If you have been following my story, you know that Randy, a friend of mine since high school, has been blackmailing my girlfriend Sandy and me for the last few weeks. Sandy and I agreed to be his sex slaves for one month, as long as at the end of that term, he would turn over the compromising videos he filmed of me.
I was the first to be blackmailed into gay sex and it seemed the more I complied with him, the more entangled I became as he videoed more and more of me giving him blowjobs or allowing him to fuck my ass. Prior to this, I had never had any same sex encounters. However, that all changed with the blackmail and I found myself reluctantly assisting Randy in seducing my girlfriend and eventually joining me in becoming his sexual slave.
Randy introduced us both to a bisexual married couple named Larry and Ann who often engaged in swapping with other couples. Ann prefers women to men and relished being the first woman to have sex with Sandy. It was a first for me as well as I found that Ann's husband Larry enjoyed reciprocating as well as having guys service him. After just a couple of encounters with Larry, I found myself drawing closer and closer to him. It wasn't just great sex with Larry. I honestly felt something with him that I had never felt with anyone else.
It was Ann who both encouraged Sandy to cuckold me as well as introducing her to interracial sex with a man named Mark. Mark had engaged in a dominant relationship with Larry and Ann for some time, and eventually carried on a master/slave relationship with them both.
In the previous chapter I detailed Sandy's first encounter with Mark as well as describing how my life has changed as Sandy's cuckolded fiancée. Sandy had even gone to lengths to purchase a male chastity device to lock my dick up in its cock cage when she travelled for extended periods as a pharmaceuticals sales rep.
Sandy had made arrangements for us both to service Randy on Saturday. We had two weeks left on our agreement and Randy told Sandy he was looking forward to a whole weekend with us serving as his personal slaves. Randy had enjoyed having anal sex with Sandy and he made it clear that he intended to fuck her long and often.
Saturday morning, Sandy arrived at my apartment and I heard her on the cell phone asking if there was any way Randy would consider coming over to my apartment instead of us walking over to his place in the same complex. I overheard her describing that she was cooking some items and didn't want to dirty up his kitchen and it would allow her to keep an eye on things. Randy agreed, but informed her that we were both to be nude and kneeling in the den, our hands tucked behind our backs, when he arrived in about an hour.
Seconds after she ended her call with Randy, I heard her making another call but I couldn't tell to whom at the time. That was made clear when Mark, her new black lover, walked through my door. I wasn't sure what was going on but I knew Sandy well enough to know she had the matter well in hand.
Punctual as ever, Randy knocked on my door, and seemed to be quite agitated that I had not undressed as he had directed earlier. As he made his way into the den, Mark and Sandy both emerged from the kitchen.
"Who are you?" Randy inquired of the black man who stood as an imposing figure in the doorway.
"I'm Mark and you must be Randy," he responded.
"Mark?" Randy questioned until a moment of clarity appeared on his face, "Larry and Ann's friend?" he continued.
"Exactly," Mark nodded back.
"I see. Well, I don't want to seem rude Mark, but Sandy, Dale, and I have plans this afternoon," Randy shot back, as he started to make his way past Mark into the kitchen, before being rebuffed at the doorway.
"Actually, I'm part of those plans," Mark responded as he blocked Randy's entrance into the kitchen where Sandy was standing with her arms folded tightly across her chest.
Almost without anyone noticing, two more black males had entered through the back door where Randy had come through just moments earlier.
"My boys Travelle and Chris, they're part of those plans too," Mark stated as Randy turned and noticed for the first time that there were now three black men, none of whom were invited to his private party.
Assessing the situation, Randy decided to make a hasty exit as he started to head for the back door. "Okay, that's cool. I'll drop back by later," Randy retorted as he tried to move past the two large men blocking his exit.
"I don't think so," Mark said smirking back at him. "You see, today, you are the party. I understand from Sandy here, you like playing games: Master and Slave games. That true home boy?"
Randy turned realizing his exit was blocked. "Look, I was a little short a while ago. You guys are free to do whatever, I'm just gonna' leave, and ya'll can have your fun," Randy reasoned, a look of uncertainty now filling his face.
"Yea, we're gonna' have fun all right. But today we're gonna' have fun with you. Sandy tells me you like playing master...but unfortunately we have a few too many masters here. So we're going to have you play slave today. Just like Sandy and Dale have been for you. So, why don't you go ahead and get undressed there and we can all get started."
Randy had a look of terror on his face and quickly tried to push past Travelle and Chris who each grabbed an arm and held him in place.
"Sandy, why don't you go on back to the bedroom for a second? It appears Randy and I need to have a bit of a discussion," Mark said turning briefly to look back at Sandy and then back to Randy who stood helpless in front of him.
Sandy turned and walked away as I sank back in a chair in the corner of the den watching it all unfold in front of me. When Sandy had made her exit, Mark walked over and stood in front of Randy before taking his arm half back in a quick motion and landing his fist to Randy's stomach.
Mark didn't draw back far but it was enough that Randy's knees buckled instantly as I could see his breath was momentarily lost in the unanticipated punch to the gut. Travelle and Chris let go of him as he crumpled to the floor, slamming on his knees and coming to rest on his hands.
"Now, do we have an understanding boy," Mark snarled as he stepped back. "I don't want to play rough, but we will play. Now, like I said earlier, undress, and be quick about it."
I watched as Randy slowly straightened up, his hair disheveled as he held his stomach. Still on his knees, he slipped his shirt over his head.
"Stand up and get those jeans off," Mark barked. Randy slipped off the shoes and peeled off his jeans leaving him in his white socks and grey Polo briefs.
"That too," Mark commanded looking at the briefs.
Randy hesitated just a second before Mark appeared to take a step toward him. He immediately dug his thumb into the waistband, lowering the briefs, and then off his legs leaving him naked except for a pair of white Under Amour athletic socks which Mark allowed him to wear.
Mark surveyed the humbled man before him who seemed to shake once as Mark appraised his naked physique.
