Paddy McGuire looked in awe at the man standing naked in the shower. His master was
truly a remarkable sight. Even now after five years of continuous service, and five years
of the most amazing sex, Paddy still felt a thrill every time he looked at his master’s
body.
He might not be to everyone’s taste, but as far as Paddy was concerned, Angus McCloud
made for a stunning spectacle. His face was so ruggedly handsome with his jet black hair
and his coal black eyes and the black stubble on his firm strong jaw. He was six feet
three inches tall with a naturally broad and bulky frame which he kept toned with some
swimming and the odd session in the gym. His manly chest was covered by a sleek mat of
trimmed black hair that ran from his neck all the way down to the bottom of his rib cage
then tapered off to a thick band running down to his navel and beyond to his thatch of
curly black pubes. His nipples were big and erect, sitting proud on his meaty pecs. His
waist was trim and the stomach was flat – there wasn’t an inch of his torso that Paddy
didn’t adore. He supported this mass on two tree trunk legs covered in delicate black
hair. And there in the centre was the star of the show, the source of so much of Paddy’s
joy: a massive flaccid penis glistening with a coating of water – nine inches of pale
Scottish cock which when hard added another two. Paddy’s master was hung like a horse and
by God he knew how to use it! Even now, after an hour of full on sex involving two other
men, Paddy’s asshole was pulsating, ravenous for the only meat it was allowed – the only
cock he ever wanted inside him.
Paddy groaned as he recalled the first time his master had fucked him. He came within
seconds of being penetrated then came again three more times during the sex that lasted
late into the night, his master riding him in every conceivable position, humping him
wildly for hours on end. It was the final act in claiming a rebellious trainee slave that
no one else had been able to tame. It had taken two whole months of studied discipline and
sexual denial – two whole months of building up an all-consuming yearning in Paddy, a time
bomb that exploded when his master finally entered him. It was the most fulfilling
experience of Paddy’s life to that point – he had managed to surrender totally and freed
his soul in the process.
“Get your arse in here, boy,” shouted Angus McCloud, waking the Irishman from his
reverie. “You can lather me up and get me hard again. Then you can part your cheeks and
take a pounding – you don’t think for a second I’ll be leaving here today without spurting
out a load inside my favourite hole.”
Paddy grinned and eagerly entered the open plan shower where his master stood under a
cascade of water. He had hoped this was the reason his master had asked him to remain
behind having dismissed his other two slaves after fucking the pair of them over Paddy’s
face. Then his joy at the prospect of some intimate one-on-one sex was dampened as he
registered all the words said.
“You’re leaving, sir?” asked Paddy as he poured out some gel and began to lather his
master’s chest.
“Afraid so,” replied Angus, fondling Paddy’s cock with one hand and stroking his meaty
buttocks with the other. “I’ll be flying to New York this evening... And before you ask,
the answer is no, you can’t come. I need you here.
“Yes sir,” said the Irishman.
Paddy carried on with his task and hid his disappointment. It was very rare indeed for
him to be parted from his master. Angus invariably took him on business trips, claiming
that Paddy needed constant control, and a fucking every night so he remembered his place.
“I’ll be gone for four or five days,” said Angus. Then giving Paddy’s ass a hard slap
he added, “So there’ll be no action for this for a while.”
“Of course not, sir,” agreed Paddy.
Angus silently chuckled, enjoying the play. He gripped Paddy’s shaft which was fully
hard, enjoying that as well. “Where as this!” growled the master, feigning an anger that
he never felt with his favourite slave. “Perhaps this should keep itself busy...”
Angus roughly stroked the shaft. He wanked the slave’s member as he growled out more
words. “...You’ve been enjoying my cock inside you too much of late. And in one respect
that’s fine, because I’ve been enjoying your arse...”
Angus released Paddy’s cock and gripped both the slave’s buttocks. He pulled Paddy
towards him so that their groins smashed against each other like two rutting stags locking
horns. He then pushed his slave backwards against a wall and humped him hard. Paddy parted
his legs in happy submission as his cock got rode and his ass got groped, as fingers got
thrust into his hole.
“...I enjoy it because it’s mine and mine only,” the master snarled into Paddy’s ear.
“I enjoy it because it’s fine and it fits me like a glove... But here’s the rub, Paddy: I
especially enjoy it because you’re a hell of a stud and it makes me feel good to fuck you.
Riding wee passive lads is all very well, but riding a real man who can top like the best,
asserting my dominance over a big brute like you... now that gives me one hell of a
buzz!”
“Sir!” gasped Paddy, quivering with the directness of his master’s words and the
thrill of his body pressing against him. Never had this been openly stated, although Paddy
had always known it was the case. His master was a man who took his pleasures liberally
and his sexual tastes were very broad. But he was always active, and his preference was
for big men like his three personal slaves. Big and butch was Angus McCloud’s type. And
when it came to slaves, Paddy was as big and butch as you got.
“Do you remember that schoolboy I let you ride?”Angus said as he brought a hand back
round to jerk on Paddy’s cock. “Christ, you gave him a hell of a pounding – several in
fact – you were wild for the lad. It was a sight to see. It gave me such a horn watching
you fuck him. It made me enjoy him all the more when I took my turn, knowing that this
cock of yours had been inside him before me... that your spunk was up there sloshing
around – the finest lubrication a man like me could have.”
“It was a grand night, sir,” admitted Paddy. “The lad did have an exceptional arse.
Thank you again for allowing me to have him.”
“More your type than mine,” said Angus as he continued to grope his slave, “but still
a hell of a good ride... Not as good as you though! That was the best thing for me, Paddy
– fucking you afterwards. I couldn’t get enough of you for weeks after that session. The
problem is – maybe I spent too much time up your arse. There needs to be a balance...”
Angus thrust a couple of fingers back up Paddy’s asshole. “...between this...” the
Scotsman snarled as he brutally frigged. Then he squeezed hard on Paddy’s shaft as he
snarled again, “...and this!”
Paddy groaned at the roughness of the sex. He surrendered his body, happy to do so,
but was concerned that somehow he had caused annoyance to his master – that this
separation was a punishment for being too submissive.
“Anyway,” continued Angus adding to Paddy’s fear, “a break might do us both good. And
I’ve got something planned that might shift the balance from this...” More fingers were
thrust up Paddy’s ass, Angus now frigging his slave with four. Then that hand was brought
round to join the other hand on the slave’s cock. “...to this!” growled the master.
Angus pleasured his slave’s cock for a moment, using some suds to lather it up. “That
schoolboy you enjoyed so much,” Angus said as he wanked the soapy shaft and fingered the
tapered glans. “He certainly proved popular with the club members as well. So popular in
fact, that I’ve decided to recruit another one. A schoolboy that is, for the main room
this time. There’s a candidate arriving tomorrow. Normally Charles would test a house
slave out, but I think you should have the pleasure of this one - something to keep your
pecker up whilst I’m away.”
“Test him sir?”
“Yes Paddy – test the lad out,” replied Angus as he continued to play with his slaves
soapy cock. “Audition him for the role. You know what the members are after when it comes
to a schoolboy. Give him a good fucking and see what you make of him. Do some basic
training as well if you think he’s up to scratch... Oh aye – one other thing. I’ve been
assured he’s not an anal virgin... but he might still be at the front. That’ll have to
change and be tested out... I don’t want a lad that can’t get it up. So obviously you’ll
need some help for that part. I’m sure Sven and Marco will happily oblige the boy. Take
them along as well and use them as you see fit. Maybe even let them have the first poke at
the lad to ease him in for your size.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”
“Then if he passes the audition, come up with some way to launch him at the club, and
give yourself a treat at the same time. And by that I mean make good use of this big piece
of meat I’m holding.”
Angus gave the cock a heard squeeze to emphasise the point.
“So just to be clear, Paddy,” Angus continued. “In the flat for the audition, and in
the club on Saturday night, the chains are off. I give you free reign to do as you
please... with the one exception as always.”
“That will never happen, sir,” Paddy said resolutely. “I would sooner kill a man than
surrender to him what’s yours.”
Angus clutched again at Paddy’s buttocks and thrust at his slave’s cock - he grinded
against him, enjoying his manliness.
“That’s more like it!” the master snarled. “You can be so incredibly butch at times,
and that makes me so bloody horny! Keep it up! Now turn round you big hunk – turn round
and let me ride what’s marked as mine.”
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