WELCOMING DINNER AND AFTER PARTY
Our Masters fuck us on and off as they slept. Danny and I would kiss and hold each other while being fucked. In between the fucking we would try to nap knowing we most likely will not get much sleep.
It is dinner time when our Masters are ready to get out of bed. They pulled us out of bed towards the shower. They first needed to use the toilet and of course, Danny and I clean them up afterward. It is one of the tasks that I am not fond of. It is humiliating with awful tastes. Yet it's what our Masters want. The funny thing is the more I clean up after my Master, the shit and pisses the taste gets less and less discussing. I guess you can get used to anything if you just do it often enough.
After my Master does his business, I set up the shower water to the correct temperature as Master taught me. We clean our Masters as they relax under the warm water. I turn off the water after they are thoroughly clean. Danny and I then dry them with warm towels. Master orders us to clean each other. From my training I know to only use cold water. Of course, we clean each quickly and then do our business on the toilet too. Then we give each other an enema. Once we are clean inside and out, we dry each other with old rough towels. I am happy for Danny's help. Plus, it is good not to be as lonely anymore. I have someone to share in my servitude with. I think Danny is happy too.
When we walk out of the shower our Masters are kissing again, so we kneel and kiss their feet three times.
"Slaves we are hungry so find us nice shorts, a polo shirt, and sandals from our closets."
I rush to the closet, pulling out blue cargo shorts, a red and white polo T-Shirt, and blue sandals to match the shorts. When I return Danny is right behind me. We find our Masters continuously kissing. So we kneel with our arms parallel to the ground with the clothes on top of them. Our Masters ignore us preferring to make out longer as lovers tend to do. It reminds me of the way Danny and I did in the cell last night. We both know we need to wait until our Master's are finished. Our arms start to get tired with a pile of clothes on them. I try to not show any discomfort so as not to disturb our Master's make-out session. In the corner of my eye, I see Danny have more of a difficult time with it. Yet, it doesn't seem to bother our Masters. They just seem to be so into each other that we are completely ignored.
About 20 minutes later Master looks down at us, "Slaves dress us."
We quickly dress our Masters. They then take leashes and attach them to our collars. We are pulled to our feet and ordered to follow. I follow my Master down to the dining hall. It is busy with about 30 guys sitting and eating with their slaves either standing next to them or serving them under the table. This is the first time I have been in the dining hall with other Masters and slaves besides Master Jason and Danny.
Our Masters grab two seats next to each with enough room for Danny and me to stand on either side of them. I'm on the left of my Master and Danny is to the right of his Master.
A kitchen slave rushes out and asks what our Masters would like to drink. My Master asks for a rum and coke and Jason asks for a gin and tonic. The slave rushes off to get our Master's drinks. Meantime, Danny and I stand at rest with our hands behind our backs, ready to serve our Masters.
Master says "Bread and butter."
I quickly grab some bread just out of reach of my Master. I butter it and place the slice of bread on my Master's plate.
Master just ignores me, as he chats with the other Masters about their summer break. I see our Masters holding hands openly on the table. So, I assume they are open with their relationship with others in the house. As Master is chatting, I hear a few seats down from us, a Master moans and notices he is holding his hand under the table I assume a slave must be giving him a good blow job. The kitchen slave arrives with our Master's cocktails. Then Master snaps his fingers and points to the floor. I quickly kneel at his side.
"Suck!"
I instinctively understand what to do. I crawl under the table and between my Master's legs. In the corner of my eye, I see Danny doing the same thing. I take the centerpiece out of my Master's chair and crawl closer to my Master's crotch. I lick my lips wanting to give him the pleasure I have been trained to do. I open his shorts and his massive cock falls out, hitting me in the face. I can see Master is already excited as precum is smeared on my face. I take the cock in my mouth and suck him while never stopping his conversation above. I am impressed. In the corner of my eye, I see Danny servicing Master Jason too. I am glad we had some training for each meal. It gave Master more time to socialize with his friends and not have to train me at the same time.
A few minutes later his meal comes. He must have made his food order before we took a shower. The app on his phone can do a lot around the college.
I continue to suck him while he catches up with his what his friends have been doing over the summer break. When he is about to shoot, he holds my head down, forcing his massive cock deep into my throat. Except he doesn't shoot! He lets go of my head and I catch my breath and continue to suck. When he is about to shoot again, I force his cock deep into my throat, holding Master back from the edge of cumming. So, from now on, he doesn't have to hold my head and be distracted. It is my job to keep him on the edge. I hear him chatting and laughing with his friend all the while he is on the edge of cumming. Fuck my Master is amazing. I could never hold a conversation on the edge of cumming that! I hear Danny next to me sucking and stopping just like me.
Finally, Master finishes his meal and taps my head. I take this as a sign he is ready to cum. So, I keep sucking until he shoots deep into my throat. He moans a little stopping his conversation with his friends. They wait until he recovers then they continue the conversation where it left off. I assume they are all used to being serviced at meals. It's like shooting a load in the middle of a conversation is just a normal thing!
To my surprise, Master holds my head down and then releases a stream of piss down my throat. I am forced to swallow a gallon of piss. Once he's done, I am released. I lick the rest of the piss dripping out of his cock. Only then am I allowed to let go of his cock.
Not long after my serving my Master, a kitchen slave comes out with a bowl of slave chow. It is the only food I have eaten since my enslavement. I am starting to forget what normal food tastes like. Yet, I bend down under Master's chair and eat my meal. It is filling but has a very bland flavor. I lick the bowl clean, not wanting to waste any food given to me. I depend on my Master to feed me and don't want to waste any of it. Master could withhold food at any time so it's best to get what you can when it's available.
The kitchen slave removes the bowl and I sit back on my thighs then look up at my Master's softening cock. Fuck it is so beautiful. I lick my lips hoping Master will get hard again soon. Master pulls my head into his lap as he continues to chat with his friends. He presses my cheek into his half-hard cock. I feel content just kneeling between my Master's legs with my head pressed against his wonderful cock. I smile knowing his is my favorite place to be.
Our Masters chat with their friends for another hour while I take in Master's scent, keeping me in my happy place. I zoned out of Master's conversations, floating peacefully inside my happy place. Master, rubs my head for the entire hour. It feels so nice to have Master's affection. I could stay like this forever!
Master pats my head, indicating he is ready to get up. I shake myself out of my happy space. Then I place his cock back into his shorts and button them up. Then put the chair back together and crawl out from under the table.
I grab the back of the chair as Master gets up. I see Danny do the same for Master Jason. Master grabs my leash and pulls me out of the dining hall. Master walks into a large lounge with leather chairs and sofas and love seats. I have never been in this lounge before. Master puls Master Jason to a loveseat with him. Danny and I kneel between our Masters' legs.
"Slave, get Jason and me another drink. The same as before."
I quickly get up and rush over to the bar in the corner. My half-brother is at the bar getting his Master a drink too I smile at him. He smiles back. We know we cannot take long. Yet, I do ask him what his name is.
"So, ah... what is your name?"
It is strange to ask your own brother what his name is. Well, I mean we are strangers after all. I fill up a glass with coke.
He smiles "My name is Robert, brother."
Oh shit, he just called me brother. Well, that is what I am but it is weird hearing it from him.
I quickly switch my shocked face to a smile and reach over to him grabbing the rum then turn my face to him. We are now face-to-face for a second.
"My name is David but my Master only calls me slave now."
My brother laughs, "Well brother you are a slave just like me."
He smiles at me while I pour the rum into the glass and then fill a second glass with gin and tonic.
"Brother David, it is good to meet you and I hope we can get to know each other better"
