“You were perfect, boy,” she tells me. “You did so good. I can tell how much you enjoyed that. I cannot wait to begin the next stage of your training. You want to make me happy and be my good boy, don’t you?”
I’m lost to her and those gorgeous blue eyes. “Yes, Mistress, I want to be your good boy.” She’s always horny after these sessions, and it’s all mixed up in my head now.
Later, she frees me and allows me to cuddle in bed with her, and I feel…
I guess I’m happy.
Right?
* * * *
The first time I fuck another man, I don’t know it’s Eddie.
I didn’t knowwhoit was, at first, and he didn’t know it was me, either.
It’s the following week when my next stage of training begins. When I’m summoned to Elsa’s that evening, I’m not taken to the bedroom immediately. Elsa had hooded, blindfolded, and gagged each of us as soon as we arrived. I assume after the fact that Eddie arrived first and was in the bedroom.
Then she played music loud, and over the next hour or so tortured us and worked us both into a frenzy as she ordered us to beg her for relief. I’d thought she was simply making me wait between activities the way she sometimes did when she played with me, leaving me and ignoring me for a while before coming back and paying me attention.
In retrospect, the fact that she’s playing with two of us at the same time explains everything she did that evening. I do know she loved anything we said or did that put her front and center of our attention and affection.
A total narcissist.
Having two of us desperate and begging, focused on her and unaware of the other’s presence, must have been a huge turn-on and ego boot for her.
I have no clue about any of that at the time, though. All I know is after spending time rubbing her feet, being allowed to lick her pussy several different times, and going through every position she ordered me to assume, as I kneel there on the cold floor, naked except for the cuffs, hood, and blindfold, I think my balls are going to explode. I am beginning to wish she’d strap me to the bed and let me come, even if it’s another guy sucking me off.
She clips my hands behind me, hooking them to my ankles, and forces me to remain in that position as she reaches in and plays with my balls, my cock, delivers cane strokes to the bottoms of my feet and the backs of my legs.
“There is someone else here,” she reveals after our ball gags were once again put in and she turns down the music. “You’re both being remarkably good boys right now. I’m very impressed.” Her hand settles on my head, rubbing me even through the hood, and what little fear had filled my brain from the revelation that we weren’t alone vanishes.
“Suchgood boys. So good that I want to reward you both. But reward still must be earned. Show me how well you can beg to be fucked, and I’ll let both of you come.”
I amdesperate. I hunch over as low as I can with my wrists bound the way they are and plead to be fucked. I’ll gladly take an ass-fucking to be allowed tofinallybe able to bust a nut, even if it means jerking off while she fucks me.
I have no idea who the other guy is. With both of us gagged, it’s just muffled, mumbled gagspeak. I can make out words, barely, but not his voice.
What Icanhear, like bright, crystal sunlight, isherlaughter.
Pure amusement.
I crave hearing that, making her laugh like that, nearly as much as I crave making her smile or hearing her saygood boyto me.
“I can’t decide,” she finally says. “I know! I’ll flip a coin to decide.” I finally realize she’s speaking English and fear hits me, because I wonder if that means the other guy can’t speak German.
Like…what if he’s another guy from the base?
To this day, I have no clue if she really flipped a coin or not. I don’t know what criteria she used to decide who was on top, if it was just random choice, or because I had a bigger cock and she wanted to watch me fuck him—I don’t know.
I’ll never know.
I don’t evenwantto know how she decided, because it really doesn’t matter.
“Excellent,” she says, followed by the sound of her preparing. I hear her moving stuff around, the sound of a pained male grunt, and then I flinch when I feel her hand grip and stroke my cock.
I can’t help moaning.
“Yes, my very good boy,” she softly says. “Myspecialboy. You’re my favorite, you know.”
