multiple red welts on his butt cheeks. Riker was tugging on Mila's nipple now. "Very good, boy," he said. "You may leave now." Ivan bent to pick up his pants but Riker stopped him. "Leave those here." Ivan looked at him in confusion, but Riker's full attention was on Mila. Mila had her legs spread, her fingers rubbing her clit as Riker continued caressing her breasts. Ivan draped the pants over the back of the chair and walked out of the house naked. 

"You are a bad man," Mila teased. Her voice was breathless and her words ended on a soft moan. 

Riker did not respond to her words. "Here," he ordered. The girl crawled to him again. "Did you cum?" he asked calmly. The girl looked up quickly, her eyes darting to Mila before she answered. "Don't look at her. She is allowed to use you however she wants, but only I can give you permission to cum. Did you cum?"

Her shoulders dropped and she nodded her head to affirm that she had orgasmed. 

"Did I give you permission to cum?" 

She shook her head no.

"Did you cum more than once?" Nod. "More than twice?" Nod. "More than three times?" Nod. "Four times?" Nod. "Do you know the punishment for coming without permission?" Nod. "Too bad. Four nights out of my bed and Mila going to spend three nights with us. That will be torture for you, won't it, bitch, to listen to us fuck for three days and know you can't even watch?"

Mila chuckled softly, but the sound ended as a moan as Riker pinched down on her nipple. "That's punishing me, too," she laughed.

"That's all right. I'll keep you busy." He looked at the girl. "Corner," he ordered. Obediently she crawled out of the living room to the bedroom. Riker grinned at Mila, taking her hand and following the girl. In the bedroom, the girl was kneeling, facing the corner of the room. Her wrists were crossed behind her back. He sat Mila on the bed and went to the girl. He took a chain dangling from the wall and attached it to a loop in her collar. He slipped a blindfold over her eyes and placed restraints on her wrists. 

He bent to whisper in the girl's ear. "Do you remember the rules?" She nodded. "Good girl. Daddy did win a lot of money tonight. You were my lucky charm." He kissed her cheek and then turned his full attention to Mila. She held open her arms, and he went to her.