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I lay back on the bed, watching the sun set on the sea, through the french doors. There was a slight breeze, causing the curtains to billow and my nipples to tumesce. In the distance I could hear merriment and music, people preparing for a night's entertainment. I shifted my position, my arms held firm, my wrists cuffed to the bedposts. I looked down at my bare crotch. I loved my smooth mound. Where there used to be a cock and below that a scrotum filled with heavy balls, there was now a delightful void. Unlike my previous holiday I had no tan-line. We had found a perfect open-minded nude beach, having said that, the stares I got were nothing compared to the sensation caused by my over-endowed Master. He received plenty of offers of stimulation but I felt proud that he reserved that duty for me.
I squirmed a little more, tightening my sphincter muscles, I felt moist, lubricated, ready. The anticipation was excruciatingly pleasurable. I had prepared myself dutifully and been handcuffed to the bed and instructed to wait. I waited as the sun sank slowly into the horizon. My heart leapt as I heard the door open. My Master was back. I felt my ass open up instinctively at the hint of his presence. He stood at the end of the bed, silhouetted by the orange glow of the dying sun. He tore his t-shirt off revealing his strong chest, his trousers came down leaving him in his tightly packed briefs. I always loved to see his huge bulge admired. Little did the men and women who admired his package realise what it contained. He slowly inched the waist band down and one then two erect cocks sprung out. The contrast with my slim slender, sexless body was cast into starker relief with his superior version of maleness. Nobody could compare to my two cocked Master. Each cockhead leaked a little precum. I caught my breath when he joined me on the bed, kneeling between my legs which he held effortlessly high and wide. Wordlessly, I tilted my ass up to greet him and without using his hands popped his lower cock into my ass. He fucked me, slow at first, allowing his upper cock to rub my empty mound. I loved to be able to watch myself get fucked, a pleasure only available with the loss of my genitals. His upper cock, the one that used to belong to me was strained, I knew this cock intimately and since it was removed from me and attached to my master grew to love it even more. I marveled at its hardness, his shiny moist cock head, I wanted to touch it, hold it, masturbate it but my hands were restrained. Master eased out of my ass and allowed my old cock to fuck me. His lower cock rubbed up between my back and the bed. I loved to feel him so deep inside me, giving him pleasure. He lay down on top of me, his hard sweaty, muscly body against my smooth lean body. I was thankful for the millionth time to be bereft of genitals in danger of being crushed under his weight. He eased out of my ass and teased me, his two cocks kissing my wanting butthole. He looked into my eyes and his weight supported on his hands, held himself on top of me. Without use of his hands and displaying expert control of his two cocks, he brought them together and prodded my ass. He had opened me up from the thorough fucking and I tried to open up even more. Finally I popped and he sank his twin cocks deep into me, splitting me almost in two. There were red marks around my wrists from my thrashing against the handcuffs as he fucked me with passion and intensity. He was like a wild man, crushing me into the bed under the force of his thrusts. I took him all the way up, swallowing whole his double monsters. His four big balls pounded my ass, bruising me. Eventually he was ready for one orgasm and withdrew. I was bent double so he didn't have far to travel from my ass to my mouth. Incredibly he could keep one cock in my ass while he aimed the other to my mouth. His semen spilled down into my open mouth and I swallowed every drop of sperm made by balls that used to belong to me. He reinserted his spent cock alongside his other one and managed to bring it back to hardness from fucking me. He fucked me thoroughly again and again until his second cock needed relief. He took both out and held his first cock up as I deep throated his lower cock. He held firm, enjoying the contrast between my hot ass and my soothing throat. He inched down and started spasming, shaking my body as he unleashed his spunk down my throat, filling me up. He stayed inside until his lower cock had softened, his upper cock resting on my face. I relished my position between his two phalluses. Eventually he slipped out and uncuffed me, it was time for our shower. I lathered him up and washed attentively his whole body, paying special attention to his balls and cocks. He motioned me to squat and put his lower cock in my mouth. He took it slow and peed into me. I took the opportunity to pee also, it was as if he was peeing through me. I swallowed every drop and peed a similar amount. While I was down there he took the opportunity to substitute his upper cock, now fully erect into my mouth and as the shower pounded us both, he allowed me to bring him to orgasm, swallowing his delicious seed. I jacked his lower cock while I sucked and as soon as he had finished ejaculating into my mouth his other cock was ready for attention. Again, he was mindful of my comfort and didn't hold back but allowed me to pleasure him to completion, digesting my fourth helping of the dusk. I towelled him off and dried myself, we hugged and I loved the feeling of him against me. I knew what he would instruct me to do, so I walked back to the bed, lay one it and raised my arms to the posts. He kissed my forehead as he fastened me to the bed again. I was content to relive our fucking over and over in my head as he got dressed. I didn't know at what time he would be back, but from the moment I heard the door click at his departure I was eagerly looking forward to his return. .
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