A Knock On The Door

The both of you jumped as the door almost fell out of its frame, when something like a bear must have knocked it twice. She turned around facing the door and by doing so brushed your hard on. Now she must have felt it. On top of that she bowed towards the door as it opens, pressing her butt against your crotch. You didn’t move at all, part because you got surprised and scared so much the last minute that you entered a state of paralysis and part because you liked the way the maid pressed herself against your crotch. She must be doing it deliberately.

Through the door steps a tall handsome man and he closes it immediately after. His lips forming a vicious grin as he saw the two of you and he steps directly in front of the still bowing maid. “Now that’s a nice view isn’t it?”, he said with a deep voice as he mustered you: “what’s are you doing? Get off the poor boy, Annabelle”. His voice was so demanding yet calm, stern but friendly. Annabelle, as you just now learned was her name, immediately stood by side and left you open and defenceless in front of the tall dark man. Besides Annabelle’s nice maid dress and his black and expensive looking suit, you looked like a peasant in the present of a king. You assumed he was Mr. Adler, your host. At least he had the same brown skin Color as the girl you saved a week ago. “It seems he took quite a liking for you, Ann”, he said smiling down your trousers. You followed his eyes and saw the outline of your cock and on the end of it a tiny wet spot.

“Oh Jesus”, you said out loud and fondled at your pants trying to hide what you could: “I’m sorry, Mr. Adler, I am”. You didn’t dare to look at him and ashamed you searched for Annabelle’s eyes. You saw her cheeks turning red as apples and a slight grin on her lips. Your heartbeats fastens as the man before you laughs. “Don’t worry, whiteboy. That’s just normal for you”, he takes your chin with his two meaty fingers and makes you look up at him: „And I’m not Lord Adler. My name is Master Angus for you“. Hectic you nod in response and still in his firm grip you glance at Annabelle. She was holding on to one of the bed posts and her view was fixated on you and the black man before you. “I’m here in the service of Lord Adler. I have to ensure his safety“, he said while obviously mustering your crotch. He came a step closer, now towering over you and he started to size you up. First he checked the pockets of you hoodie and scanned your arms. Then he touched your stomach, your back. His hands slipped inside your back pockets where he nonchalantly groped your ass. In response to this offence you instinctively stepped forward and bounced off Master Angus body. Your still hard cock pressing against his thigh. How embarrassed you felt. He must think you’re gay. Getting turned on by being groped by him. But you still packed that wood from when Annabelle touched you. But then you remembered her chastity cage and her penis. Why does that get you hard, why is your dick still throbbing? No, no you got a boner when you first saw her, that’s when you thought it’s a beautiful woman. And since then the boner didn’t get away. So you’re not gay!

Now you realise how much more embarrassing this is going to get when Master Angus hands will come to your front. He put his big hands in your pockets, striping your throbbing hard on in the process. Then he looked at you amused but still stern. “What’s that?”, he pointed at your penis. Your heart sank. What were you supposed to say to that? You looked at Annabelle. She still held on to the bedpost with both hands and heavily panting. Is she getting turned on by you being manhandled by this taller, stronger, better man? Why are you even describing him like that? Are you turned on by all of that maybe?

Master Angus flicks your dick and a lightning of pain flashes through your body. “Ouch!”, you whine. “I want an answer!”, he demands and now stood tall in front of you. „I-it’s“, you stammer: „I…“. Again he flicks it. Harder this time. „Is it a weapon?“, he shouts angrily and flicks it again. You try to stop him by putting your hands in front of your boner but one his big strong hands put them aside and the other grasped your neck **** you. While Both of your hands are trying to get his one of your neck, his other hand continues flicking and slapping your cock. Overwhelmed by pain and the humiliation of being completely powerless you cry out: „It’s my dick! My dick! Please stop!”. He stops with the ****, but still holds on to your neck firmly. “I have to check that”, he said calmly.

Your eyes widen full of terror as you watch him unbuckling your pants. As you looked over to Annabelle her knees were bent and one of her hands was pressed down on her crotch. She was gasping loudly with her tongue out. Completely hot for you being humiliated and abused by this big black man. Before you know it, your cock springs free. “You told the truth”, he grunted: “I’m proud of you. But why is it… hard?”. He looked you in the eyes as he took your dick between his two fingers. His hot touch igniting a fire in your stomach. Your mouth dried as you shamefully looked at Annabelle. “Was it the maid that tempted you?“, he asked and started to jerk you off with only two fingers. Both of you looked at her. She was only a bundle of nerves at this point. Completely lost in her lust. But still she smiled at you warmly. „Do you know what’s under that skirt?”, Master Angus asked and took up the pace: “Did you see it?”. You nodded hectically and Annabelle looked at you surprised. Angus smiled from ear to ear as he brought you closer to orgasm. “Do you think you could cum like that?”, he asked viciously. Again you nodded. Legs felt heavy, your knees weak. „Now, John Hayes was it, Right? Do you think I too am caged?“, Master Angus continued asking. You just shook your head. You’re so close to cumming. „Do you think I could cum with only two fingers?”, he wanted to know. “No!”, you said barely holding on. “And why is that?”, he asked you intently: “what do you think?”. At first you didn’t want to answer but then you felt his hand closing the grip on your neck. You could barely breath. “Because you’re better”, you shouted: „Stronger, taller, a better man then I or Annabelle! You’re an Alpha, oh god, I’m cumming, oh god“. And with that he let go off you completely. Your legs gave in and you dropped to the floor. A humiliating and unsatisfying feeling shooting through your penis and dribbling out at the end. He ruined your orgasm. Gasping on the floor you watched as your weak cock spat out a small load of a ruined cumshot.

„Oh god“, you panted and only now you thought of your girlfriend Cait. What would she think of you if she’d saw you right now? She must never find out. That must have been the most erotic thing you ever experienced in your life as a virgin. And yet it felt so unsatisfying and humiliating. Annabelle looked at you full of love and lust. „Clean him and bring him down“, Angus ordered Annabelle and he smeared a drop of presuming into your hair that must have dropped on his hand. Master Angus went out the door and Annabelle pulled out a towel and wiped away your sad cum. Her face was red and you mustered her more focused now. Even though you she had a cock, she was so girlish and feminine as can be. Although there was no cleavage you could clearly make out her breasts in the maid uniform. „You knew about my… cage?“, she asked quietly rubbing up and down your small dick, cleaning it from your cum. You could just swallow your pride and confirm: „mhm“. Her feminine hand wrapped around your cock when she looked you in the eyes and asked: „And you still… liked… me? My touch?”. Slowly but surely your cock began to harden again. Which she took as an answer and replied with an extra tic grin. “You did good. Master Angus loved to hear what you said“, she told you: “The Masters like to feel superior… because they are. Show them that you know that and they will be pleased with you”. You looked at her. She had a cock but she was so feminine and beautiful. Plump lips and clear blue eyes. Her blonde hair fell onto her shoulder and her cute nerdy glasses accentuated her soft face. “I don’t want to please the masters. I’m here to meet a rich guy who wanted to give me a reward!”, you protested. She just smiled at you sweetly and squeezed your now hard dick: “You will like it here! But don’t touch yourself!”. The last sentence came out of her mouth like a warning signal out of a Sirene.