Party for Nine.

- Hey, Nine!

- Yeah?

- Master says you need to take a crate of drinks to the terrace.

They already have drinks and I've been working at the kitchen all afternoon. It's not like they need the drinks, and it's not like they need me to take them. I know what this is.

He wants to show me off.

And of course I'm okay with it. Him being proud of me, enough to show me off to his guests, that's why I live for.

I take off my apron, get cleaned quickly with a damp cloth and look at myself in the mirror. Almost naked, wearing a tight, shiny brief that shows off nicely my bulge and with a zipper for easy access. Hard muscles, a nice coating of golden hair in my chest, shiny from sweating all afternoon in this kitchen. Damn I look good!

I pick the crate and go out to the garden carrying it over my shoulder with one arm. I have to look my best.

- And here he is!

Master is sitting at the terrace with his friends and they all raise their eyes to look at me. I hold the pose with the crate, flexing for them to show off my body. I know what they like and I give it to them.

- Guys, this is number nine. - he says.

Nine. That's my name. That's all they need to know: my name is a number and I have a hot body that is up for grabs.

The guy sitting next to Master fixes his eyes on me. He's a bearded muscle man in his mid forties, I think. This is the first time I see him in one of Master's parties.

- Well, fuck me. - he says with a smile. I don't think he's even blinking.

- You, come over here.

The man looks at me with frank admiration as I pose in front of him. I feel my cock get hard inside my briefs, pushing them forward. I love getting looked at like I'm a piece of meat.

- He's beautiful. - he says, and then turns to Master. - May I...?

Master smiles.

- Let's ask him. Listen, Nine, it's Paul's birthday today and this is his party. Do you want to be his present?

Master always ask as if I have a choice. As if he doesn't know he has the first, last and only word. Can I say no? Absolutely. Would I say no?

Never.

That's what we call obedience. He knows I belong to him and he knows if he asks me to let one of his friends use me, he only needs to ask once.

- Yes, Master.

Paul's smile gets wider and his hand goes up to grab my bulge. I get harder. Yes, I want to be his present. I try to stay quiet but I'm breathing harder, panting under his hands, and when he goes up and drags a nail over my chest I can't stop a moan.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Yes, please.

- Mind if we takes this to the bedroom? - says Paul without taking his eyes off me.

- Go ahead. - says Master with a soft laugh.  - It's your party.

I don't say anything. I already said yes before, now it's up to him how we do it. I'm his toy and he gets to decide how he uses me.

He's staying in one of the guest rooms at the second floor. They're all small but cozy, with a big bed taking most of the room because Master's slaves are always available for his guests.

Paul is already standing next to the bed and taking off his clothes. It's almost like his beard simply continues down his chest and his stomach, all the way down to his legs. He has more muscles than I expected when I saw him dressed. This is gonna be good.

- So, Nine. - he says. - Have any other name?

- Just Nine, Sir.

Yes, that's my name. That's my name. I had another one, but I gave it up when I decided to put myself under Master. I remember it but it has nothing to do with me, it's just kept in a box along with the rest of my past life, and I will only get it back if I ever decide to leave Master. While I'm here, I'm just Nine.

- Oh. - He knows it's not a faux pas, but almost. Then his eyes lit up with hunger and he closes the distance between us to kiss me. His hairy body feels great against my skin, the feeling of a man ready to use me.

He knows what he wants, and what he wants is my cock. He's pulling down the zipper to get it out, and then he looks down and grabs it and starts stroking it.

His own cock is soft and he's not touching it. That's my job. I try but he takes my hand off it right away.

- Don't bother. - He whispers on my ear. - All I want is here.

And he kneels to put my cock in his mouth.

Hunger, I said? He's starving for my cock. He's licking and swallowing it like he's been lost in the desert and my cock is a fresh spring. He knows it's his present and he's making the best of it.

And he's good.

This is supposed to be his present, but he's giving me one of the best blowjobs I've ever had. He knows how to find what I like and give it to me and I'm so close to lose control until I can't take it anymore.

I slide my hand behind his head and push a little, and he looks at me and smiles. He wants it. The way he wants to use me is... getting used by me.

And I give it to him.

I grab his head and thrust my hips, fucking his mouth and making him swallow all of my cock and he takes all I can give him and asks for more. He doesn't even have a gag reflex, I'm going as deep as I can and he's just taking it, and his throat feels tight and good and nice around me.

I'm so fucking glad I said yes. I know it's his pleasure what matters, but he's getting it through me. I'm serving him by making him serve me and it's just amazing. It's very rare that I get to be rough and I like it.

I could get sucked by him for hours and maybe I do. I don't know. I know we change positions multiple times. Him on his back with his head hanging out the bed and me going to town on him. Him on top of me. Me on top of him. I don't know how long it lasts, but I want it to last longer. I just love his mouth.

And then... then he asks me to fuck him. I'm already on fire, unleashed on him and giving it all to him, and now this? Fuck yes. Yes, please, Sir. I didn't even think I could get harder.

He gets on his back and raises his legs for me, showing me his hole. We have been playing with it a bit, but now that's the center of our game.

- Just one thing, Nine. - he says.

I look at him. I'm panting. I want to be inside him so badly. And then his eyes stare into mine and he says:

- Don't be gentle.

I can't take it anymore. I grab his legs and get inside him in a single movement and he almost shouts. He throws his head back, and he's exactly on the zone where pain and pleasure are all the same. I know that place, I've been there. I know how it feels and I know what your body wants when you're there.

I won't be gentle.

I push his legs up until he's bent in half and I fuck him as hard as I can. He's twitching and whimpering and he seems as out of control as I am. Right now we're both unable to stop, we're in this ride together until the end, pure animal instinct fucking pure sexual need.

He's loving it. His cock is getting hard for the first time ever and now I'm glad that all he wants is to get fucked because there's no way that would fit. It's massive, and yet all it does is bounce on his stomach with each of my thrusts. He's not touching it.

Damn, he's tight. He's grinding back against my cock, driving me deeper, deeper, fucking myself on my body and his ass is so tight and warm and I'm struggling not to cum. I can't cum before he does.

I'm fighting with all my strength, fighting this orgasm, trying to

hold on for him...

- Cum, Nine. Cum for me.

I lose.

I thrash wildly as I climax, emptying my balls inside his welcoming ass, and I feel him cum at the same time, as if my orgasm was the only thing he needed to go over the edge. He's not even touched his cock once and he's having and giving me one of the most powerful orgasms I've ever experienced.

I'm almost out of strength, and I fall on top of him, gasping for air. I feel dizzy. I feel like I almost can't move, but there's one more thing to do.

I clean up his chest with my tongue, taking all his cum in my mouth and then look at him with expectation. Does he want some of this? Yes? No? Yes.

Happy birthday, Paul.

We recover together in a sensual dance of slow kissing on his bed. There's no rush, I will be here all night and we know it. Maybe I will fuck him again later if I still have enough strength, because he wore me out. He's pure hunger and I just want to be eaten.

- This was great. I was wondering... maybe you would like to come with me, if I pay the price?

I know some guys do that. Master can sell them if they agree to, but...

- I'm sorry, Sir. I'm not for sale.

...but that's not me. One of the conditions when I became Master's slave is that I belong to him and him only. He can let other guys use me if he wants, but I'm still bound to him. And although I've probably never been more tempted, I know it would be hard to find the balance I get with Master. Not even with this man. I know he would never fuck me.

He pulls me closer and kisses me again.

- Well, that's a pity. But I get it.

And then, in the dark room while we both drift to sleep, two naked men that used each other the way both of us want to, I hear his last words.

- But I guess I could come here more often, if you would like to...

- Yes.

Yes, I would.