Master John’s Gay Boy Pet Slaves:3 - Sex Stories

Master John’s Gay Boy Pet Slaves:3

The stride into the market was a bit uncomfortable for Jimmy for when the magic butt-plug he had stuffed up his ass was turned off, it clearly was in a more aggressive state of mind and had enlarged itself to a fairly moderate circumference. The 18 year-old pet-slave took it in stride at his Masters command and waltzed into the market beside him. John ordered Jimmy to push a miniature basket in front of him and the two journeyed through the market. They were both legitimately shopping for supplies and covertly seeking the stud they followed into the market who flashed his big, hard cock at them minutes ago from his convertible. The young man seemed to vanish as the two meandered through the market picking up supplies when all of the sudden he was spotted at the meat counter. Master John and Jimmy sashayed up behind the mystery man unnoticed and casually stood behind him as he ordered to large logs of sausage from the meat man. When the man casually turned around and noticed Master John and Jimmy casually standing behind him, he was startled at first, but somehow sensed their sexual demeanor and he resumed what appeared to be a sexual agenda with them. “Dog food, bread, Vaseline and a cucumber,” the man commented on the Master’s cart contents, “what are you going to do with this?” the man asked as he boldly as he grabbed the cucumber out of the Master’s cart and waved it around. “It’s for our salad you see,” Master John quickly replied, “unless, you have any other ideas for ...

... it?” he quickly added with a shit-eating grin. “Have you ever tried a cucumber sandwich?” the stranger asked innocently. “Tell me more,” the Master quickly replied curiously. “It’s where you put cucumber between two hot buns,” he explained seductively. “Sounds delicious,” the Master replied, “Perhaps you’d like to share that with me and my boy at a party this evening,” he continued as he efficiently handed the young man a business card with contact information on it. “We’re not far from here and if it’s too far you’re welcome to spend the night,” Master John offered graciously as un-pretentious as he could. “Number Sixty-Nine!” the meat man yelled from behind the counter. “That’s me,” the mysterious young man declared as he handed the meat man his ticket. “It appears to be our lucky day,” Master John commented sarcastically. “Here you are Mr. Grant, just how you like them, big and fat,” the meat man told Charlie as he took the two, large, thick sausage meat logs from him. “You should bring those along to the party,” Master John suggested. “I think they may go good with cucumber sandwiches,” he added with a smile. “So there’ll be no sausage at the party?” Charlie Grant asked innocently. “Oh there’ll be plenty of sausage at the party,” Master John quickly responded sarcastically. “Just a lot of mouths to feed,” he added assuredly. “I see,” Charlie replied with a smirk. “I’ll think about it,” he added. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to use the rest room,” he concluded as he put his ...