For the last few months, I’ve been serving this man who lives a few towns over. He’s not actually closeted, which is rare for rural Texas, but he is incredibly straight passing. We’ve done lots of things together at this point like him tying me down to edge me for hours, forcing to me accompany him on errands wearing nothing but an ill-fitting jockstrap, and when he occasionally works from home he’ll allow me to be his under-the-desk slut worshiping his feet and cock for hours. I’m really thankful to have found such a dominant alpha who will let me call him Master.

I’m driving into Master’s neighborhood for an evening of service, and my cock is already straining against my jeans as he had told me to arrive commando. I get closer to his place and find that my usual spot is taken. “Maybe one of the neighbors is having a get together,” I think to myself. I park a little bit further down the street and make my way to Master’s front door. I knock on the door and wait patiently as the anticipation builds inside me (mostly in my dick). He opens the door and tells me to come inside, at which point I see two hot men sitting on his couch. I’m about to say hello what Master covers my mouth and tells me, “Don’t speak unless spoken to, boy.”

As he closes the door behind he tells me to hand over all my clothes. I ask him, “Here?” He responds with two ball taps sending waves of pain and pleasure through my body. He established with me that this means, “Don’t make me say it twice,” so I hand everything over down to my socks. Master then tells me to make myself comfortable as I’m standing naked in a room of clothed men. One of the guys on the couch starts patting on the cushion between the two of them and making whistle and kissing noises like he was calling a dog. I of course sat between them as quickly as I could eliciting a chuckle from them both. Master went into the kitchen leaving the three of us alone watching TV.

I try to get a conversation going with the clothed men by asking if they were gay or bi to which one replied, “No, we’re both straight. He’s actually married, but I’m not.” The married one threw in, “I take it you’re gay, though,” as he points out my already leaking cock. My balls were fairly full after having not cum in four days on Master’s request. “Yes, Sir, I am,” I respond. The single one then asked, “Is it true gay guys give better head than girls?” I say, “Only one way to find out.”

The men look at each other as if they knew I would offer that. The single guy swiftly pulled down his athletic shorts and boxers to reveal a seven inch flaccid cock, and I quickly assume position on my knees and take him into my mouth. Master walks in after about five minutes of me trying to get him hard and pets my head as he hands him a beer. I’m going to town on his shaft and sucking on his balls, just trying anything to make him hard but to no avail. I eventually start licking his taint and getting close to his asshole when he give my balls a light kick and says, “Stay away from there, bitch.”

I suck his soft cock and balls for an entire episode of Lost as my own hard penis leaks into a puddle of pre-cum on the floor. At some points Master and his friends laugh at how hard I’m trying, and at the end of the episode Master says, “Wel’, since he didn’t succeed in his task you can give him a punishment.” The married one points out my puddle of pre saying I should lick it up. The other two agree, so I get down on all fours and lick the floor clean. “Now it’s your turn with him,” Master said to the married man.

He looks around the room before telling me to move the coffee table and get on my knees in the middle of the room. I quickly oblige, and he asks, “Is it true you like to edge?” “Yes, Sir,” I respond. He says, “We’ll see about that.”

Master decides to put on Call Me by Your Name and grab a few more beers for his friends while the married man informs me I will be edging for the entire movie. This movie is two hours ten minutes and I’ve been edging for four days, so I never really had a chance. “You’re not allowed to turn around and you have to do everything I say,” says the married man, “got it?” “Yes, Sir,” I say as he tells me to begin stroking my cock. He keeps telling me to go faster and faster until I’m beating my meat senseless. I tell him I’m close and he says, “Hands behind your head.” He lets me sit there to catch my breath for a minute until he starts the cycle again.

This goes on for the first hour of the movie, and at this point my balls are starting to hurt they’re so full. At this point he starts a new method of edging. He sets my speed and begins counting down from a random number typically one through ten, and I’m not allowed to cum or stop jerking until he says, “One.” Before he starts he lets me know that if I break any rules I will be punished, but doesn’t tell me how. The first few I get through rather easily, but before long I find myself teetering on the edge. It’s excruciating and I start to slow down when he’s only at four, so he quickly reminds me to keep my pace by simply saying, “Speed,” when he’s supposed to say three. I realize every time I slow down it’ll add more time to the countdown.

We’re an hour forty-five into the movie, the men have a decent pile of empty beer cans at this point, and I start seriously struggling. Every time he starts his countdowns I’m immediately whimpering an begging for mercy. I ask for permission to cum, tell him he’s such an incredible alpha specimen, pulling out all the stops trying to convince him but nothing works. No one even responds to me aside from the occasional chuckle. Then, he suddenly starts a countdown at twenty and I know I’m in trouble. I can’t help but slow down which is quickly met with a “speed” reminder. I struggle to hold the pace so badly that he stands up and says in my ear, “Don’t fucking slow down. Don’t fucking cum. Or you will be punished.” I try to keep jerking, but it’s not fast enough to please him so he won’t keep counting. I tell him I’m close and reminds me, “Don’t. Fucking. Cu-.”

And it’s too late. The married man says, “Hands off,” and starts unbuckling his jeans as he watches my ruined orgasm spew out onto the floor. The single man stands up and meets his friend standing over me as they both whip out their massive straight cock. I’m on my knees still cumming with my mouth agape when they both let their piss stream over me. It gets in my mouth, in my hair, and all over the floor as Master sits in his chair watching his friends cover me in what feels like an endless stream of beer piss. They shake their penises to make sure every drop lands on me before putting them back in their pants. Master tells them it’s time for them to go, and the second the door shuts he pulls out his dick and starts fucking my face until he shoots his load down my throat. Afterwards he brings me a mop and a bucket and told me to clean up while he works at his desk.