I took the cum-covered towel that Master Ballard threw at me and wiped away the remnants of his load dripping out of my used hole. I shyly brought the towel to my face. I inhaled. I could smell his semen, his sweat and the natural lubricant from my roughly fucked hole. This combination of our scents was the most erotic thing I had ever inhaled. I took multiple deep breaths from the towel as my cock throbbed inside the black pouch of my jock. I was snapped back into reality when I heard movement at the end of the hallway. I fell onto all fours and began my journey out of the guest room towards the master’s bedroom. I opened the double-doors and immediately saw the black-wired crate. As Master Ballard instructed, I crawled inside, closed the tiny, wired door behind me and secured the padlock. I was locked in. The crate was small. I couldn’t crouch, let alone stretch my legs. I could be on my hands and knees, or if I curled myself into a tight ball, I could lay down. Choosing to get some rest, I laid on my side and positioned my exposed ass towards the door. Perhaps Master Ballard would be enticed to give me another load before going to bed. While waiting for him, I started to imagine who the familiar face might be that master had loaned me out to. I was so lost in thought I hadn’t realized that the room had become pitch dark as the day turned into night. It was so dark and silent, I questioned if I was awake or if I was dreaming. I woke suddenly, feeling the crate being carried and loaded into a vehicle. I couldn’t see anything as a black covering encased my cage. After some time, we stopped. I heard the doors open, and felt the crate being lifted and then wheeled to my final destination. When I was no longer being transported, I started to prepare myself. I adjusted my bow tie. I made sure my slave boy cock was tucked snuggly in my jock and the leg straps were straight, framing my ass perfectly. I positioned myself on my hands and knees and waited for my master of the day. The black covering was removed swiftly. When my eyes adjusted to the light, I couldn’t see much but knew exactly where I was. In the center of the room was the black padded block where, only yesterday, I was sold to Master Ballard. Out of the shadows walked Master Scott, the master that led my auction. His strong hands had supported me as the bidding took place. He oiled my body, teasing my nipples and cock. He parted my ass and exposed my asshole with his calloused fingers. Master Scott knelt beside me, “Hello, boy. You know why I am here today?” It sounded more like a statement than a question, yet I responded, “Yes, sir.” “Your Master has given me permission to play with you. Are you going to be a good boy?” “Yes, sir!” “Excellent” he said, as he unlocked my cage and pointed towards the block. I climbed on top of the padded surface and watched over my shoulder as Master Scott removed his jacket. Master Scott explored my body with his hands, exactly as he had yesterday, only this time it was strictly for his pleasure. I watched his muscles flex, constricted by the tight fabric of his shirt. He leaned forward, lifting my face, gently drawing me towards him and kissed me. Softly. Romantically. He stared at me for a moment, almost confirming the emotion behind his kiss, but dominance returned to his face, “Only look at me when I tell you to.” I turned my head and looked into the darkness before me. Master Scott worked his hand down my stomach and into the pouch of my jock. His hand around my cock made me moan, as he turned my face towards him again and wrapped his tongue around mine. Master Scott pushed me forward and examined my hairless ass, aligning my asshole with his growing bulge. The master removed his belt and lowered his pants, pulling my ass back against his erection hidden in his briefs. I felt his tongue start to push inside of me as his mustache brushed my pucker. He pushed my cheeks apart so his tongue could explore deeper, tasting more of me, constantly wetting my hole as he prepared it for his cock. The master snapped his fingers, and I spun around to face him, his heavy cock hanging in front of my face. I lifted him, taking the bulbous head into my mouth. I slid more of him into my mouth until my nose rested in the coarse hair at the base of his cock and his blue striped tie covered my eyes. He placed his hand on the back of my head and began fucking my mouth, working his dick further and further down my throat. The master snapped again and my ass was now presented before him. He smacked his spit-covered cock against my crack until it found its target and pushed forward. My hole gave in to the pressure and I felt his heat as it snaked up into my intestines. He gripped my shoulder as he pulled out. His cock felt even harder than before when he returned. As master began to work up speed, his open shirt and tie brushed against both sides of my ass causing goosebumps to rise across my back and down my legs. Master Scott roughly pulled out and pushed me onto my back. Lifting my leg into the air, Master began to fuck me. He wasn’t gentle. Now he was possessed. The master was focused on the pleasure his hairy rigid cock was feeling sawing in and out of me, getting closer to filling me with cum with every movement of his hips. I watched as master’s eyes slammed shut, and his cock, now hard as steel, began to pulse and pump its master seed deep inside this cumdump hole. Master Scott jumped off the block, quickly gathered his discarded clothes and left. Once I caught my breath, I weakly crawled into my cage. It was difficult locking myself back inside. Every muscle in my twink slave body shook from exhaustion, but none more so than my tender whitewashed hole. As I curled up on the floor of the cage, I crossed my fingers and hoped that my service to Master Scott would make Master Ballard proud of me. Only time will tell.