My young Dutch slaveboy lars has greatly contributed to the following story, which I wish to acknowledge right from the start. His comments made it possible to report on our session from a slave's perspective. I hope you enjoy it.
Ever since I had my meeting with Master Rob and slave Menno, I have been thinking of that exciting afternoon, which invariably gave me a hard-on. I often masturbated while thinking of our hot encounter and was very keen to have a second meeting. I knew that this would be hard to arrange, since Master Rob had left the Netherlands and moved to Canada. However, once I knew that an opportunity might come up, I planned to arrange for a second meeting. I go to a school, which trains me to become a sailor. When I had to indicate my preference where and how to spend my traineeship, I put Canada on top of my list. All the time, I kept in close email contact with him so that we could plan a second meeting together.
In the meantime, I met Menno again, in a pub in Rotterdam where I live and go to school, a maritime college. We had a couple of beers and talked about our exciting meeting with Rob, not so long ago. I was wearing the same jeans as I did last time we met - the ones with the two tears in it, which drew Menno's eyes to my crotch. It never takes me long to get hard, and Menno's attention while we discussed our hot encounter had exactly that effect. When Menno stood up to go to the toilet, I noticed the bulge in his crotch. Despite our obvious state of excitement, we did not want to come just with the two of us. The idea of being Master Rob's slaves who would only be allowed to play with each other with his permission made us hot, but also prevented us from getting too close. It's so hot to be a slave of a master you can fully trust. Almost impossible to explain to anyone who has no association with these feelings, I guess. When we left the pub, we kissed passionately and Menno pushed against me, so that I could really feel his stiff rod while he felt my rock-hard member. I nearly came in my pants while we rubbed against each other.
We agreed that I would contact Rob, which I did the very next day. I emailed to him that and I would love to meet him again and that this might actually be possible, since I would have to do my traineeship in the very near future and it was quite possible that I would be in Canada during that period. Rob told me that I would be welcome to come and visit him, to have another exciting session. I was delighted when I received the news that I would be sailing as an assistant mechanic with the Regina Maersk, which was bound for Vancouver, where it would stay for about a week. I mailed to Menno about my success and he let me know that he was planning a vacation with a friend to visit Canada, so that the possibility arose that we could all meet in Vancouver. Again, Rob was pleased with this news about Menno and myself. Menno gave me no further information about his friend, but assured me that he would be a willing partner in a session with Master Rob.
Within a month after all this, I left for Miami, and then sailed through the Panama canal, along the west coast of North America, to finally arrive in Vancouver. That trip, which lasted about two month, was most exciting in more than one way. Part of the excitement came from sharing a hut with one of my classmates, Sven. He is about my age and looks absolutely gorgeous, with long blond hair, which he often wears in a pony tail. Sven is slim and quite tall for his age. Like myself, he is Dutch but his parents are Swedish. He is the absolute epitomy of a Scandinavian beauty! I liked Sven when we were at school together, but I did not realise that we actually shared some _s_e_x_ual preferences. I found out about those quite by coincidence, one evening when Sven thought I was asleep on the lower bunk, while he was reading a magazine in the one above me. The reading must have excited him, as the bed was shaking gently, presumably because he was playing with himself. Since he thought I was fast asleep, he continued what he was doing and must have lost control of himself when the magazine fell on the floor. What I saw next was not only some exciting photographs in a glossy magazine, but also Sven's tented boxer shorts when he jumped down to retrieve the magazine. Kneeling to pick up his lost property, he noticed that I was not asleep. He blushed and looked greatly embarrassed. "Don't worry, Sven. I like the look of naked boys too. Let's look at them together."
Sven was a bit relieved by my remark, but still not quite at ease, especially because his hard _c_o_c_k_ was now poking out of his boxer shorts. While he put his _d_i_c_k_ back in his shorts, I noticed some more photographs, all of boys and men involved in soft sm sessions. He tried to hide the magazine, but there was no way I would let him get away with it. I made him sit down on the lower bunk while we looked at the photos together. Needless to say, the photos triggered me telling him about my exciting meeting with Rob and Menno. He looked at me with his lovely blue eyes, not knowing whether to believe me or not. Like myself, he had often fantasised about being a slave. However, so far he had never actually had any real life experience. When I mentioned to him that I would be meeting Rob and Menno in Vancouver, he implored me to arrange for him to be in a session as well. I told him I would contact Rob, if he was willing to show me his naked body. He quickly took off the only bit of clothing he was wearing and showed his gorgeous naked body, with his hard _c_o_c_k_ pointing upwards. It was a fair size, but somewhat smaller than mine. I made him assume the positions that Master Rob would want to see him in, as I remembered them from my own encounter with him, and lightly slapped him on his firm cheeks. I gently squeezed is nipples, which made him throw his head back and groan with excitement. At the end, I kissed him on his lips while stroking his _c_o_c_k_. Although I certainly enjoyed all this, it also made me realise that I much preferred the submissive role, rather than the dominant one. I promised Sven that I would contact Rob and Menno as soon as I could send an email.
I did contact both Rob and Menno when the opportunity arose, in an internet café in the first harbour we were in. Rob was certainly interested, but insisted on an exchange of emails with Sven, before he would make a decision. Rob always wants to explore limits and preferences before a session, I know, and this was exactly what he did in his 'discussions' with Sven. Although Sven was not at liberty to reveal any details of his email exchanges with Rob, he did tell me that Rob had allowed him to be part of a joint session. Sven was wrapped, and so was I. Wow - not only would I have the opportunity to meet Master Rob again, but it would be in the presence of this gorgeous Scandinavin blonde. I secretly hoped that Master Rob would let me do things with Sven, but did not really dare ask for it.
When Rob picked Sven and me up in the harbour, Menno and his friend were already in the car. Rob took us to a little terrace to have a drink so as to get to know each other a bit better. Menno's friend Achmed is from Turkish decent. He is a real handsome boy and I had great difficulty keeping my eyes of his well-packed, skin-tight, white jeans. The bulge in his crotch was further accentuated by his wide black belt. Just looking at him and imagining what would happen during our sessions made my _c_o_c_k_ hard. When he started talking about the regular discipline sessions his brothers and he went through with his father, Rob decided it was time to go. Rob was already informed about those discipline sessions through his exchanges of emails and did not want to spoil the fun that was about to come. We all hopped back in the car, Sven in front with Rob, the rest in the back seat. Achmed was sitting in the middle, his left leg pushing against mine. He smiled at me, showing his perfect white teeth, and put his hand on my knee. When he moved his hand towards my inner thigh, my _c_o_c_k_ was rock-hard. Rob had clearly seen all of this in the mirror and when Achmed's hand was getting near my crotch, Achmed was told that there was no need to go any further. Rob considered that Achmed had already taken enough liberties to earn him a severe punishment in the very near future. His stern words instantaneously changed the atmosphere in the car. We were no longer the boys having some fun, but had become Master Rob's slaves, whose role was to obey and please the master as he desired. Achmed looked thrilled and clearly had a hard-on.
When Master Rob had parked his car in the underground garage, we were told to get out of the car and then handcuffed. With the leather cuffs we were all connected to one of the other slaves. We were then made to walk up the stairs to the living quarters. My right had was connected to Achmed's left and while I was walking behind Achmed, he gave me a good view of his tight arse. Mine was on display for Sven, to whom I was cuffed with my left hand. Master Rob followed Sven and felt his cheeks while walking up the stairs. In the living room, Master Rob lined us up in the middle of the room, and ordered us to take off our shoes and socks and to put these away. He then made us kneel, one at the time, hands behind our backs - which isn't all that easy when they are connected to a boy next to you - and ask if we could be his slaveboy. I was the third to kneel and submissively offered my services. Achmed and Sven touched my cheeks while I was kneeling, because I had my hands behind my back. Master Rob put a studded slave collar around my neck, as he did with the other slaves. Like the first time, this had the psychological effect of feeling to be owned and at my Master's mercy. When we were all collared, we had to stand up again, legs apart. The cuffs were disconnected, but we had to keep our hands behind our backs. "I am going to show you what happens when you do not act as I want you to", Master Rob began. "You will then receive a punishment. I will use my hand or one of the instruments that are on the table over there. Lars get me the cane, slaveboy, and then assume the position for the others to observe. You will receive 6 strokes on the seat of your jeans."
I quickly got the cane from the table, handed it to Master Rob and bent over as far as I could. I spread my legs wide, so that the denim of my jeans stretched tight across my arse. I love this situation, anticipating the Master's hand touching my buttocks and wandering between my legs, towards my _c_o_c_k_ and balls. I also love the caning that follows. It does hurts a bit, but Master Rob has never really used the cane with great force on me. It's hard to explain why all this excites me so much and makes my _c_o_c_k_ twitch. I guess it's the idea of submitting to someone who is in full control and who can be trusted to do exactly those things that he knows you love being done to you. I counted the strokes as they landed on my cheeks, even without having been instructed to. After the sixth, I thanked Master Rob for the caning. While he gently touched my cheeks, I asked him if I could have six more. I wanted to show the new slaves that I could really take it and also wished to make a very good impression on Master Rob. I thought all of this would help my friend Sven to obediently assume the position when his turn would come.
When it was Menno's turn next, he was made to take off his belt and hand it over for his spanking. Menno looked great, with his tight faded jeans stretched across his buns when he received his 6 strokes with the belt. Then Master Rob stood in front of Sven and asked: "Any preference, slaveboy, for the way you will be punished this first time?" Sven was a bit nervous, even though watching me and Menno being spanked had visibly excited him; the bulge in his crotch was clearly noticeable, but he did not dare adjust it while standing in the line with his hands behind his back. Master Rob held his chin in his hands and looked straight in Sven's blue eyes while waiting for an answer. "Bare hand, please, Master", came Sven's reply. "Okay boy. Bare hand it will be and bare bottom", said master Rob, and then unbuckled Sven's belt, undid the top button of his jeans and unzipped his fly. When Master Rob pulled Sven's jeans down, Sven's large stiff _c_o_c_k_ showed through the slit in his boxer shorts. "Take them off slaveboy, and then assume the position for punishment".
Sven did as told, and showed his nice firms naked buttocks, barely covered by his blue T-shirt. Master Rob pushed Sven's T-shirt up a bit further, so that his bum and furry sac were on full display for all of us to watch. Master Rob felt Sven's buttocks, thighs and balls before he landed his first swat on Sven's right cheek. He gave Sven six swats, each leaving a red handprint on Sven's white buttocks. It was great to watch and I was pleased Master Rob had not blindfolded us this time. After he had thanked Master Rob, Sven moved back in line, dressed only in his blue T-shirt, his _c_o_c_k_ pointing upwards, just as hard as it had been before the spanking.
Next it was Achmed's turn. Achmed is a 22 year old Turkish boy, who moved to the Netherlands when he was about 3. He comes from a large family, where the father believed in strict discipline for all his boys. Corporal punishment was common, as it is in many Turkish families in the Netherlands. Wednesday night was punishment night when Achmed grew up. All the boys from the age of 10 onwards were expected in the family room after dinner. The younger ones, the girls and mother would leave the room when the punishment session was on. The boys that were in for a spanking would have to line up against the wall, standing up, while the others were allowed to sit down and made to watch. Once Achmed had turned 12 or so, he was rarely allowed to sit down during any of the disciplinary sessions. Depending on their age and the 'crime' they had committed, they would be taken over the knee and spanked bare hand, or made to bend over to receive strokes with Achmed's father's wide leather belt. Since Achmed was greatly turned on by being spanked, he made sure that he would get it most Wednesday and then beat off in private afterwards. The spanking could be delivered on the jeans or underpants, but a bare-butt spanking was not uncommon and Achmed had often experienced up to 10 swats with the belt on his firm brown arse. He often owed up to 'crimes' he had not committed, just to be in his favourite position. When one of his little brothers, Mohammed, realised this, a little trade started. Achmed would take the beating Mohammed should have got, in exchange for some assistance while relieving himself afterwards. On one occasion, when Achmed was receiving a blowjob from Mohammed, they were caught by their older brother, Yussef, who threatened to tell their father. Achmed would not have minded, as this would just have earned him another beating, but his little brother was scared and begged Yussef not to tell anything. Yussed agreed, in exchange for special services by both his brothers. And so, at the age of 17, Achmed not only had a regular blowjob from his younger brother, but also willingly took his older brother's large _c_o_c_k_ up his arse. Moreover, his big brother would allow Achmed to _f_u_c_k_ him, if Achmed accepted a beating that was actually due to Yussef. At his present age of 22, Achmed was a very experienced boy. He was also very keen to be in a Master/slave situation. He had fantasised about this for a long time, but, until now, it had never transpired. Achmed would have a terrific day!
Master Rob stood in front of Achmed and told him to get an instrument from the table. He scampered off to get a leather paddle from the table and asked: "Sir, can I get it bare-arsed? I have always dreamed of getting the paddle on my bare butt, but have never had it so far." "Slaves do not ask how they are to be punished, but accept what is coming, boy", was Master Rob's reply. "Now strip! I want you stark naked and bent over." Achmed took of his T-shirt, revealing his smooth brown chest and belly. He quickly unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his fly and pushed his tight white jeans down. His briefs were next, revealing his fully erect _c_o_c_k_. I am certainly well endowed myself, but frankly admit that this Turkish brown _c_o_c_k_ was bigger than mine. I hoped that Master Rob would let me have a go at it and salivated by the thought of it. Achmed bent over as told and Master Rob felt his cheeks, thighs and balls. He took the paddle and landed the first swat on Achmed's right cheek. The next one landed on his left buttock. I admired Achmed for being able to take all this and hoped that I would not have to accept the paddle myself. It made me a bit scared; in fact I need not have worried, as Master Rob always stays within previously agreed limits. However, he also knows how to create an atmosphere that makes you slightly frightened. Achmed was given twelve swats with the paddle before being told to stand up and face he three of us. His _c_o_c_k_ was as hard as before the spanking. Master Rob must have read my mind, because he told me to strip, get on my knees and lick 'that slave's _c_o_c_k_'. I was delighted to oblige and quickly took off all my clothes and got on my knees on the floor.
What happened next with Menno and Sven was hard for me to see, but I did hear Master Rob ordering Menno to strip and kneel, while he himself removed Sven's T-shirt. He positioned Sven opposite Achmed and above me and made them kiss each other. He pushed Menno's head towards my _c_o_c_k_ and then I felt a warm mouth around my _d_i_c_k_. Master Rob himself concentrated on the standing boys and felt their bodies. He stroked Sven's _c_o_c_k_ and explored Achmed's butt hole, opening it up. I could not believe my luck when I was told to put a condome on my slave _d_i_c_k_ and Achmed was ordered on the floor, face up. While I was made to _f_u_c_k_ Achmed, the first boy I had ever entered, the other slaves undressed Master Rob and played with his _c_o_c_k_, balls and nipples. It felt great to slide in and out of Achmed's tight arse hole and I wondered if I would enjoy it also taking a _c_o_c_k_ up my arse myself. Certainly not a big one like Achmed's, but perhaps Menno's smaller _d_i_c_k_ would go in nicely. Again, Master Rob must have read my thoughts. After he had squirted his cum in one of the boy's mouth, and ordered Sven and Achmed in the 69 position, he concentrated on my butt hole, gently opening it up while I _f_u_c_k_ed Achmed. When I had climaxed and relaxed for a little while, it was my turn to lie on my back. Sven and Achmed were told to concentrate on my nipples, mouth, _c_o_c_k_ and balls, and my _c_o_c_k_ was rock-hard again, even though I had just shot my load only 10 minutes before. Menno was ordered to put a condome on his _d_i_c_k_ and gently enter me, guided by Master Rob. It hurt a bit in the beginning, but with all the attention given to other parts of my body, I hardly noticed the pain. Once Menno had fully entered me, the pain gave way to pleasure. It did not take long for Menno to climax and empty his load in the condom inside me, while I squirted my hot semen in Sven's wet mouth.
Now it was time for the other slaves to shoot their load. Sven was made to lie on his back. He had never been _f_u_c_k_ed before, but had used large dildos, which he had told Master Rob. I hoped they were as large as what was shoved up his arse this time, as that was sure quite something when Achmed entered him. I sucked Sven and played with his right nipple, while Menno played with his left and kissed him on the mouth. Achmed started to _f_u_c_k_ Sven, who was visibly enjoying that large _c_o_c_k_ inside him. Master Rob paddled Achmed's arse in the same rhythm as Achmed _f_u_c_k_ed Sven. The sound of the leather paddle on bare flesh and Sven's _c_o_c_k_ in my mouth made me feel really hot again, and I was fully erect, even though I had already come twice.
We relaxed for half and hour and were then frog-marched to the bedroom. I was tied down face up on the large bed - spread-eagled and blindfolded, my favourite position. Tongues and hands were all over my body and three times I nearly came, stopped at the very last moment by Master Rob. I even felt a wet tongue up my butt hole, something that I had never done to me before. I guess that expert job was delivered by Achmed. I was in seventh heaven. At long last, Sven was told to make me cum and swallow my load. For the third time during that session I ejaculated - it felt absolutely superb.
We all had a shower, after which we were collared and cuffed again. A _c_o_c_k_ring was placed around our softened genitals. Both our collars and our _c_o_c_k_rings were connected with light chains. When we had all lined up again, our ankles connected through the leather cuffs and our hands tied on our backs, we were blindfolded. Then the doorbell rang. With the smell of food, a person also entered. "Wow, Rob, you've got a nice bunch of hot slaveboys lined up tonight", we heard someone saying. When Master Rob took our blindfolds off, we saw the person who had spoken: Giovanni, a hot Italian number in his early thirties, dressed in tight leather pants, white T-shirt and leather jacket. He walked around the four of us, looking at us and feeling every part of our bodies he was interested in. I was a bit scared in the beginning, but found out soon that the two older boys knew about this part of the game. Giovanni's actions made us hard in less than no time. He took his time inspecting us, while Master Rob laid the table. Our hands were untied again, but for the rest we remained connected while we ate our pizza and salad at the large round dinner table. The slaves were naked, apart from our collars, cuffs and _c_o_c_k_rings, while Giovanni and Rob were fully dressed. A glass of beer complemented the slaves' meal, whereas Master Rob and Giovanni had their wine. After the meal we were made to clean the table, wash the dishes and brush our teeth. Giovanni took Menno and Achmed to a bedroom, still chained together. He took the leather paddle with him when he left the living room, his two slaveboys in tow. I am not sure if he removed the chains before they went to sleep or not, but when they were brought in again for breakfast the next morning, they came in as they had been sent off, a big grin on their faces.
Sven and I were taken to Rob's bedroom and unchained there. While we underwent another physical inspection, we heard the sound of a leather paddle on bare flesh. I found out the next morning that it wasn't just Achmed who was exposed to a paddling, but that Menno also willingly offered his butt for a spanking. We served Master Rob well, without getting our arses beaten, and greatly enjoyed ourselves. For the second time in my life, I had something entering my butt hole - bigger than the first time, earlier that day, and it wasn't Sven's _c_o_c_k_! I was allowed to _f_u_c_k_ Sven, while he was tied and blindfolded. I wanked him and massaged his balls, while I slowly _f_u_c_k_ed his arse. Master Rob kissed him and played with his tits at the same time. Sven and I came at the same moment . It was a hot night, which I will never forget.
After breakfast, Rob took us back to where he had picked us up, wishing us all the best.
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