1. Oren part 3

    Date: 10/22/2017, Categories: Fiction, Anal, BDSM, Oral Sex / Blowjob, BDSM, Teen, Cock & ball torture, Discipline, Gay, Male Domination, Group Sex, Toys, Written by women, Author: globalwetwork, Source: sexstories.com

    The following weekend Oren and I came home from the bar, fairly drunk. A little fact about me is that I get extremely horny when I’m drinking. Normally Oren didn’t but before we went out I made sure to put a vibrator inside him. I’d progressively turned it up as the night had gone on until he was on the same level as I was. We’d made up some bullshit and rushed home. We could barely keep our hands off each other in the cab. In the month since Oren had become my slave, we’d had more sex than we’d had through our entire relationship. Somehow we were also getting along better. As much as I loved Oren, after two years of dating our relationship had gotten a little ‘Oh Jeopardy is on tonight’ if you know what I mean. Since Oren has always been so shy, it was hard to entice him into doing something fun. But after his little ‘surprise’ I’ve been able to get him out of his shell a little more. That includes in the bedroom. I’ve now gone through every one of the new toys he bought and figured out which of them we like and which of them will be staying in the closet. I also went on a bit of a shopping spree myself and bought some new costumes and…supplies if you will. Since we lived in a three bedroom loft-I know, the myth is true they really do exist-that meant we had a lot of empty space. One of the rooms we kept as a guest room, but the other we’d never really figured out what to do with. Well, problem solved. I’d spent one Saturday converting the spare room into a ‘playroom’. To ... my surprise Oren loved it. I mean really loved it. I think we spent two days in there after it was finished. We kept it locked when we weren’t in it, and we made sure to hide the key. But anyway, back to coming home drunk. Oren had jumped up on me and had his legs wrapped around my waist. He wasn’t very hard to carry, I doubt he weighed more than a buck twenty. “Danny,” He whispered against my lips, “I’ve got another surprise for you.” I’d had him stop calling me Master because it just felt weird. Besides, it was way more of a turn on to hear him screaming my name. I grinned, “And what’s that?” He giggled and climbed off of me, taking my hand. He pulled me to our playroom. “Promise you won’t be mad?” I arched an eyebrow but none the less said, “Promise.” Oren brought the key from the necklace around his neck and opened the door. He flashed me a quick smile and disappeared inside. “Like following a white rabbit.” I muttered as I slipped inside as well. Waiting for me was not at all anything I could have anticipated. “Wes?” I asked. Of the group of Oren’s friend’s, over the years I’d been introduced to almost all of them but one had always stood out to me. His name was Wesley Robinson, and aside from Oren himself he was the cutest guy I’d ever seen. As you might’ve noticed my tastes run a little cutesy but hey, adorable guys just do it for me. Wes was a brunette. Actually his hair was black as an oil slick but technically he’d be called a brunette. His eyes were blue as oceans ...