We no longer have "sex." My only purpose is to satisfy his sexual desires and if my Master deems it appropriate he will let me reach an orgasm as well... We have documented our arrangement on paper with me signing a slavery agreement giving all rights to my body to him to do so as he pleases and my total commitment to serve and satisfy him in any way he desires. We have a long set of rules that I must follow. My Master has none, I feel totally secure that he would never act in malice toward me. Knife's return smile was short and more of a grimace."Word is, they're going to go for your friend."Gary sat up straighter."Seriously?"Knife nodded."They haven't put any money together for a hit, least not that I've heard, but the club knows where he lives and anyone at that address is fair game. Even the girls. Hell, given what we know about them, especially the girls."Ken leaned back in his chair and tried to control his anger. Today could have been worse, but he was afraid to ask how."What. So while he was masturbating, I held his wrist that made him stop masturbating.Now he was so confused not knowing what to do and kept on looking at me. I then placed my right hand on his cock and started stroking it. He was still confused, I gave him a smile.Then I told him to be comfortable. I moved my head down to his cock, unzipped his pants and underwear completely, and began stroking it. He began moaning as I stroke his cock. As I licked his cock, he moaned, “Oh yeah baby.”I knew he was. He stopped sucking, held my cock in his hand and gently wanked me, then looked up, locking his eyes on mine “I want you to fuck my hole”. I nodded and somehow we shuffled around in the confined space until he was bent over the pan, bare cheeks in the air. Neither of us had any lube so I took a large glob of spittle and rubbed it over my cock head, adding to the pre-cum that was already oozing from my slit. Gently I leant forward, pulling his cheeks apart with my hands, until my cock was lined.