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I had no idea how long I’d been tied to the chair. It seemed like forever. “Won’t be long. I’ll be back for you soon,” the Master had said. I knew he was up to something special; something big – but I had no idea what he had planned. I hadn’t seen Mistress around either. Was she playing tonight? What was going on? I was naked and getting cold, my arms were aching behind my back and the shiny, silver cage felt like ice on my cock and balls.

Then, I heard voices from the bedroom next door. The Master laughed and spoke. I couldn’t make out the words but there was no mistaking his deep baritone authoritative tone. Another voice, who is that? I didn’t recognise it.. There was movement, a scraping of furniture and then, other voices. How many? God knows – a few - a bloody lot. Shit! What had I let myself in for? There was a whole group next door. This was new to me. I knew I had told the Master that I was keen to try a group session, but THIS? - I don’t know. I noticed it had fallen silent. I was tingling all over. “Must be the cold”, I thought but my body was giving me away - my cock had started to harden. It was pressing against the chilly bars of the cage. It hurt and, yet, it was exciting.

Footsteps. The door opened. The Master was looking very pleased with himself. “We’re ready now.”

He was behind me freeing me from my captivity. Something was up. I sensed he was trembling with excitement as he fumbled the ropes. “Got a real treat for you.” His voice was trembling slightly. I had never seen the Master like this before.

I followed him out into the hall, taking unsteady steps. Pins and needles crept along my arms and my legs felt like they’d turned to jelly. He paused at the bedroom door and looked at me with a grin, “Are you sure you want this?” His tone was almost mocking. ‘Want what?’ I thought. I didn’t dare question the Master, but I HAD TO KNOW. My voice quivered, “Oh, yes, please Master”.

With that, he slowly pushed open the door.

I couldn’t make sense of what I was seeing at first. Some men standing, naked, in a huddle? How many, maybe six, seven? At least. Their heads seemed to be bowed, backs arched slightly. They seemed to be trembling, their arms twitching. A circle jerk! Not my big thing. A wave of disappointment came over me. ‘I’m too late for this party, anyway’, I thought.

The master gestured and led me over to the chair which had been set placed near to the group, restraints at the ready.

Once bound to the chair and immobilised again, I turned my attention to the group. The action was getting more frantic, their bodies moving quicker, almost in rhythm. I could hear moans and grunts now. They were getting close. Ahhhh!” One came, thrusting his hips back and forth violently. “Ooooh!”, a chorus of moans joined in. “Oh, yes! FUCK!” someone groaned. The rocking and twitching was slowing. There were satisfied, sighs. That’s when it hit me.

‘Ooooh, fuck! They’re collecting the cum. I know what’s going to happen.’ I had eaten the Master’s cum and my own many times, but this? I was scared and breathing heavily. I HAD asked for it but I thought it was going to be from Mistress’s pussy, not a bowl or something. Oh God! Oh Lord! I wanted to do it, though. I was flushed and trembling.

‘Ok, this is it’, I thought, as the group began to part. They had collected their cum all right, but, oh how wrong I’d been.

Mistress had been concealed within the circle, on her knees, gagged with hands cuffed behind her back. Her breasts were glistening. “Ok, UP!” Commanded the Master in his more familiar voice. Two of the group helped her to her feet and led her towards me. “Happy Birthday”, smiled the Master. “You’ve done really well recently – I wanted to spoil you.”

“Thank you, Master”, I could barely form the words. Mistress stood in front of me. Her lovely, full breasts were covered in shiny, milky cum. I could already smell its deep, musky perfume. “Are you ready for this?” The Master was mocking again. “yeesss”, I croaked. My throat was dry. It was too late to back out. ‘Jesus Christ, FUCK.’ This wasn’t a dream. It was really happening.

Mistress straddled my lap, her butt plug dug into my thigh, her pussy covered my caged cock. “A feast fit for a loser”, declared the Master. The Mistress edged forward to thrust her breasts to my face. I buried my face between them and lapped, and lapped...

“Don’t waste any, or I’ll be cross.” I could barely hear him, I was in a near-trance of ecstasy. My mouth was full of the warm, glutinous nectar. I swallowed and focussed on the warm sensation sliding down my throat. Oh, I was getting greedy now. My tongue was getting tired.

I turned my attention to Mistress’s nipples. Oh, they were hard and so big. I licked and suckled and swallowed - I was getting into a frenzy. I suddenly became aware of my cock; it was swelling and pressing hard against the cage, it was tingling as if an army of ants were crawling over it. It should have hurt, but I was beyond pain. I felt a warm sensation flowing over my cock and balls and down my thigh. I had barely registered that Mistress was rocking back and forth rhythmically, her juices were flowing over me. She was letting out a muffled moan through her gag, her nostrils flaring wildly as her excitement rose. I knew what to do.

I sucked hard, pulling her nipple into my mouth, tickling with my tongue and teasing the hard flesh gently with my teeth. She erupted, convulsing, rocking faster – rubbing herself against my helpless cock. Even through the gag, her yelps and groans filled my ears. She tensed as she let out one last, long “Uhhhhhh” and lay her head against my shoulder. Her body relaxed. The Master reached over removed her gag and opened her handcuffs. “Oh, fuck, that was intense”, she gasped and started nuzzling and kissing my neck. “Did you enjoy that?” she whispered softly in my ear. “Oh, hell, yes Mistress”, I replied. Her warm juices were still running down my legs, tickling and teasing. I so much wanted to drown in them.

I was waiting to be untied, I needed to hold and cuddle Mistress but the Master stood inert, watching. Mistress leaned back, her sticky breasts sent shock waves down my body as she pulled away. She then climbed off my lap and flopped, exhausted on the bed. ‘No, don’t go’, I felt something had deserted me, leaving a cool, empty space. My cock was swollen and had turned an angry dark red - droplets of Mistress’s juices still clung to the cage. ‘Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit’, I had to come, it was too much – every nerve ending in my body was firing, my loins were burning. I couldn’t last any longer. “Please Master, may I come now?”

As I expected, a wave of anger passed across the Master’s face but it quickly faded into a sadistic smile. “Later, perhaps. I’ll think about it, maybe. That was your birthday treat. If you want more, you’ll have to earn it”, he said sternly. “I expected a little more gratitude from you. Pity!”

“Right then. You’ve had your surprise, now back to work.” He beamed wildly. “You still have these gentlemen to clean up and then me to see to.” As I glanced at the silent group I saw them forming a queue, most of them were already hard again and, ‘Oh, you have to be fucking kidding me!’ One of them was hung like a horse......