Elias gladly set a pace for the other, since he was begging so cutely. It was getting hard to humiliate James. He liked it all too much. Still, that made some very fun memories for Elias. And a willing slave could work very well too.

James panted as he was fucked, moving his hips with with each thrust, and pushing his bottom back, making sure he took it all. He moaned, and tilted his head, "Am I allowed to cum," He asked, already hard and desperate.

Elias grinned. "You're just going to cum all over this barkeep's nice floor? I don't think so." He looked around. He would have to find something to deal with James coming. Then he had a brilliant idea. He had the barkeep get him a glass. "See this? You can use this," he instructed. He held it in place for the other, and stroked him with the other hand.

He moaned and panted from the fucking, and shivered as he came in the glass. "Mmm," He said with relief as his sweet hole was fucked nice and deep.

Elias gladly filled the other's hole, his cock being milked during the other's orgasm. He looked around, seeing several guys very interested, some with hands in their pants. He flashed them a grin. "Well? Drink up," he ordered , handing the other the glass.

He reached for the glass, before pausing as one of the guys walked up. "Hey, before you give him that glass, me and some of the guys were wondering. Since there is only a little spurt in that glass now, and its such a big cup, if it would be ok if we fill it up with some more, milk." He said with a smirk.

Elias looked considering. "Certainly, go right ahead." He didn't bother consulting James. That was part of being a slave. Plus he trusted that these patrons were all clean.

They grinned, and began to stroke, passing the cup around to all thirty guys, filling it up to near the edge, as they jerked off to the idea of the slut drinking the cum of all of them. The first guy smiled and handed the glass to Elias and said, "Make sure he drinks every drop." It was far too full to drink in one swallow.

James turned red, finding it to be a little gross.

Elias passed the glass to James. "Well? You heard the man. These guys were nice enough to give you a nice drink. The only polite thing to do is drink it all." He coaxed. James could brush his teeth when they got back home.

James blushed and took the glass, noticing how warm it was. He then leaned it over his mouth, swallowing a mouthful of it, before stopping, having smeared a good amount all over his lips and cheekbones.