Author: admin

Note: Hi readers! Thanks for the feedback on the previous chapters! This is my first story I posted on the site. Sorry for the extremely slow burn, still learning to pace a story. This chapter is a bit longer, but it’s what you’ve all been waiting for. Hope you enjoy! 🙂

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Let Me Burn

Isaiah stood in the nave of the chapel, barefoot, breathless, cloaked only in candlelight. The air was thick with incense and heat, as if the walls themselves had begun to sweat. The stained glass behind the altar glowed with unnatural color, bathing the pewless floor in red and gold.

And there, on the altar steps, knelt his father. Thaddeus. Naked. Utterly, terribly exposed.

His body was carved in chiaroscuro, shoulders broad as doors, chest thick and heaving, thighs parted in supplication. His back bore the ghosts of welts, fading into flesh. Blood had dried in the grooves of his spine like wine down marble.

He looked upward. Not at God. At Isaiah.

His father mouthed something but no sound came out. Isaiah trembled.

His eyes trailed a little left of the altar. A tall narrow mirror, framed in wrought iron, misted with breath that wasn’t his own, rippled his reflection and he realized that he too was naked.

His own eyes stared back, gray-blue and glowing faintly. His body shone like pale marble in the warm candlelight. He was tall, but not as tall as Thaddeus. His chest rose with shallow breath, muscles lean. The long neck, the delicate jaw. A mouth slightly parted. The soft plane of the stomach tapering into hips no cassock could cleanse.. He was built not with strength, but with grace. Beautiful and arresting.

His heart beat so hard that it pounded in his chest. He tried to cover himself, but the moment he lifted his hands, Thaddeus reached for him.

Not to push him away.

To cradle.

To worship.

Isaiah’s eyes darted back to the mirror. Far behind his reflection, in the deep of the mirror’s shadow, a figure stood. So distant it might’ve been part of the dark. But he felt it. The presence.

He quickly turned. And there, in the corner of the chapel’s apse, stood something. Watching. Its body was like a man’s, but wrong in every contour. Flesh dark and slick like oil. Its shoulders were massive, hunched, wings dragging the floor behind it like heavy robes. The face was blackened by shadow, angular.

The figure leaned forward, extending one hand. Long, clawed, delicate.

“Do you not wonder what makes you holy to him?”

Isaiah looked back to Thaddeus, who had lowered his face to the floor. His hand reached forward, his own volition, or not, he did not know. Only that he must.

“Touch him,” 

Said the figure, voice woven like scripture in reverse, 

“And know what power your body holds. Not beauty. Not youth. But hunger. The kind that sanctifies… and devours.”

“You are not temptation, little lamb.”

“You are the altar.”

Isaiah’s fingers grazed Thaddeus’s shoulder, trembling.

And then—

 

He woke.

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The room was dim, heavy with the scent of cold ash and sleep. Sweat clung to his chest in a film. The blanket had twisted around his legs.

There was someone at the door. His father stood at the threshold of Isaiah’s room, brow furrowed.

“Isaiah,” he said, low but firm. The boy did not stir. Black curls clung to his forehead. One arm had fallen limply over the edge of the bed, fingers curled like ivy. Thaddeus stepped inside, half-shadowed, his body blocking the spill of light from the hall. He wore only his dark clerical shirt, sleeves rolled back. His hair was damp, as though freshly washed, the scent of pine and iron wafting in with him.

“You overslept,” Thaddeus said. The priest’s voice had softened.  He looked Isaiah over. “You look pale, boy,” he said. “Sickly. Are you ill?” Isaiah wiped at his brow. “Just… a dream.”

Thaddeus nodded slowly. His eyes dropped to the small nightstand, where something familiar lay.

The wooden crucifix he had carved years ago, by his own hand. A gift from long before they knew what they would become to one another. 

He said nothing.

Thaddeus turned. “Come down when you’re ready. I must go to the village this morning. You’ll be alone.”

Isaiah nodded, and Thaddeus stepped out.

Only once the door clicked shut did Isaiah throw back the sheets, revealing the stiff curve of his arousal pressing hard against the thin linen of his nightclothes. His cock stood thick, flushed, twitching faintly with each pulse of blood.

He exhaled, shaky.

The dream’s heat lingered.

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Downstairs, the priest was fastening his coat, broad hands adjusting the buttons with careful force. His frame was massive, almost too large for the coat’s stitching.

“I’ll be some time,” he said. “The supplies I ordered have arrived. Salt, oil, linens. Tools for the north wall.”

Isaiah hovered at the foot of the stairs, watching him. Something twisted in his gut. And then it struck him.

He had not seen a single villager inside the chapel.

Not once.
Not in passing, not in prayer.
No footsteps on the stone floor but their own.
No candles lit but Thaddeus’s hand.
No bodies in the pews.

The thought coiled cold and strange in the base of his spine.

“I want to come,” he said, voice firmer than expected.

Thaddeus’s brow furrowed. “To the village?”

“I’ve not met anyone since arriving.”

Thaddeus’s jaw tensed.

“I live here now,” Isaiah continued. “Shouldn’t I know the people?”

“You should not take what they say at face value,” Thaddeus warned. “They are… wary. Prone to fear..”

A long pause.

Then a slow nod.

“Very well.”

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The walk to the village took ten minutes. The road narrowed beneath frost-covered birch trees, the air sharp with coming snow.

They walked in silence.

Only the crunch of boots and the rustle of wind.

“I saw the crucifix,” Thaddeus said at last.

Isaiah glanced up.

“You still keep it.”

Isaiah nodded. “Always.”

“Why?”

Isaiah shrugged, then murmured, “Because I believed there was something good in you once.”

Thaddeus did not answer.

They walked on.

After a stretch of silence, the priest spoke again, quieter this time. His pale eyes pinned Isaiah with quiet, unreadable intensity.

“You took my shirt.”

Isaiah stiffened. “I… it was stained. I meant to clean it.”

Thaddeus said nothing for a moment.

“You were in my room.”

Isaiah looked away. “I worry for you,” Isaiah said quickly. “You punish yourself. I can’t… watch you destroy yourself and do nothing.”

Thaddeus stopped walking, and Isaiah turned to face him.

“You shouldn’t be in my chambers.”

“Then keep your doors locked.”

Their eyes met.

For a moment, only breath between them.

“I didn’t mean harm,” Isaiah added, voice soft. “I wanted to help.”

Thaddeus looked at him. Hard. Searching.

“Why?” he asked.

Isaiah swallowed. “Because I see you.”

A silence followed, deep and full.

Thaddeus’s jaw shifted. “You see me,” he murmured, “but you will not follow the path of the Lord.”

Isaiah’s throat tightened. “The path you follow… leads to suffering.”

“I suffer so that others might be spared.”

Isaiah stepped closer, voice low. “And who suffers for you?”

That made something falter in Thaddeus’s gaze. The priest looked away, but not for long. He reached out, slowly, and touched Isaiah’s jaw. The callused pad of his thumb brushed just under his chin. A gentle, devastating contact.

“But you do not repent.”

Isaiah’s breath caught.

“You would pull me from the fire,” Thaddeus said, “only to burn with me.” 

Thaddeus stepped closer. The space between them narrowed to nothing. His chest rose, slowly, deeply and restrained.

And then—

He stepped back.

The cold air rushed in between them like breath after drowning.

“Come, boy,” he said, voice returned to form. “We are nearly at the village.”

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The village unfolded from the trees like a secret unwrapped too quickly—its crooked rooftops kissed by chimney smoke, its stone paths dappled with frost. Laughter drifted on the wind. A woman’s voice rang out near the well. Children dashed past bundled legs, cheeks flushed pink with cold.

It was alive.

Until they arrived.

As soon as Thaddeus and Isaiah crossed the boundary stone near the first cottage, the air seemed to shift.

The laughter stopped.
Voices fell to hush.
Smiles faded.

Eyes turned toward them. Quick glances. Lingering stares. A murmur behind a window shutter. The butcher’s boy, who had been chasing a hoop down the lane, let it roll from his fingers as he backed away.

Isaiah saw it all. The way the warmth drained from the villagers’ faces, how they turned from open-hearted to shuttered in a breath.

He stepped slightly behind Thaddeus without meaning to.

The priest said nothing.

He moved forward through the change in atmosphere with practiced indifference, like a storm parting reeds. The villagers made way. Not out of reverence.

Out of fear.

And perhaps something else.

Thaddeus went to the merchant’s stall with the deliberate calm of a man used to being watched.

Isaiah lingered at the edge of the square, eyes scanning faces. He turned toward a knot of villagers standing near a cart of boiled turnips. Three of them: two women and a man. They stood close together, speaking in hushed tones before they noticed him. The moment he approached, their voices ceased.

He offered a tentative smile. “Good morning.”

They nodded, cautiously. One woman gave a polite murmur. The man said nothing.

“I’ve just arrived in Black Hollow,” Isaiah said. “I’m staying at the rectory, with Father Vale.”

The name changed the air. The woman on the left crossed her arms. The man shifted his weight like a horse scenting thunder.

“I was hoping to ask you about the chapel,” Isaiah continued. “I’ve been there almost a week and haven’t seen anyone attend mass.”

The second woman, older and stiff-spined, narrowed her eyes. “We pray in our homes.”

“Why?” Isaiah asked.

“Because the chapel is his,” the man said flatly.

Isaiah blinked. “He’s a priest.”

“And priests are men,” the first woman added, “until they’re not.”

Isaiah frowned. “What does that mean?”

The man leaned forward just slightly. His teeth were stained. “It means there are things in that chapel that kneel for no God.”

Isaiah’s skin prickled.

“You speak like you fear him,” he said.

“We do not fear him,” the old woman said. “We fear what comes with him.”

They turned away.

Just like that. Conversation over.

Isaiah wandered through the square once more, the earlier conversation with the villagers pressing at the corners of his thoughts. His breath hung in the morning air, and the scent of firewood and cider clung to the breeze.

He felt eyes on him.

Across the way, near a cart of dyed wool and old iron tools, a young man leaned lazily against the low wall of the apothecary. His auburn hair caught the gray light, and his coat hung open to reveal a well-fitted shirt, slightly threadbare at the cuffs. He looked older than Isaiah, but not by much. Perhaps twenty-three. His face bore the kind of beauty that made one forget the cold: olive-toned skin, a sharp jaw softened by a quiet smile, and brown eyes that glinted beneath heavy lashes.

He was watching Isaiah.

When their eyes met, the man didn’t look away.

Isaiah blushed, immediately dropping his gaze, then, with a breath he hadn’t meant to hold, he dared glance back.

The man was still watching.

And smiling.

Isaiah’s feet moved before he gave them permission. He stepped toward him, cautious but drawn forward as if by thread.

“Hello,” he said, his voice gentler than intended. “I don’t think we’ve met.”

The man stood straighter, brushing his hands on his coat. “We haven’t. I would’ve remembered.”

Isaiah’s blush deepened.

“I’m Isaiah.”

“Alek,” the man replied, offering his hand. His grip was warm, confident, the kind that lingered. “You’re the priest’s son.”

Isaiah blinked. “You knew?”

“This is a small place. New faces don’t stay unnoticed.”

There was no judgment in his tone. Only something curious… maybe even kind.

“I haven’t seen you at the chapel,” Isaiah said.

Alek looked toward the chapel spire visible through the trees, then shrugged. “I haven’t been since I was a boy.”

“Why?”

Alek tilted his head. “Because I don’t believe the same things Father Vale does. And I don’t think I need a cold stone room to know right from wrong.”

Isaiah found himself smiling. “I don’t think I do either. I believe people should be free… not judged for who they are. What they feel.”

Alek’s eyes softened. “That’s not a sermon I’ve heard in this town before.”

“Maybe it should be.”

The silence between them felt… full. Not awkward. But aware.

Alek’s gaze drifted down Isaiah’s frame for just a moment before he looked back up.

“I like that coat,” he said.

Isaiah flushed. “Oh- thank you. It was my mother’s, actually.”

“It suits you,” Alek murmured. And then, as though the motion were natural, his hand lifted, gentle, hesitant, and brushed lightly against Isaiah’s side, just beneath the edge of his coat. The contact was brief but unmistakable.

Isaiah froze.

Not in fear.

In… longing.

The hand withdrew just as the voice came.

“Isaiah.”

The name struck the square like a bell.

Thaddeus stood several paces away, arms burdened with supplies he did not need help carrying. His grey eyes were fixed not on Isaiah, but on Alek’s hand.

“Come. Help me.”

Isaiah swallowed and stepped back, guilt blooming in his chest though he had done nothing.

Alek leaned in slightly before he left. His voice low, near his ear.

“Be careful with him,” he said. “The people here… we don’t fear God half as much as we fear the way your father speaks for Him.”

Isaiah turned, brows drawn. “What do you mean?”

Alek’s gaze flicked toward the chapel, then back.

“There’s something in him. Something cold. Like the faith got twisted up in his bones, turned rigid… cruel. It’s not holiness we feel when he walks by—it’s something else. Something darker.”

His hand brushed Isaiah’s coat again, just lightly. Then he stepped back, voice still soft:

“Just promise me you’ll remember what your own heart tells you. Not just his voice in your ear.”

“Come now, boy,” Thaddeus growled, not waiting for Isaiah to catch up.

Isaiah hesitated, stealing one last glance over his shoulder. Alek still stood by the square’s edge, his eyes fixed on him with worry.

Isaiah gave a small wave.

Alek didn’t return it. Only watched.

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The walk back to the rectory was steep and stifling. Mist had begun to rise from the earth again, curling low around the trees like smoke from some unseen pyre.

Thaddeus strode ahead at first, but slowed when the path narrowed, forcing them side by side.

“You’ve grown quiet,” he said.

Isaiah shrugged. “Just tired.”

“Of what?”

“That’s a longer answer than you’ll like.”

Thaddeus grunted. The sound meant try me.

A long pause stretched between them, filled by the hush of wind through damp branches.

At last, Thaddeus asked, “Was your life better with your mother?”

Isaiah’s jaw tightened. “It was different. Quieter. She kept me busy. Taught me how to keep the house, how to read.”

“And your companions? Did you keep the company of boys your age?”

Isaiah’s glance was sharp. “Not the kind you’d approve of.”

Thaddeus stopped. Just for a moment. But his breath caught.

“You never took a wife?”

Isaiah smiled, bitter. “No.”

“Do you intend to?”

He turned to face his father fully. “Not everyone is meant for marriage.”

“Some are meant for ruin,” Thaddeus said flatly. “Like that boy you were talking to.”

Isaiah stopped walking. “Alek.”

“Don’t speak his name.”

“Why not?”

“He’s known in the village. He’s corrupt. Weak. His desires are unnatural.”

Isaiah’s voice rose. “And what would you know of desire?”

Thaddeus turned, jaw tight. “Enough to know where it leads. To shame. To fire.”

“The villagers said things about you,” Isaiah pressed, stepping forward. “They said you lost your way. That your prayers are for show. That your God is silent because you serve something else.”

Thaddeus stepped close. Their chests nearly touched. “Be careful, Isaiah.”

Isaiah held his ground. “Why do they say those things, Father? What did you do?”

“I have spent every year resisting,” Thaddeus snarled. “While the village festers with rot. That boy you fawned over. He is a sodomite.”

“So what if he is?” Isaiah snapped. “Is that enough to cast a man aside? To hate him?”

“You defend him too quickly. Are you the same? Are you a homosexual too, Isaiah?”

The word struck the air like a lash.

Isaiah’s throat went dry.

“You should be honest,” Thaddeus pressed. “Do you feel the same filth in your blood that he does?”

Isaiah’s lips parted, but he said nothing. His silence was answer enough. Thaddeus’s jaw clenched. His breath came hard through his nose.

“You are mine,” he hissed. “Mine to protect. Mine to discipline.”

The word mine echoed in the air, dense with heat. Isaiah’s eyes searched his. “And what does that mean, Father? What do you want to do to me so badly you shake with it?” They stood in the shadow of the trees now. Fog curling around their legs. No more path, only loam and silence. Thaddeus moved first. He gripped Isaiah’s collar. Not to choke, not to strike. To drag him forward.

Their mouths collided. No grace. No preparation. Just fire.

Isaiah moaned into it. Thaddeus’s hand gripped the back of his neck, the other already pawing at his coat. He yanked it down, shoved it off his shoulders.

“You feel guilt?” Thaddeus whispered against his mouth.

“Yes,” Isaiah gasped.

Thaddeus’s hand slipped to his chest, undoing buttons, exposing skin. “But you do not repent.”

“No.”

Their eyes met. And then Isaiah was shoved hard against a tree.

Hands. Mouth. Teeth. Cloth torn in haste.

Thaddeus sank to his knees, biting at Isaiah’s hip, his thighs. He mouthed over the boy’s cock through the thin cloth, then pulled it free. It was hard, flushed, weeping.

“You’re wicked,” the priest whispered.

Isaiah’s fingers clawed his shoulders. “So make me holy.”

Thaddeus devoured him.

He held Isaiah’s hips firm with both hands, arms thick as stone columns, and dragged his tongue slow along the length of him, savoring the taste like sacrament. The younger man bucked, cried out. The sound was swallowed by the trees, buried in the fog. Thaddeus pulled back. His stubble scraped along Isaiah’s skin.

“You smell like temptation.”

“And you smell like fire,” Isaiah whispered.

With a grunt, Thaddeus rose, towering over him. The bulk of his body pressed close. His shirt half-open, chest heaving. Wide shoulders framed the younger man like a wall. He turned Isaiah to the tree, lifted his leg, exposed him.

“Do you know why you tempt me?” he growled, cock pressed thick against Isaiah’s cleft, teasing.

Isaiah nodded, shivering. “Because you want to be tempted.”

Thaddeus’s breath was ragged, nostrils flaring, chest rising and falling with each strained inhale. The cold did not seem to touch him. Sweat still clung to his skin in a sheen that caught the fog-filtered light. His body towered above Isaiah, broad and monstrous with restraint, his shirt half undone, soaked through in parts, revealing the thatch of dark hair across his chest that trailed downward to his stomach in a thick line.

Each muscle was carved, brutal in shape and function. His shoulders were massive, deltoids straining with power beneath the soaked linen. His arms, thick and veined, held the weight of years of penance and labor, every movement slow and deliberate, as if reining in a force that might crack the world if unleashed. His forearms flexed as he gripped Isaiah’s wrists, not cruelly, but with ownership. The hair on his arms was dark, curling slightly, wet with mist and sweat. The scent of him, arth, fire, and musk, rolled off his skin in waves.

And below, pressed firm against the wool of his trousers, was the unmistakable outline of his cock. Long, thick, and obscenely hard. It strained against the fabric like a beast caged. Even before Isaiah looked directly, he felt it: the heat, the throb, the weight of it grazing his thigh as Thaddeus pinned him against the tree. When he dared glance down, his breath caught.

It was monstrous.

A heavy bulge that curved slightly to the left, the shape clear even beneath the coarse black cloth. The girth alone made Isaiah’s stomach tighten. A thickness that could not be grasped with one hand. The head was broad, blunt, crowned and pulsing, outlined with maddening clarity as Thaddeus’s hips pressed flush to his own.

Thaddeus growled low in his throat, a sound more beast than man. He pressed harder, grinding the length of his cock against Isaiah’s belly through their clothes. “Do you feel that?” he whispered, voice trembling with fury and hunger. “You did this to me.”

Isaiah’s lips parted. His hands braced against Thaddeus’s chest, fingers splayed across the sweat-slick, furred skin. The priest’s pecs were massive like iron under flesh, each one twitching under his palms. His chest hair was dense, soft in parts, coarse in others, tapering toward his navel where it thickened and disappeared beneath his waistband.

“Say it,” Thaddeus snarled, pinning Isaiah’s wrists above his head with one hand. “Say you want it.”

Isaiah gasped, head tilted back against the bark, lips parted. The mist around them thickened, heat from their bodies rising into it like smoke.

“I want it,” he breathed. “I want you.”

Thaddeus moved fast. Too fast. He lifted Isaiah bodily, pressing him against the tree, letting the weight of his own bulk pin the boy in place. Isaiah’s legs wrapped around him instinctively, his own cock hard and leaking through the thin fabric of his trousers.

The priest’s hand fumbled at his belt, then tore the front of his trousers open. His cock sprang free. It jutted upward with an impossible weight, veins curling along its length like chains. The foreskin clung to the crown just slightly, wet with precome, the slit already beading. It throbbed in time with his heartbeat.

Isaiah moaned.

Thaddeus didn’t enter him yet. He pressed that monstrous shaft against Isaiah’s belly, dragging the heat and hardness of it up the boy’s trembling abdomen, smearing his skin with the slick wetness at the head. “You don’t know what you ask for,” he growled. “You don’t know what I am.”

Isaiah whimpered. “Then show me.”

The world had narrowed to sweat and heat and sin. To the weight of a priest’s cock dragging along a boy’s bare stomach. To the tremble in Isaiah’s thighs. To the breath they shared.

To the moment before flesh yielded to flesh.

Thaddeus entered him slowly yet relentlessly.

Isaiah arched back, gasping, the stretch tearing a moan from his throat.

The priest fucked him against the tree, both hands gripping his hips like they were handles on salvation. His thighs slammed against Isaiah’s, his rhythm violent, devout.

Isaiah clung to bark and breath. “Harder,” he whispered. “Don’t stop.”

“You were made for sin,” Thaddeus breathed into his ear. “And I was made to burn with you.”

Their bodies moved like liturgy. Like ritual. Not gentle. Not cruel. Necessary. When it ended, they were both shaking. Cum slick between them. Sweat cooling in the fog. Thaddeus collapsed beside him, panting. Isaiah blinked, his eyes still unfocused.

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They collapsed into the soft moss, their bodies drenched in sweat and spent desire. Thaddeus held Isaiah against him, chest rising and falling in ragged gasps, his great arms wrapped tightly around the boy’s slender frame. Steam rose from their bodies where the heat met the cool forest air. The fog clung to them like breath, thick and curling.

Isaiah’s limbs trembled with exhaustion. His breath slowed. His mind flickered on the edge of sleep. He felt safe, or something like it, held in the arms of the man who had just taken him apart and pieced him back together with heat and shame and something dangerously close to love.

But just as his eyes began to close, something stirred.

The fog shifted.

Through the silver veil, Isaiah saw it. His vision was blurry, but there was no mistaking it. A figure. A shadow moving just beyond the trees.

Its shape was all wrong. Too tall. Too big. Horns curled from its head. Vast wings arched behind it, dragging the mist in currents. 

Isaiah’s heart thudded once. He blinked.

The thing stepped closer.

Its face was a blur, but the feeling was the same as in the dream.

Isaiah tried to sit up, but his body would not obey. His vision swam. The fog thickened.

The last thing he saw was the outline of its hand reaching toward him, long fingers stretched in greeting or claim.

Then darkness took him.

 

To be continued…

Pinned and Trembling

© Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica

Randy sat on his couch, one leg stretched out, phone loose in his hand.

The bar’s heat had long cooled from his skin, but his mind was still sharp, turning over the night, the small, telling details, Liam’s flushed face, his desperate little half-laughs, the way his body had strained under the table and then again on the street, silently begging to be taken home.

Randy smirked faintly.

He unlocked his phone and typed, fingers moving with calm precision.

Don’t jerk off tonight.

He waited, eyes flicking to the timestamp as the message delivered. He pictured Liam’s face when the notification lit up, the way his heart would jump, the way his breath would catch.

Another message, slow and deliberate.

Or tomorrow. Or the next day. Not until you hear from me. If you want to see me again.

Randy set the phone on the armrest, leaning back slightly, one hand resting across his stomach. He exhaled slowly, the faint grin still tugging at his mouth.

He didn’t need Liam’s reply. He didn’t need any promises or reassurances.

He knew exactly where Liam was right now: wide-eyed, breathless, cock hard and twitching under the covers, skin humming with restless, frustrated arousal.

Good.

Randy picked up the phone again for the final note.

Goodnight, Liam.

He powered off the screen, dropping the phone onto the couch cushion beside him, and closed his eyes briefly, stretching his arms back behind his head.

There was no rush.

Letting Liam sit in that tension, in that edged-out hunger, was part of the point, part of finding out what kind of boy he really was.

Randy’s grin deepened faintly as he settled back, the cool satisfaction of control washing over him like fresh water.

He’d hear from Liam soon enough.

Randy shifted on the couch, letting his head fall back, eyes slipping half-shut. His hand slid down absently to the waistband of his sweats, fingers curling just under the fabric, not rushed, not needy.

Liam wasn’t allowed to get off tonight, but that didn’t mean Randy couldn’t..

The image of Liam was fast in Randy’s mind.

It pressed against the back of his thoughts, hot and insistent: Liam’s flushed face at the bar, the way his thighs had squeezed together under the table, the helpless little breathy please as Randy’s foot stayed firm against him. The weight of that arousal still clung to Randy’s skin, simmering just under the surface, too sharp, too charged to ignore.

Randy exhaled slowly, fingers sliding deeper, wrapping around his cock, stroking once, twice — slow, controlled, letting the tension build deliberately.

He let his mind drift forward, shaping the next time.

Liam on his knees, hands bound behind his back, head tilted up, mouth parted, eyes dark and wide with need. Randy pressing the tip of his cock just against Liam’s lips, not giving it, not yet,  just watching him quiver there, mouth open, breath shuddering, waiting for the command.

Randy’s hand tightened slightly, a soft grunt slipping from his throat.

He imagined Liam bent forward on the bed, wrists bound, hips lifted, his pale skin marked faintly red where Randy’s hands had gripped too hard. Liam gasping, moaning, the kind of raw, honest sound you couldn’t fake when you were being fucked to the edge and pulled back again, and again.

Randy stroked a little faster now, his breath sharp and steady, his jaw tight.

Or maybe, maybe next time, he wouldn’t give Liam that satisfaction at all.

Maybe he’d take him to the brink, drag him right there, trembling and desperate, and then pull away, leaving him untouched, unsatisfied, shuddering with the kind of need that only deepened every time it was denied.

Randy’s breath hitched softly, his cock twitching hard in his grip.

Not yet.

He wanted to savor it.

Randy’s hand slowed, grip tightening just slightly as a sharper, darker thought coiled through his mind.

Maybe next time…

Maybe he wouldn’t fuck Liam at all.

Maybe he’d let the boy undress, kneel, offer himself, all flushed skin and eager eyes, body humming with need — and then leave him untouched.

No cock in his mouth, not in his ass either, no weight pressing him down.

Just Randy’s calm, steady gaze, watching Liam squirm and tremble under the pressure of being wanted but not taken.

Randy let out a slow, low exhale, his hand stroking again, deliberate, controlled, his cock twitching hard in his grip.

He could picture it so clearly: Liam on his knees by the bed, shoulders tightening, thighs pressing together, cock standing hard and red between his legs, his breath shaky as Randy circled him, watching, murmuring soft, sharp little comments just to hear the boy whimper.

You look so desperate right now.
Did you think you were going to get fucked tonight?
No, Liam. Not yet.

Randy’s head tipped back, his breath catching as the final wave crested.

With one last, rough stroke, he came hard, a low grunt slipping from his throat as his cock pulsed hot and fast in his hand, his body jerking faintly under the sharp pull of release.

He stayed there a moment, chest rising and falling, hand resting lazily over his stomach, the rush of pleasure fading slow and sure through his limbs.

A faint, satisfied grin tugged at his mouth.

There were a lot of ways to break a boy down.

Randy stood, stretching lazily, then padded to the bathroom. He ran warm water over his hands, wiping himself clean with a towel, his reflection sharp and composed in the mirror.

He didn’t rush. He dried his hands, rolled his shoulders once, then wandered back, picking  up his phone with a faint smirk still tugging at the corner of his mouth.

He thumbed open a thread he hadn’t touched in days.

Randy: Think I might’ve found one worth keeping.

It took less than a minute for the reply to light up the screen.

Sean: You always say that early.

Randy chuckled softly, shaking his head.

Randy: Not like the others.

A pause.

Sean: Sure you’re not just high on the chase?

Randy’s mouth curved, eyes glinting faintly.

Randy: Maybe. But I don’t think so.

The reply came back fast.

Sean: Well, shit; I’m rooting for you either way. Congrats, man. Keep me posted.

Randy leaned back into the couch, phone loose in his fingers, a faint hum of satisfaction making his nerves buzz.

He wasn’t making promises. Not yet.

But something about Liam, the way the boy bent, the way he held under pressure, felt different.

Randy set his phone down, flicked off the living room light, and moved to the bedroom.

The night wrapped around him quietly as he slid between the sheets, exhaling slowly, his body heavy with release, his mind still humming faintly.

It didn’t take long for sleep to pull him under.

And when it did —

He was back in the lecture hall.

Liam sat two rows ahead, the same tilt of his shoulders, the same nervy little flick of his pen against the tablet. His hair was mussed just slightly, like someone had run a hand through it too roughly.

Randy sat behind him, calm, sharp, eyes steady.

The room was full, classmates chatting softly, flipping through notes. The professor’s voice droned faintly at the front.

But Randy didn’t hear a word.

He watched Liam shift in his seat, watched the flush creeping up his neck, the stiff, telltale tension in his shoulders.

Because under the desk, Liam’s hands were clasped tightly in his lap. His legs pressed faintly together, thighs trembling just a little.

Randy leaned forward slightly, letting the ghost of a smirk tug at his mouth.

He knew exactly what was happening.

He’d told Liam not to jerk off. Not to even touch himself. Not to think about cumming without permission. And here Liam was, sitting obediently in class, trying to keep his mind sharp, his face cool, while his cock throbbed helplessly in his jeans, trapped, unsatisfied, aching.

Randy imagined slipping down the row behind him, sliding into the seat next to Liam, leaning in close, close enough for his breath to stir the shell of Liam’s ear.

“Hard right now?” Randy murmured in the dream, soft, low.

Liam’s breath hitched, his thighs pressing tighter, his hand twitching faintly under the desk.

Randy’s grin sharpened.

“Thought so.”

In the dream, Randy leaned in even closer, his mouth nearly brushing Liam’s ear, his voice soft enough that no one else could hear, but sharp enough to cut straight through Liam’s fragile composure.

“Don’t squirm, Liam.”

Liam’s back stiffened, his breath shuddering faintly. His classmates chatted casually on either side, oblivious, flipping through their lecture notes, half-listening to the professor drone on about cardiac risk factors.

But Liam sat frozen, his thighs pressed tight, his fingers clenched hard under the desk. His cock pulsed thick and aching in his jeans, every tiny movement sending sparks of need up his spine.

Randy smirked faintly.

“Poor thing,” he murmured, voice curling low into Liam’s ear, “all hard and nowhere to go.”

Liam let out the tiniest, broken sound — barely a breath, barely a noise.

Randy chuckled softly.

“Careful,” he murmured. “Wouldn’t want them to notice.”

Liam’s face flushed deep, his breath quickening, his hands trembling slightly under the table.

Randy let the words stretch, let the silence grow heavy around them.

Then, still in the dream, he leaned just a little closer.

“Undo your jeans.”

Liam’s eyes went wide, his chest heaving in shallow little pulls.

“I said…” Randy murmured, smiling, “undo them.”

Liam’s hands fumbled under the desk, trembling, breath coming harder, the faintest click of his button slipping open, the drag of his zipper lowering slowly, carefully.

Dream Randy’s grin widened.

“Good boy.”

Liam sat there, shaking faintly, his cock straining against the thin barrier of his underwear, his face bright red, every muscle locked tight to keep from betraying himself.

Randy’s grin deepened faintly in the dream as he watched Liam’s trembling fingers fumble at the button of his jeans.

Why?

Not because Randy wanted to see what was underneath.

But to see how Liam looked when he exposed himself, to see how he looked when he opened himself up — mentally.

To watch the tension ripple through his body, to see if Liam could sit there, pants undone, cock straining, surrounded by classmates, and still hold steady.

It was the next layer of surrender: not just obeying in private, but trusting Randy enough to obey where he was most exposed, most raw, most on edge.

Randy leaned in, his breath hot at Liam’s ear, voice smooth.

“Keep your hands on the table now. Don’t adjust yourself.”

Liam’s thighs quivered faintly, his breath hitching hard. His hands rose shakily, fingers curling into white-knuckled fists on the edge of the desk, his eyes wide and glassy as he forced himself to sit still — jeans open, cock pressing hard against thin fabric, heartbeat thundering in his ears.

Randy’s mouth curved faintly, eyes half-lidded as he let the moment stretch, drawing out the silent tension like a pulled thread.

Good.

Randy let his mouth curl faintly, his voice soft, brushing close to Liam’s ear.

“Don’t touch yourself. Don’t fix anything.”

Liam’s breath hitched sharply, his thighs quivering under the desk, his hands rising in slow, shaking surrender to rest on the edge of the table. His jeans lay undone, the thin fabric of his underwear barely containing his hard, aching cock.

Randy leaned back slightly, letting the silence stretch, the minutes drip by.

Around them, classmates scribbled notes, tapped away on laptops, whispered to each other, oblivious to the silent, charged tension radiating from Liam’s seat.

Dream Randy watched the clock.

He didn’t say another word.

He just sat, calm, composed, watching Dream Liam hold himself together — cheeks flushed, jaw tight, eyes flicking to the clock, breath trembling as the seconds crawled by.

Finally, the professor’s voice lifted: “Alright, that’s it for today.”

Chairs scraped back, notebooks closed, the shuffle of departing students filled the air.

Randy leaned in one last time, his mouth brushing close.

“Now you can fix yourself.”

Liam let out a shuddering breath, a soft, desperate exhale as his shaking hands dove under the desk, fumbling his jeans closed, his entire body tight with frantic, blushing relief.

Randy smirked faintly, rising from his seat, watching Liam struggle to pull himself together while the room emptied around them.

He didn’t offer a word of praise, not even a pat.

He just walked past, eyes glinting faintly, the smug, quiet satisfaction of a man who already knew exactly how deeply he’d gotten under Liam’s skin.

Randy stirred, breath puffing out softly against the pillow, his body heavy, the last edge of the dream still buzzing faintly under his skin.

He stretched, one arm sliding up over his head, a slow grin creeping across his face as the memories drifted back in, Liam’s flushed cheeks, the way he’d trembled in his seat, the desperate tension coiling through his body as he sat there, wide-eyed, completely wrecked inside his own head.

Randy gave a soft laugh, shaking his hair back from his face as he sat up.

“Fuck,” he muttered, running a hand down his bare chest, still grinning.

Yeah.

This one — this sweet, needy, desperate boy — had potential.

Randy’s grin sharpened as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, mind already ticking forward, already playing out the next moves, already imagining all the ways he could push Liam further, deeper, into places he probably didn’t even know he wanted to go yet.

He couldn’t wait to fuck this boy’s head up.

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The soccer game was tied, but when Josh kicked the ball to me, I took my shot and watched as the white and black ball sailed past the goalie into the net.  Suddenly we were in a bundle of hugs and grab-ass as we celebrated our victory. 

“Nice shot buddy.”  Josh said as he grabbed my ass and held on a bit longer than a normal mate should.

The showers were loud with talk of the game, and my last goal.   Josh was under the shower head next to me, as the water cascaded down his perfect naked torso.   With is face in the hot stream I gazed at his cock, and saw the now neatly trimmed, red hair that adorned the area just above his long, uncut cock.   His balls were smooth as they hung below him, swinging slightly as he moved under the shower head.   ‘oh fuck’  I thought as I felt the jerk of my own cock reacting to my desire.  

I flung the towel over my should as I walked into the locker room as my exposed, slightly chubbed cock bounced against my balls.   None of us were shy and liked parading our junk around the locker room.   I got several slaps on my bare ass as I walked among the lockers right towards Josh.  

It was the first day of school when I intentionally picked the locker next to his.   I’d had a man crush on him even before I started lusting for him and eventually turned into having wet dreams that always included him.  So, when the last slap on my bare ass was with his hand, I didn’t care if he saw my cock jump and grow slightly harder as he smiled at me.  

I laid the towel onto the bench and opened my locker before sitting down, not wanting to get dressed yet.   Josh did the same, and I watched as his cock fell between his legs and hang low against his balls.   And when I looked up at him, he was gazing down at my crotch as well. 

After a couple of minutes of bantering with the others and more congratulatory slaps and head rubs, I reached for my underwear on the hook inside my locker.   I was glad I had decided to wear my orange 2-Xist with the pouch in front to hold my junk.   So, when I stood to pull them up, and adjust my package to its maximum effect, Josh started right into my crotch watching my every move.   I looked down and swear that I saw his cock jerk upward 2 or 3 time. 

It wasn’t until he reached into his locker and pulled out a pair of bright yellow briefs that my cock began to react.   I quickly sat down, as to not show the whole team my rapidly tenting underwear pouch.   I watched as Josh grabbed his balls and pushed them into his underwear and adjusted himself until he felt right.   

I got home late and heard the shower in my bathroom running.  I put my books down on my desk and walked into the bathroom.  

“Hey buddy, I hope you don’t mind me using your shower.  The water pressure is so much better than your mother’s.”  Nate said as I looked at his naked body. 

“No, it’s cool.”  I said as I pulled my shirt over my head. 

“Are you joining me?”  Nate asked after I kicked off my shoes.   

“Damn right I am!”  I said as I pushed my jeans and underwear down in one motion. 

I opened the door and walked in as he moved back giving me room under the shower head.  I walked up to him and pulled his face to mine and kissed him.  His tongue pushed into my mouth, and we kiss hard and long as both our cocks lifted to greet each other.  

Nate pulled back and looked at me. “What brought this on?”  he asked  

“Piss on me.”  I begged. 

“What?”  Nate asked

“I want you to piss on me. Can you?”  I asked hoping he hadn’t drained his bladder yet. 

“Sure dude, but you’ve gotten my cock so hard, I’m not sure I can piss with a hard-on.”  Nate said

I knew how to take care of that, it was easy.  I got on my knees and took his cock in my mouth.  I sucked him off, thrusting his cock into my throat swallowing him deeper and deeper until I felt his balls resting on my chin and the head of his cock deep into my throat.   He pushed my head, pumping his cock until I felt it swell thicker in my throat and soon, he was dumping ropes of cum into my mouth as I felt his balls resting on my face.  

“You fucker…..”Nate said breathlessly.  

I stood up, and kissed him, swapping some of his own cum into his mouth.   That’s when I felt it, the warm of his cock as it began to cover me with his piss.   He reached back and turned off the shower, so the only warm water was coming from Nate’s heat.  It felt so hot and wonderful, I got back down on my knees and let his now powerful stream of hot piss soak me and I showered in his golden liquid.   He pissed on my chest, face and hair.  And when he directed his heavy stream to my cock, I grabbed it and jerked off on the warmth of his piss which soon brought on the most intense orgasm of my life.  Suddenly I was shooting cum all over the shower, as Nate pissed on me.  

“Oh fuck, that was hot!”  I said as I sat on the floor of the shower. 

“Yea, that was fucking hot dude!”  Nate said as he leaned back against the shower wall. 

“Thanks dude.”  I said as I looked up at him. That’s when I noticed a dollop of piss still hanging off the head of his cock.  I reached out with my tongue and licked it into my mouth.    

It was the next afternoon that I asked Nate to take me back to the underwear store and bought three pairs of yellow underwear.    And he bought two more.

I moved into my mother’s bedroom with her and Nate that week. Nate and I took turns fucking her, with the dormant one finishing her off by eating out her cum filled cunt, bringing her to an orgasmic climax that we all enjoyed.  We had sex when she got home from work, before we went to sleep and, in the morning, before we all went our separate ways.  

She’d watch as Nate fucked my ass, while I lapped at her pussy or sucked on her tits.  Clothes were no longer necessary in the house; we’d just ripped them off each other wanting sex anytime we were together.   Mom and I never had sex by ourselves, unlike Nate and I, we had sex together with or without mom.  It was one day after he fucked me, and just the two of us were lying in her bed.    

 “Hey, I didn’t tell you about what happened today at school.” Nate said as I lay under his arm close against his nakedness.   

“What happened?”  I asked as I ran my finger around his balls. 

“Well, it seems you were right, I was wearing my yellow C-IN2’s today.   And when I went into the men’s room on campus to take a piss, I walked up a urinal and there was a guy pissing next to me.   He must have noticed my yellow underwear, because he looked right at me and said he was thirsty.”  Nate explained

“Seriously?  What did you say?”  I asked, now leaning up on my elbow looking at him.  

“Well, I never been hit on by a man before, but I’m not stupid either.  So, I just walked over to the stall and left the door open.  He followed me in and closed the door.” Nate continued. 

“Wow, really!  Fuck what did he do.”   I asked excitedly

“He got down on his knees and pulled my underwear away, reached in and pulled my cock free.  He licked the head of my dick and then set my cock on the tip of his tongue.”  Nate said   “When I started to piss, he just closed his lips around the head of my cock and swallowed all of my piss.” 

“Oh my god, he drank all your piss?  That is so fucking hot.”  I said as I reached down and pulled a couple times on my rock-hard cock.  “What did he say after that?”

“Nothing, he just got up and walked out of the men’s room. But as I said earlier, you were right.  It was definitely the yellow underwear that let the guy know I was into piss play.  I just didn’t know guys wanted to drink it.”   Nate said.  “Would you ever drink some guy’s piss? 

“Fuck yea, I would suck down Josh’s piss every day of the week.”  I said seriously 

“That’s hot, you want to start with mine right now?”  Nate asked.  

“Fuck yea.” I said  “Do you have to take a piss?” 

Nate smiled at me, and I lowered my face to his cock and put the head in my mouth.  His piss was warm as it filled my mouth within seconds.   I quickly swallowed my mouth full, only to have it filled again, so I kept swallowing his almost creamy tasting piss.

That night after hours of sex with Mom and Nate, while trying to fall asleep I went over and over trying to figure out how to ask Josh if I could drink his piss or tell him I was thirsty.  

The next morning, I woke up to my mother riding Nate’s cock as she bounces atop of him.  My cock was straining hard as I woke and now looking at mom’s tit’s bouncing around, I started to jerk off watching them.  

“Brandon no, no don’t do that, get up here and give me your cock, let me suck it dry.”  Mom said

I stood up by the headboard and leaned back against the wall.   My cock was standing tall, and she grabbed it and sucked it into her mouth.   She sucked cock as good as Nate, but it didn’t take long before I was shooting my load of warm cum which she hungerly swallowed. 

We’d never told my mom about our piss play, I wondered what she would do if I pissed in her mouth.  The thought kept me hard, as my mother was still riding Nate’s cock as she continued to suck me off.  I got the willies pretty bad, but she wouldn’t relinquish until I filled her mouth again.  

I followed Josh into one of the men’s rooms after lunch.  He walked up to a urinal and as he was unzipping his jeans I walked up next to him.   He looked at me and smiled and then went back to his business.  I opened my pants, and pulled out my cock, bringing my balls out with it.   I was just about to tell Josh I was thirsty, when he looked over and saw my yellow underwear. 

He looked at me, and then back down at my cock which was still dry.  And then he surprised the hell out of me.

“Watersports?”  Josh whispered.

I looked at him wondering if I heard him correctly. 

“What?”  I whispered back.

“Nothing, never mind.”  He said and turned back around and looked down into his urinal.

Fuck, I needed to say something.  “Josh are you thirsty?” 

“Yea!”  he said desperately as he turned towards me again.  

I followed Nate’s example and just walked away and went into a stall.  And just like that he followed me in and closed the door.   He not only drank my piss but took my load of my spunk down his throat as well.       

The Things We Can Never Take Back

It had been so petty of him to say such a thing. Petty, terrible, vengeful, and showing all the signs of impotence. Jamie hated himself for saying it, especially since it wasn’t true. Cottontail had been the best fuck of his life in many ways, but it looked like keeping things nicely separated was a skill he had yet to master.

It fucking hurt. Cottontail, whose real name he still didn’t know, was part of the larger scheme seemingly concocted by an evil mind to bring him down for reasons he couldn’t understand. Who was the head of operation? Was it his bunny boy? He was smart enough to pull it off, but Jamie wanted to believe he wasn’t evil enough. Or maybe he was just a damn good actor, and Jamie a major jackass.

Or, he thought, as he looked over his shoulder to stare at Wencel, there was someone else to blame. Had Wencel overheard Jamie’s last phone call? It was difficult to tell. The guy didn’t look like he’d moved from his place in the back, and his smug grin seemed armor he was ready to use as a weapon.

“Who was that you called?” Anna asked. “Your boyfriend?”

“No, not my boyfriend,” Jamie said, working his jaw.

“You said some pretty hurtful things,” Anna correctly noted out loud.

He nodded grimly. Jamie Vayne never left a debt unpaid. What about Jamie Wicklow? The son of scammers who put a lot of families at financial risk for their own gain? What was his story?

With a newfound determination, Jamie got to his feet and walked over to Wencel. The asshole smirked at him, looking like he knew all the shit worth knowing in the universe.

“Did you talk to Angus, Jamie? I suppose he cleared a few things up for you.” Without getting up, Wencel stretched his neck to get as close as he could without highlighting his shorter stature. “As long as LiveFeed remains live, and until the fat lady sings, it looks like you’re our bitch, Jamie.”

“I thought you didn’t use such crude words in that family of yours,” Jamie said, letting the disgusting insult glide over him.

Wencel quirked an eyebrow. Jamie leaned over, so they were almost at the same eye-level. “Tell me, did you send your brother to prostitute himself so you could get dirt on me?”

There was a tick in Wencel’s jaw, barely noticeable. Was his brother a weak spot in this asshole’s armor?

“Shut up, manwhore. You’re one to talk. You’d sleep with anyone.”

“But I slept with your brother,” Jamie said in the same low voice that seemed to irritate the hell out of Wencel. “Does that make him anyone? Are you two twins? Nah, you’re clearly older, because you’re no longer in school.”

Wencel leaned back, showing off how bored this conversation was making him. “You have nothing on us, Jamie. So, you fooled my younger brother into jumping into bed with you. That only proves what sort of man you are. It’s funny how you didn’t get to see his face after all this time. By the way, he’s had plenty of laughs on your account.”

It was Jamie’s turn to feel a muscle in his jaw twitch. “Did he say that to you? Are you a family of perverts or something?”

“No,” Wencel said brightly. “No, we’re not. We’re a perfectly respectable family, unlike yours.”

“Respectable my ass,” Jamie growled. “You’re feeding on dirt like a pig, and your brother’s no better. Ah, that reminds me. Are you two writing that shitty piece of garbage called Xpress?”

Wencel looked like he was tickled pink by the suggestion. “Wow, it looks like you do have one working neuron or two, brawn for brains. Color me impressed.”

Jamie had always been good at hiding what he felt. But he had an inkling that he wasn’t so good at it right now. “You’re not going to get what you want out of this, asshole. Mark my words. You chose the wrong guy to pick on.”

“Famous last words already, Jamie? The war has just begun.”

“Be careful what you wish for, Mr. Assistant. I’ve fought a lot in my life, and I don’t mind putting my fists up again.”

“Is that all you have, Jamie? You’re all about surface appearance, though, so I can’t say I’m surprised.” Wencel shifted his position, a mannerism that seemed to surface whenever he talked to Jamie. He seemed incapable of staying still. “But if that’s the case, why are you so angry? You’re the ideal candidate for a show like LiveFeed.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Jamie set his feet apart wide enough to assume a menacing stance and stared Wencel down.

“You’d do anything to become famous. Why did you flaunt the goods on livestream if that’s not who you are?”

Jamie leaned forward, placing one forearm on top of Wencel’s bus seat. The asshole tipped his head back to maintain eye contact, looking ready to fight, although poorly equipped to do so. “I didn’t do that to get famous,” he said in a low, conspiratorial voice. “I did it because I have the body for it, and I work hard to have this body. I bet that’s something you can’t relate to, because you look like picking a rock up off the ground might leave you wheezing for breath.” Jamie smirked as he noticed the effect he was having on Wencel. A mix of disbelief, anger, along with subtle excitement that Wencel struggled to keep hidden could be read on his weasel-like face. “Also, I needed the money. Can you understand that?”

“Everybody needs money,” Wencel retorted. He spoke too quickly, biting his bottom lip, like he couldn’t stop himself. “But they don’t show their naked ass on camera for people to pay for it.”

“It only happens that way because they can’t. You think you’re hot stuff, Mr. Assistant, but you have no idea how to get people to like you, do you? No wonder you found work in this nest of vipers. The only way you can squeeze some life into your tired show is to abuse the people involved. Tell me, don’t you ever feel like puking your guts out after eating so much crap day after day?”

Wencel blanched. It looked like at least some of Jamie’s words had hit home. “No. I’m satisfied with myself and my life.” The words were too loud, too pitchy, to ring true.

Jamie grinned and pulled away. “I see. I have one last question, though. Why didn’t you get close to me instead of your brother?”

“What happened between you and my brother was never meant to happen. It was an accident.” Wencel became guarded whenever Jamie brought his brother up. “I wouldn’t have slept with you, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I wasn’t thinking that,” Jamie teased Wencel with all the cruelty he was capable of. “But it looks to me like you were thinking about it.”

“In your fucking dreams,” Wencel said through his teeth. Jamie could swear he could hear the sounds of the torture the guy’s poor dentition was going through.

“What?” Jamie drawled. “Did I strike a nerve? It looks to me like you’re far from being as invincible as you believe yourself to be.”

He had a bunch of other things he wanted to throw in the asshole’s face, but Jamie – Vayne or Wicklow, it didn’t matter – was getting wiser. If he wanted to get out of this stupid situation, he needed to keep his cards close to his chest and plan his revenge carefully.

***

His brother wasn’t picking up. Hearst had no interest in hiding under the blankets and wallowing in misery because Jamie had dissed him over the phone. In the world he had lived in from a young age, he had always found himself guilty of one thing or another, and if the past hadn’t been enough to bring him down, it would take more than Jamie being upset with him to make him break down and cry like an idiot over his own actions.

What he needed to do right now was make things right. The issue of how had to be convoluted and required special skills. Like a reporter on a hot trail, he had to start from the beginning. What did he know? His brother was at the scene, obviously. Where? Jamie had used the word ‘here’… which only meant that Wencel was riding the same bus as Jamie.

Hearst scrubbed his hands over his cheeks and then slapped them hard. Yep, doing the work made him feel normal. It had always done that for him; too bad the positive effects never extended to studying, and he had discovered at an early age that despite his ability to research a topic to death, he was a poor student.

He had to call Wencel. He needed to find out more about what LiveFeed was planning for Jamie. One way to do that, besides asking his brother directly, which could very well mean that he would get zilch no matter how much he insisted, was to watch what the fuckers were posting on their main feed. The modus operandi for the show executives appeared to be shady enough to raise questions – they often put their contestants face to face with situations they hadn’t prepared the people in advance for, and they made it sound and look as if it was all genuine entertainment, trying for spontaneity and shit like that.

They most likely wanted to do that to Jamie, too, but what and how? The ‘why’ no longer mattered. Hearst hadn’t managed to glean much from his short and hurtful conversation with Jamie, so he had to search for answers himself.

The main page of the show advertised the tour for the most part with some sound bites from contestants expressing their excitement about being included in the event. Hearst was about to give up when the page headline changed.

“A tearful reunion,” he read under his breath, “they haven’t seen each other in more than a decade, blah, blah, blah–”

There was no information on who the mysterious contestant was, and what reunion LiveFeed was talking about, but Hearst couldn’t ignore the inkling nagging at the back of his head. He typed fast. The Wicklows weren’t in any national news, so he needed to go local.

“Oh, fuck,” he told himself as a brief mention in a small publication confirmed what he feared.

So, Jamie was pissed big time at the show producers because they wanted him to meet his mom and pop upon their release from prison. Hearst could picture the way those assholes had to be staging that reunion. A vulnerable Jamie waiting for his parents to leave the place where they’d been locked away from too naïve people for a good part of their lives. But the women’s correctional facility wasn’t close to that where Jamie’s dad had to be. Would they do a prison tour? Wasn’t that too depressing for a show that, supposedly, was all about shits and giggles?

That had to be it, though. Jamie couldn’t be happy about meeting the people who had abandoned him at a young age, leaving him to fend for himself against a judgmental world. So, knowing him, why wasn’t he just quitting? Was he really as vain as his stage name suggested? But Jamie wanted to be a musician, not a celebrity. Hearst knew that certain pieces of the puzzle were missing.

He’d have to figure out the whole play. If he didn’t, the chances were that Jamie would punch someone in the face and end up in big trouble.

Despite the last words exchanged between them, Hearst like to believe he had his principles and would be guided by them to show Jamie through actions, not words, who he truly was.

Funny that he was thinking that way. After all, he’d kept his identity hidden for fear that Jamie would discover his true self. Now, that fear was gone. Yeah, funny thinking on his part.

***

“Did you manage to intimidate that asshole? Are they going to re-think our contracts?” Anna began bombarding him with questions the moment he returned to his seat.

“I don’t think that’s going to be easy. No. I just warned him that I’m not going to lie down and take it.” Jamie sighed, some of his energy spent. “What did you tell me earlier? That I said some hurtful things to that guy over the phone?” He looked at her, without expecting much. He’d been an asshole. But whenever he thought about it, anger returned, hotter and more painful than before.

“Yeah, I mean, it’s not my business, but you were right here, and I heard you loud and clear,” Anna said, giving him a forced smile.

“I know why you think that, but this guy slept with me only to get dirt on me,” Jamie explained. He felt the need to justify his actions, no matter how wrong a part of his brain told him they were.

“Are you sure?”

“Damn positive.”

Anna appeared to take her time to ask him the next question. “And was he lame in bed, like you said?”

Jamie grimaced and looked away.

“You said that to hurt him,” Anna continued. “And you know it.”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“So, was it true?”

“No, it wasn’t, happy now?” Jamie puffed his cheeks out and exhaled loudly. “I got along with him just fine, yeah, sex included. But he only did it to spy on me. How would that make you feel?” He looked at his newfound friend, avid for an answer.

“Like crap, of course. Still, I don’t think I’d lie to that person. I’d only tell them the truth.”

“Why? Don’t you ever get angry?”

“I do. But my mom always told me to take a deep breath and think carefully about the things I wanted to say when that happened. We can’t ever take some things back.”

Jamie snorted in self-deprecation. “Your mom sounds swell. My dad used to only be happy with me when I managed to sell fifteen or twenty fake subscriptions in a day.”

“Fake subscriptions?” Anna asked, confused.

“You’ll know exactly what I mean soon enough. These guys are bent on skewering me live. My mom and dad are getting out of prison. LiveFeed wants to document our tearful reunion.”

Anna was staring at him, her jaw slack. “Do you want to see them? And prison?”

“They didn’t commit any violent crimes, but they are masters of scheming. It worked well enough while they kept a low-profile, but large-scale fraud didn’t count as that. They got burned, and they did it to themselves.”

“How old were you when that happened?” Anna asked in a pitying tone.

Jamie offered her the best smile he could manage under the circumstances. “Too young, but old enough. Don’t worry; I bounced back. But if I never see those people again in my life, it’ll be swell.”

Anna leaned forward and whispered, “And they’re forcing you to do it, because of that contract they made you sign?”

Jamie shrugged. “It looks like they have all the good cards. And I’m the schmuck who had no idea he shouldn’t have sat his ass at this table if he didn’t want to be fleeced for all he had.”

“If they’re doing this to you, they’ll do it to all of us.” Anna gestured around. “Should we let the others know? I bet they have no idea what they signed up for, either.”

“We’re in the business of competing against each other for fame and fortune,” Jamie said, sighing. “You’re a good person, Anna, but I don’t think I’ll find much sympathy among our peers.”

“Some might be jealous because you’re good-looking and easygoing,” Anna agreed. “But they must all have things they don’t want put on full display. They will see that it can happen to them, too.”

“I’m not sure how much time we have to convince them of that. And even so, the assholes running the show have us in a corner with their shady contracts. Do you happen to know a good lawyer?”

Anna shook her head with an apologetic wince. “If I did, I wouldn’t be here.”

“Yeah.” Jamie looked ahead, filled with gloomy thoughts. “Which means that I need to think of something to save my skin. I bet you don’t think yourself lucky now for sitting next to me on this bus.”

“Why would you say that?”

“You know. The splash might get you, too. If they were so daring to put the papers they put under our eyes, convinced that we’d sign, that means they’re pretty good con-artists. A confidence trickster will always show you only the parts they want you to see before they pull the rug out from under you.”

“You saw your parents doing it,” Anna said, her eyes filled with empathy.

“Yeah. It works so many times, it’s going to scare you if you’ve never seen it before. At the time, I thought they were invincible.”

“Kids tend to think that about their parents up to a certain age. It’s not your fault, Jamie.” Anna touched his arm lightly.

“Thanks, man,” Jamie said, nodding a couple of times. “But I should’ve known better, given my background, right? Damn, I was a fool. Not that it’s the first time in my life when that’s happened. Like with this guy who slept with me. I should’ve known something was fishy. Actually, I thought that, but I believed I could handle it. Did I think I was invincible then, too? Maybe that’s the problem.”

“Or maybe you thought it would be the real thing this time,” Anna said. “Or hoped.”

Jamie gave her a surprised look. “Do you happen to work as a shrink in your spare time?”

“No, but I know how it feels to think that you have it all figured out, and then realize you didn’t know a single thing.”

“Wow, your life must have been tough.” Jamie put his fist up, and Anna pushed hers against it.

“Let’s not have that sort of competition. What matters is what we do today, right?”

“That’s right. And today, I need to think of a way to fuck up LiveFeed without fucking myself up.”

TBC

 

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The clanging of weights filled the gym, a pulsing rhythm blending with the sweat and heat in the air. Marco and Luca, lifelong friends, trained together every Saturday. Both in their mid-twenties, they had chiseled bodies honed by years of lifting. Marco was a mountain of muscle: nearly six-foot-two, broad shoulders, a massive chest that strained his shirts to the breaking point, biceps like steel cables. His face was rugged, with a square jaw lined with a short black beard, piercing brown eyes that always seemed to challenge, and short, wavy black hair often hidden under a baseball cap. Luca was leaner, six feet of defined, agile muscle, abs carved like marble, strong, sculpted legs. His face was almost model-like: high cheekbones, blue eyes that caught the light, full lips that broke into an easy smile, and messy light brown hair that fell over his eyes. They were straight, or so they’d always claimed, their banter revolving around girls, beers, and club nights. But that day, something dark was brewing in Marco’s mind.

His girlfriend, Sofia, was driving him insane. Twenty days without sex, petty arguments, and a frustration that made his temples throb. His balls, as he put it, were “about to fucking explode.” As Luca finished a set of squats, Marco watched him with a new, almost predatory focus. Luca’s tight shorts hugged his firm ass, his muscular thighs flexing with every move. Though Marco considered himself straight, he couldn’t ignore how… perfect Luca was. His full lips, slightly parted as he panted, his flushed face from exertion, those blue eyes that seemed to beg without knowing it—everything was suddenly enticing.

I can’t do it here, not in the gym. Too risky. But fuck, look at him. Always here, always available. I could use him. Not as a friend. As a mouth, a hole. Something to get off with. But I gotta be smart. If I force him, he’ll bolt. I need to make him think he wants it, that he’s offering it. Once he gives in, he’s mine. My personal slut.

The plan took shape in his mind. He’d get Luca to his place, away from prying eyes. There, he’d play the desperation card: tell him Sofia was killing him, that he hadn’t cum in twenty days, that jerking off wasn’t enough. He’d beg Luca, leaning on their friendship. “Just a blowjob, bro, to help me out. No one will know. I won’t cum in your mouth, I promise.” A lie, of course. Once Luca gave in, Marco would “lose control,” shoving his cock down his throat, filling his mouth with cum. And after? It’d be easy. Once Luca did it, shame would trap him. Every blowjob would be a step toward something more. I’ll turn him into my bitch, slowly, and he won’t be able to say no.

“Hey, Luca, nice set,” Marco said, his voice deliberately casual as Luca wiped sweat from his brow. “Wanna come over after? Game, beers, chill?”

Luca grinned, oblivious. “Fuck yeah, I’m in. I’ll bring chips.”

“Perfect, bro,” Marco replied, a smirk hidden in his eyes.

An hour later, they were in Marco’s living room, sprawled on the couch with cold beers in hand. The game on TV was just background noise. Marco waited for the right moment, then let out a heavy sigh, running a hand over his face. “Fuck, Luca, I’m wrecked.”

Luca glanced over, raising an eyebrow. “What’s up? Sofia fucking with you again?”

Marco nodded, his tone calculated to sound desperate. Hit his emotions. “She hasn’t fucked me in twenty days, man. Twenty. My balls are killing me, I swear. I jerk off, but it’s not the same. I don’t get off. I need…” He paused, letting the silence do its work. “…I need a mouth, or a hole. Something real.”

Luca laughed, uneasy, trying to lighten the mood. “Fuck, Marco, hit up Tinder, man. Or wait for Sofia to chill.”

Marco shook his head, his eyes locked on Luca, intense. Don’t let up, make him feel guilty. “It’s not that easy, bro. And who can I trust? Some random chick? Nah. I need someone who gets it, someone… like you.”

Luca froze, the beer halfway to his mouth. “What the fuck are you saying, Marco? I’m not gay, you know that.”

“Neither am I,” Marco said quickly, raising his hands to calm him. Perfect, he’s wavering. Push harder. “But we’re bros, right? You wouldn’t help a friend in need? I’m fucking losing it, Luca. Just a blowjob, nothing more. Just to get me off. I won’t tell a soul, and you don’t have to do anything else. I promise I won’t cum in your mouth, okay? I’ll pull out. But you gotta do it right, or it’s pointless.”

Luca was floored. “Fuck, Marco, no, it’s too weird. It’s… fucking gross. I’m not that guy.”

Marco leaned closer, placing a hand on Luca’s shoulder, the gesture friendly but with a pressure that said more. You’re almost there, Luca. You’ll cave. “Please, man. I’m dying here. Just this once, to help me out. You’re my best friend. No one will ever know. And… fuck, I’ll owe you forever.”

Luca felt trapped. His loyalty to Marco, the guilt over his “desperation,” was tearing him apart. After a silence that felt like an eternity, he looked down, his voice shaky. “Fuck… okay. But just this once. And you don’t cum in my mouth, got it? Swear it.”

Marco nodded, hiding a triumphant grin. Got him. “Promise, bro. You’re a lifesaver.”

They moved to the bedroom. Marco sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, his massive frame relaxed but commanding. He unzipped his jeans, letting his boxers fall. His cock, already hard and swollen, jutted out like a weapon, throbbing, veins bulging. Luca stood frozen, his face pale, his blue eyes wide. The humiliation was choking him. Kneeling before Marco, his best friend, in such an intimate position was a degradation he’d never imagined. His legs trembled as he lowered himself, the cold floor biting his knees. His stomach churned, shame burning his chest. Am I really doing this? he thought, his heart pounding.

“Move it, Luca,” Marco said, his voice low, authoritative. “Don’t make me wait.”

Luca swallowed, his face on fire. “Fuck, Marco, I don’t even know where to start,” he muttered, his voice breaking.

“Grab it first,” Marco replied, a crooked smile on his face. “It doesn’t bite.”

With trembling hands, Luca reached for Marco’s cock. The first touch was like a shock: the skin hot, hard, alien. It wasn’t his, and the idea of touching another guy made him flush violently. He gripped it lightly, feeling the heat and rigidity under his fingers. The humiliation crashed over him, but he did it for Marco, to help him. It’s just a friend in need, he told himself, but the shame screamed he was doing something wrong, something he’d never imagined.

“Good, like that,” Marco said, his voice thick with pleasure. “Now… put it in your mouth.”

Luca closed his eyes, disgust tightening his throat. He leaned in, his breath short, and opened his mouth, letting the tip of Marco’s cock brush his lips. The salty taste, the invasive heat, hit him like a punch. He took it in slowly, feeling every inch fill his mouth. It was too much, too fucking weird. Marco’s hands settled on his head, strong fingers weaving through his light brown hair. Luca recognized the move: it was the same one he’d used countless times with his girls, guiding them, controlling them. Now he was on the other side, and the humiliation nearly broke him. I’m doing what I made my chicks do, he thought, disgust twisting his gut.

“Easy, bro,” Marco said, his voice a low growl. “Do it right.”

Luca struggled to breathe, but Marco’s slow, relentless rhythm didn’t let up. Every so often, he felt the cock push deeper, like Marco was dragging him toward his pubes. Gags caught him off guard, the hard, hot rod invading his mouth. He coughed, his eyes watering, but Marco didn’t let go.

“Fuck, relax,” Marco said, gripping his hair. “You’re killing it.”

At one point, Marco stopped him, pulling his cock out slowly. Luca gasped, his face red, spit dripping down his chin. “Hold up, bro,” Marco said, his voice calm but with a hidden intent. “Sofia does this thing that drives me fucking wild. She licks my whole cock, balls too, gives it a full spit bath: starts at the balls, licks them, then takes each nut in her mouth, sucks gently. Then she moves up, licking the whole shaft, up to the head, the frenulum… goes up and down, licking everything. Then back to the blowjob. That’s how I like it, bro. Otherwise, I don’t get off fully.”

Luca’s eyes widened, panic gripping his chest. “Fuck, Marco, no, that’s too much,” he stammered, shaking his head. “I can’t do… that shit. It’s disgusting.”

Marco tilted his head, his tone turning pleading. Hit the guilt. “Come on, Luca, you’re my best friend. You’re helping me out, right? I know it’s weird, but it’s just this once. I wanna get off properly, or what’s the point? Please, bro, do it for me.”

Luca felt choked by shame. I’m already doing this fucked-up shit, he thought, what’s the difference? But the idea of licking Marco’s cock like some pornstar made his stomach churn. He pictured his exes, the girls he’d made kneel and lick him the same way. Now he was in their place, and the humiliation was crushing. “Fuck, Marco, don’t make me,” he muttered, his voice trembling.

“Please, Luca,” Marco pressed, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You’re the only one who can save me. No one will know, I swear. Just this once.”

Luca closed his eyes, his heart pounding. With a lump in his throat, he nodded. “Okay… but that’s it, got it?”

Marco smiled, triumph hidden in his eyes. “You’re the man, bro.”

Luca leaned in again, his face burning. With trembling hands, he started licking, beginning at Marco’s balls. The rough, hot skin made him gag, but he forced himself to keep going. His tongue grazed the nuts, the salty, musky taste overwhelming his senses. This is fucking gross, he thought, I’m licking another guy’s balls. He took one nut in his mouth, sucking gently, disgust twisting his gut. Marco groaned, a low, satisfied sound. “Fuck, yeah, just like that.”

Luca moved to the other nut, every move a humiliation that broke him. Then he licked up the shaft, the taut skin hot under his tongue. He reached the head, licking the frenulum as Marco described. The taste was stronger there, and he fought another gag. He went up and down, spit dripping down his chin, every lick a stab at his dignity. This is what I made them do, he thought, and now I’m the slut.

“Perfect, bro,” Marco said, his voice dripping with pleasure. “Now get it back in your mouth.”

Dazed, Luca resumed the blowjob, Marco’s cock filling his mouth again. Marco set a slow, relentless pace, pushing deeper every so often, like he wanted Luca’s face buried in his pubes. Gags hit Luca, the hard, hot rod overwhelming him. “Relax, fuck,” Marco said, gripping his hair. “You’re a fucking champ.”

Then, without warning, the tip hit Luca’s throat. He pulled back, coughing hard, Marco’s fluids and his spit dripping down his chin in sticky streams. “Fuck, Marco, watch it!” he yelled, his voice hoarse. “You’re choking me!”

“Sorry, sorry,” Marco said, raising his hands in a fake apology. “You’re too good, bro. You make me lose focus. I’m enjoying this too much. I’ll be careful, I promise. Keep going.”

Luca, shaken, nodded, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. He resumed, more cautious, but Marco had other plans. Slowly, he guided his cock back toward Luca’s throat, inch by inch. Luca’s eyes widened, panic gripping his chest, as he realized he was inches from Marco’s chiseled abs. His nose brushed the taut skin, the musky scent of sweat and masculinity overwhelming him. Marco’s heavy balls grazed his chin, a contact that made him shudder with shame.

“Breathe through your nose,” Marco ordered, his voice firm, holding him there. “Fucking perfect, man. You’re killing it, taking it all the way.”

Luca tried to obey, his breath short and ragged, his eyes wide and teary. Marco held him there for a few seconds, savoring the control, then pulled back, keeping his cock in Luca’s mouth. But not for long: with a slow thrust, he went back into Luca’s throat, forcing him to endure the invasion again.

When his orgasm neared, Marco made sure his cock was deep in Luca’s mouth, but not in his throat, so he could taste his cum. “Fuck, Luca, I’m there…” he groaned, pretending to lose control. Luca felt Marco’s cock pulse on his tongue, a rhythmic throb, then a torrent of cum flooded his mouth. It was like molten lava, slimy, with a bitter, salty, slightly metallic taste that seared his taste buds. The sensation was overwhelming: the hot, thick liquid filled his mouth, sliding down his throat before he could stop it. The humiliation crashed over him. My friend’s cum… it’s going down my body, he thought, shame gripping his chest. He tried to resist, but Marco’s hands, firm in his hair, held him in place, pretending not to notice the inevitable. Luca, trapped, swallowed, the bitter taste lingering in his throat, a mark of his degradation.

When Marco finally let go, Luca pulled back, coughing, his face red, his eyes red and teary. His lips were swollen, cum dripping from the corners of his mouth, sliding down his chin in sticky strands. Marco looked at him, satisfied, and played the gratitude card. “Fuck, Luca, you were incredible,” he said, his voice full of fake admiration. “You saved me, bro. That was fucking amazing. You can get better, but… damn, you’re a god.”

Luca, still on the floor, didn’t respond. Shame was eating him alive. Marco leaned down, placed a hand on his shoulder, and pulled him up to sit beside him on the bed. A strand of cum slid from Luca’s chin, landing on his chiseled pec, another blow to his dignity. “Bro, you were unreal,” Marco continued, his tone warm, reassuring. “A friend like you is one in a million. You’re fucking unique. I’ll never forget this.”

Luca looked down, his voice trembling. “Don’t… don’t tell anyone, okay? And this can’t happen again.”

“Of course, bro,” Marco said, a smile hidden. “My word. It’s our secret.”

But in his mind, Marco was already planning the next move. Tomorrow, Luca. Tomorrow you’ll give me your second blowjob. And then… we’ll go further. He’d found his personal slut, and he wasn’t letting go. Luca, still shaken, had no idea what was coming.

We sat next to each other, as if after a storm. The room smelled of saliva, sweat, and sex, though neither of us had said it out loud yet. His cock was still hard, and so was mine. But neither of us knew what to say.

Austin spoke first.

“Matt?”

“Mhm?” I didn’t turn my head, just stared at his stomach, tense, as if ready for something else.

“What… exactly is rimming?”

I looked at him. Seriously?

“Do you want the encyclopedia definition or the one that will send a shiver down your spine?”

He laughed nervously. “I just… never knew exactly. Licking ass? What’s so cool about that?”

I tilted my head back, resting it against the wall.

“It’s not just about licking. It’s about the moment when a guy loses control. When he spreads his legs and another guy’s tongue touches a place he can’t even touch himself. It’s vulnerable. It’s real.”

Austin was silent. So I continued.

“It’s hot. Your muscles tense up. You open up where you’re normally closed off. And then… someone starts caressing you with their tongue. Like they want to break you open from the inside, but without using force.”

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. He was looking at me. Not with disbelief. With curiosity. Like a student who suddenly wants to pass an entire semester in one evening.

“Does it really work?” he asked quietly.

“If it’s done right? It blows your mind. And your ass.”

He bit his lip.

“I never thought of it as… pleasure.”

“Because no one showed it to you right,” I replied. “Maybe it’s time to change that.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” he fired back after a second of silence. “You want to lick my ass?”

I didn’t look at him right away. I gave him a moment to feel the power of his own words.

“It’s just a tongue, Austin,” I said calmly. “You had my dick in your throat longer than this will take.”

“Dude… that sounds… fuck… you really want to…”

“Learning by experience,” I interrupted. “You say you don’t understand. So I’ll show you. It’s not about gay stuff. It’s about physiology. Pressure, relaxation, nervous reactions.”

He looked at me, confused. But he didn’t move away. And that was enough.

“So what, I’m supposed to lie down and spread my legs like some kind of whore?” he said, as if he wanted to stop me.

I smiled slightly.

“No. You’re supposed to lie down and feel. Then you can decide what you think about it. But first… let me take care of your body.”

He was silent for a long moment. Then he looked at me with something between anxiety and curiosity.

“And what… am I supposed to give you access to my…?”

“Your ass is part of your body, Austin. Don’t tell me you’re soft when you had a dick in your throat just a moment ago.”

He pressed his lips together. He swallowed.

“How… how do you do it?”

“Just lie down. I’ll take care of the rest.”

He looked me straight in the eyes. Then he said only:

“Fuck… okay. But if this fucks me up mentally, it’s your fault.”

“It won’t fuck you up. It’ll open you up.”

Austin sighed and fell onto the bed. His back against the mattress, as if he were going to relax.

“Ass up,” I said. “Spread your legs. Don’t be afraid of your own body.”

I knelt between his legs. I pulled them up slightly until his knees were higher and his buttocks were raised. His breathing was tense. He was staring at the ceiling.

“Relax,” I said quietly. “If you tense your ass, you won’t feel anything. If you open up… you might not want me to stop.”

I leaned forward slowly. My lips were a few inches from his hole. I spread his buttocks with my thumbs. It was warm. The skin there was soft, taut. It smelled masculine. Real.

The first touch with my tongue was gentle. Short, like a test. Austin flinched.

“Fuck… that was…” He breathed heavily. “This is weird.”

“Weird?” I slid my tongue lower and then back up, slowly, carefully. “What’s weird is that you haven’t experienced this before.”

I moved my tongue along the edge, slowly, as if asking for permission, even though I already had it. He was breathing unevenly.

“Matt…” His voice was muffled, buried in the pillow. “Fuck…”

I sucked lightly. Then I pushed my tongue deeper until his thighs tensed.

“Yes… just like that. Open up, Austin. Let yourself feel more.”

He started moaning. Not loudly. But genuinely. His hips were shaking. I held his thighs. My tongue danced around his hole as if trying to write something there.

“Fuck… this is… better than it should be,” he gasped.

I didn’t answer. Because I already knew what was going to happen next. He knew it too. He just didn’t have the courage to say it yet.

His face was buried in the pillow. His arms were tense. His thighs were spread apart. And I was between them, with my tongue deep in a place that no one was supposed to touch, not even him.

I licked him slowly. Methodically. As if his hole was made to take my tongue. To fuck him with my breath alone. To melt a boy who never thought it would turn him on.

I held him by the hips, but I didn’t have to force anything anymore. His body stopped running away. He was breathing heavily and his cock was standing hard, throbbing as if begging for more.

“Matt…” he whispered, almost incomprehensibly. “Don’t stop…”

I slid my tongue deeper. I felt his body twitch. I moved it around in circles, making a few slow movements. He gasped, letting out the air with such tension as if he were coming.

“Breathe,” I said quietly, moving closer to his ear. “You’re all open now. I can feel it.”

“Fuck…” he hissed. “It feels like you’re fucking me with just your tongue.”

I smiled.

“Because you are.”

I ran my hand down his back.

Then I pulled back.

He lay there in silence, completely relaxed. His eyes were closed. His body was calm. His breathing was slower.

I sat down next to him. We didn’t say anything for a moment.

Finally, he spoke softly:

“I’ll say this only once: not a word to anyone. Seriously.”

“Relax,” I replied.

“This stays between us.”

He fell silent again. He lay there for a moment, then added:

“But… if you ever feel like doing it again… you know… to reinforce it…”

I just smiled.

“Sure. Sometimes you have to repeat a lesson to remember it well.”

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Hazing

Hello again dear reader,

Well, here we are. The nadir of my life, my moment of greatest shame. I realize now that some of you may worry that this will represent a sort of ending point in my life’s story, the pinnacle of the debauchery and degeneracy that I am sure you have been lapping up these past few entries. Be assured, this is not the case. Rather than see this as an ending, it may be better to view it as a new beginning into a brave new world of utter depravity. Worry not, good Dante, this Virgil has many ever spiraling circles of hell to lead you through yet.  After all, what is a circle but another word for Ring.

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So where was I?

Ah yes.

There’s me in the Ring with Alpha, there’s Frosh making his way down the ramp, and there’s Gym watching everything from the green room. Gotta identify your stakeholders, as my professors used to say, y’know, back when I was an actual college student and not just playing one in porn.

Alpha had his hand on the back of my neck, as he liked to do. It was somewhere between a sign of reassurance and a threat. In either case the message was clear.

“You can thank me later.” Alpha’s voice rumbled against my ear.

“Fuck off.” I mumbled.

“Hey,” he warned me as his grip tightened around my spine. “I was choosing between either him, Gym, or me. We can still change up the card, though it wouldn’t be fair to make Gym fight twice in one night, would it?” The implication was anything but subtle, but subtle wasn’t Alpha’s style, was it? While Frosh tentatively made his way to the ring Alpha continued to whisper in my ear. “You’ve got until he steps between the ropes. Choose.” And it was a choice. I’d faced Alpha before, I’d watched his matches, I knew what to expect. It would have sucked, I would have lost, he would have torn up my guts with his dick, but I wouldn’t have had to fight my childhood friend/crush’s boyfriend in a sex wrestling match.

I almost agreed, I really did. I know what you’re thinking, reader, but it’s true and if you don’t believe it you can fuck off. But like my weird grandpa used to say almost only counts in horseshoes and hand jobs. I’m still glad he’s dead. So what kept me on the course? Well, later on I’d tell Gym it was because if Frosh didn’t have this match he might have been let go or worse, faced Alpha, and who knows what would have happened to him then.

That, of course, was a lie.

No, what really happened is that as I dithered and Frosh got closer I was able to get a better look at him. He had a new outfit you see. Pale blue boots, white knee pads, short, skin tight trunks colored in a riot of bird’s egg blue, mint green, and white. He was wearing a white t-shirt for his entrance which matched his white elbow pads. The matching ensemble made the flash of yellow on his right wrist stand out all the more. It looked something like a wrist band at a distance, but the color and bulk of it was wrong. Then it hit me. Did you guess what it was reader? Yeah, it was Gym’s headband. He must have given it to Frosh to encourage him in his match.

Isn’t that lovely.

That was when I decided to go through with the match. Maybe if I wasn’t such a petty bitch, maybe if I had accepted my sexuality earlier, maybe if I had actually talked to Gym about my feelings once in the twenty-some years we knew each other things would have gone differently. But there’s no use dwelling on counter-factuals and I imagine you, dear reader, find the actual-factuals much more entertaining anyways. Sick fuck. So Frosh stepped between the ropes, trembling like a leaf.

He was 5′ 9″ and 169 pounds. I was 6′ 1″ and up to 223. In the day to day that difference didn’t seem so big. Now it was a valley between us. I felt like a giant looming over him and yes, reader, it did make my dick twitch just to think of it. Frosh was staring up at me with those dark blue eyes of his, I swear he must have worn contacts or something there’s no way he was just born with those eyes like a secluded lake. I wouldn’t have even noticed those eyes if the pants shitting terror evident in them wasn’t giving me a half-chub that I wasn’t ready to confront just yet. Frosh had grown out his curly hair until it was flowing down to just above his shoulders and his cheeks were already red as if he had somehow exerted himself just on the walk to the ring.

Alpha released me and lifted up his microphone as he stepped in between the two of us, the steel cage hanging overhead. “Do you know who I am?” He asked Frosh. You know how I loomed over Frosh at 6′ 1″? Alpha God was like a lion glowering down at a kitten by comparison. Frosh nodded silently. “Who am I?” He held the microphone down to Frosh.

Frosh swallowed a lump in his throat. “You’re Alpha God.” He said with a rasp.

“What else?”

“You’re the grand champion of the Ring.”

“That’s right.” Alpha said with a smile that was all teeth. “And normally champs like me don’t waste their time with rookie jobbers like you. Well… unless…” He chewed at his lip as his eyes scoured over Frosh. He chuckled to himself. “Do you know why you’re here?” Frosh answered with a shake of his head. “It’s cause you haven’t been doing your job in the Ring. Just like Varsity hasn’t been doing his job. And so, efficient teacher that I am, I’ve decided the two of you will learn your lesson together. See there are expectations here in the Ring. Everyone pulls their weight, everyone takes their lumps, everyone keeps the patrons entertained. But you haven’t been very entertaining.” Alpha looked to me. “Nor have you, Varsity. See the Ring isn’t like other promotions. We’re not just here to win, we’re here to put on a show. Sometimes that means taking the less optimal path, sometimes that even means losing when you could have won. You need to be ruthless not just to your opponent but to yourself.” Alpha nodded to himself as if he were some sage doling out advice.

“Frosh, to get down to brass tacks, you’re here tonight, in this ring, because you haven’t been broken in yet. You’re a squirrely little fucker, I’ll give you that. You’ve gotten yourself out of closer scrapes than even I could have managed at your age. That ends tonight. Before the bell rings this cage-” he motioned to the cage hanging overhead, “-is coming down, and it’s not lifting until you’re a full fledged member of the Ring. Until Varsity makes a man out of you. He’s more than twice the fighter you’ll ever be and even he’s taken it like a man. It’s high time you’ve joined him.” 

I looked to Frosh who was staring between Alpha and me with the wide eyes of a deer caught in the headlights. I’ll admit, it was an intoxicating feeling watching that. No, not intoxicating, that’s not right. It was like… have you ever been starving and walked by one of those restaurants with the tables on the street? And some dude has a steak that’s been cooked just the way you like it and you get this mad kind of hunger where you almost want to just grab that steak off his plate and shove it in your mouth. If you know that feeling, you know exactly the way my whole body was aching as I looked at Frosh shaking in his boots.

“Varsity, tonight you need to learn to let loose. There’s a beast inside of you that is begging to be let loose. Tonight I am making sure that you do not leave this Ring until you’ve let him roar. You’re $15,000 in the hole. A win will get you $5,000. The remaining $10,000, well, you’re going to have to wring that out of your little buddy Frosh here. I know you guys are thick as thieves, you hang out together, train together, hell haven’t you got your own little frat together, what was it? No seriously Varsity, what was it?”

He stuck the microphone in my face. “Go fuck yourself.” I said as an answer.

“No, I don’t think that’s it.” Alpha scratched at his head. “You’re cute when you do that, act tough. You still need to learn that it doesn’t amount to a pile of shit if you can’t back it up. But that’s a lesson for another night. Rules for the match remain the same and the same rules as Hillbilly had apply to you. Anything you don’t earn back tonight I take out of you next week. Capisce?”

“Yeah I got it.”

“Good.” Alpha grinned. He stepped out of the ring. “Oh,” he paused midway through the rope, “and if you make him quit, I’ll consider the debt fulfilled.” He grinned. “No holding back.” 

Frosh pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside, revealing the hills and dells of muscles that rippled across his body. I’d seen each of those, from the biceps to the delts to the pecs develop in the gym over painstaking weeks and months of work. If I’ve said it once I’ve said it a thousand times, there are no twinks in the Ring and Frosh was no exception, but this twunk was about as close as you got. As I pulled off my letter jacket and tossed it out of the Ring, I didn’t entirely regret my decision. 

The cage creaked as it settled down around us. There was no gate, no way out. All around us and above us we were surrounded by chain link, just small enough that you couldn’t get a fist through.  My heart started to beat fast at the claustrophobia of it all and I can only imagine what Frosh must have been going through. We waited in silence, staring at each other across the Ring until it happened. The bell rang, and the match began.

It didn’t start like my other matches would. There was explosion of energy, no surprise attack, no rush to lock up. Frosh was crouched and ready for a lock up but he didn’t dare to approach me. I half-heartedly match his stance. Through the links of the cage I could see the wall lighting up with requests. ‘Take off your boots’ was already at $125 and rising. There were more requests much less savory than that on the wall too. I’d list them all off but I imagine you wouldn’t want the spoilers. Keep reading, they’ll all be there. Except fisting, that one got lost in the chaos.

I knew that I holding off the inevitable was just extending both our suffering. They, by which I mean Alpha, would only put up with waiting for so long, so I closed the distance with Frosh. He stumbled back as I did but to his credit he did lock up with me in a collar and elbow. I might have had more resistance from a training dummy, at least because it would have weighed more. I pressed him across the ring, bullied him really, until he was pushed up against the ropes. The chain link rattled as I trapped Frosh against out, our bodies pressed together so tightly I could feel the hammering of his heart. He struggled against me, tried to push me off of him, but it was hopeless. I was bigger than him, stronger than him, I had the leverage over him. Realizing that made by dick twitch and I was flushed with shame, so much so that I let him go and backed off. He clung to the ropes, half glaring at me half cowering from me as I backed away.

I cast a sideways glance to Alpha. He had his arms crossed, his gaze drifting between the two of us like he was observing an auction. There was a hint of a sneer that I read as impatience, who knows if I imagined it. Looking back at Frosh I put up both hands and motioned him forward. “C’mon, is this a fight or what?”

Frosh stared at me and I could see what resolve he had harden. He bounced back on the rope and launched himself at me, the additional momentum giving him a moment of advantage against me. I should have expected it, I’d been helping him train, I was the one who suggested using the ropes to give him the extra strength he’d need against bigger opponents. He almost got me down, his leg swiping between mine, attempting to hook my heel and trip me. I was just prepared enough that he didn’t manage it. The struggle for control that followed was short as I quickly locked him in a side headlock. I knew I had to start earning, the sooner I did the faster I could finish this. 

In my effort to keep control of Frosh while reading off requests I ended up parading him around the ring, locked against my side as he weakly beat at me to try and escape. It didn’t work. As I held his wriggling body tight I scoured the wall. There had to be something up there I could to earn some cash without, y’know, burning down the only friendship I had in this god-forsaken promotion. Something a bit less intense than, say, “twist his balls until he cries ($500).” Although… $500… 

No. 

I finally alighted on a cluster of requests all helpfully grouped together, you’ll see why they were grouped soon. What was important was I could get a bit of cash without absolutely wrecking Frosh which nobody wanted, right?

Right?

Anyways the first request was easy enough. I pressed my knuckle to Frosh’s head and gave him a noogie. He yelped as I did and struggled harder to escape.

“Dude stop!” He shouted as he pounded my back.

“C’mon man, it’s not so bad.” I said, completely genuine. Definitely no mockery in my tone. I might’ve laughed a bit.

“We’ve got our first money on the board!” Alpha announced from ringside. “A whole $50! Just another, um… 299 of those and you’re out the hole!”

I did my level best to ignore him and followed up with a shift into an armbar. Holding his arm in place under my armpit I gripped him with both hands and twisted in opposite directions, giving him a snake bite. I didn’t think it hurt that much but he screamed and stomped the mat madly.

“Another $50! Really raking it in tonight huh Varsity?”

My next move, if you could call it that, was a two-part request. The first part was easy enough. I released the armbar and circled around behind Frosh, who was still just recovering and standing upright as I grabbed the back of his trunks.

“Hope you wiped.” I said with maybe a bit of a laugh as I pulled up on his waistband.

“Damn! $100 wedgie! Looks like it’s a good old fashioned hazing tonight!”

Frosh winced and his breath caught at the pain but I was only getting started. Gripping his trunks from the sides now I pulled up like I was doing a deadlift, hard enough that Frosh’s feet left the mat and he was kicking wildly as he dangled in the air, only held up by his own trunks wedged deep up his ass.

“Well look at that, another $150!”

“Stop!” Frosh screamed in pain and shame. “Put me down!”

“Ok.” I said, dumping him face first into the corner, his head resting against the turnbuckle. I pulled up on the back of his trunks, keeping them wedged between his cheeks and… damn. God bless Gym for getting Frosh into squats, those ass cheeks were like a perfectly rounded peach, flawless and smooth. A ran my hand over it once, cupping a meaty cheek and compulsively biting my lower lip. I wanted nothing more than to ram my dick between those thick… no, not yet. I haven’t earned it yet. I pulled my hand back and as I did Alpha shouted from the ringside.

“Lick your palm first!”

Maybe it was the force of his voice compelling me, maybe it was my own instinct, but I did as he suggested and licked my palm before slapping it onto Frosh’s exposed cheek. The smack reverberated in the chamber, mixing with the echo of Frosh’s yelp. I followed up with nine more slaps to fulfill the “Spank x 10” request on the board.

“$150! You’re starting to get the hang of it, keep it up Varsity!”

By the time I was done Frosh was groaning and his ass was looking more like a cherry than a peach. I couldn’t help myself and rubbed over my handiwork one more time. Like giving in to a craving a finger slipped between the crack and briefly swiped against Frosh’s puckered asshole and my dick twitched again. Control yourself. Damn it was hard. Frosh started to show signs of resistance so I knew I had to get back to work. I trapped him in a headlock and pulled him back. My next move required some finesse. I stepped between Frosh’s legs and hooked his right leg with my left before I pressured him down so he was leaned forward. I then reached over and grabbed his left leg and hooked it with an arm. Alpha was already cackling like a madman as I rolled over and brought Frosh down to the mat in a spladle. He was leaned back across my core, his legs rolled up and split apart like a wishbone just asking for someone to come up and plow into his vulnerable ass.

“A spladle for $350!”

This was a walk down memory lane. You almost never saw a spladle in actual competition but in practice, oh boy, there was no better move for taking down the new guy who thought he was hot shit. I’d done to more than a few overexcited young bucks. Even had it done to me by a big hunk of meat that… probably should have made some things more obvious to me in hindsight. I cranked it on a little, just enough to make Frosh yelp in that way he did that made my dick twitch. Pull, yelp, relax, pull, yelp, relax. I was like a dog with a chew toy. And it wasn’t just the spladle that we’d do to those guys of course, but what followed had to wait until coach wasn’t watching. 

“Oil check!” I shouted as I hooked my thumb into Frosh’s asshole. Now I really hope he cleaned out before the match. Frosh was thrashing like a fish in my grip, I was soaking the front of my singlet up with precum, and Alpha was doubled over laughing so hard he didn’t even announce the $200 I got for the move that brought me over $1000. If I was in my right mind I would have realized what a slog I was in for but at the time I was too caught up in… well, there’s no better way of putting it than violent lust. I ripped my thumb out of Frosh’s poor violated ass and in a fit of I don’t know what brought it up to my nose and huffed it.

“Huh, lemon?” I asked Frosh who was now even more red-cheeked than when we’d started. “Here.” I shoved my thumb under his nose and he turned away in disgust. “Don’t like it? You should do sandalwood next time. It’s a classic.” I checked the wall and saw a request that just tickled me in just the right place. I rolled Frosh over until he was on his stomach and I was positioned on top of him. With an arm wrapped around his neck I started to dry hump him, rubbing my hard dick up against his ass with only the material of my singlet and his trunks keeping his ass virginal. Well, dick virginal at least. He was a thumb slut now after all. “Oh yeah.” I said like I was finally scratching an itch that had been bothering  me all my life. “You like that?”

“Fuck. You.” Frosh groaned.

His impotent whining almost made me cum then and there. My momentary elation came to a chilling end as I heard Alpha shout to me. “That’s it Varsity! Learn from the best!” At first it was just words but then I remembered, I transported back to my first night of matches in the Ring. Watching Gym in the Ring with Alpha God, watching Alpha God humping my best friend while all I could do was shout at the tv. My body froze and my dick went limp. Like it burned to touch him I got off Frosh and backed away. Frosh wasted no time and crawled across the ring to the ropes, hauling himself up on to shaky legs.

“Don’t lose it now Varsity!” Alpha shouted at me. “C’mon now!”

“Fuck you!” I shouted at him, same as Frosh said to me. My back was touching the ropes now as Frosh and I watched each other from across the ring. Eventually Frosh caught his breath and lowered into a stance as he approached and I hesitated. I wasn’t sure I had it in me to keep this going after that realization. Just as I took my first step forward I was stopped, my singlet pulled back as I turned and saw Alpha had slipped two fingers through the links and grabbed my straps. “What the f-” my words were cut off as Alpha yanked me back against the walls of the cage. Trapped as I was Frosh launched himself on me while I was defenseless. He landed a blow to my cheek, several to my core and a grazing blow to my balls that gave me the burst of adrenaline I needed to shove him off of me and rolling onto his back on the mat.

Alpha had released me by now and I turned on him. “What the fuck was that?!” 

He had his hands up as if he were somehow innocent as he hopped off the apron. “Hey, just showing what he’d do to you given the chance.” He smirked. “Might wanna turn around.” Realizing my mistake I spun just in time for Frosh to launch himself on me. He wrapped his legs around my waist and pulled my head into a guillotine choke. Immediately I could feel my breathing constrict and could hear my blood beating in my ears. This was bad, real fucking bad. I could be out in a couple seconds if this were properly executed. Luckily for me it wasn’t, but that only meant it was a matter of a minute instead. I struggled to stay on my feet, stumbling around the ring as I did while Frosh cranked it on.

“Stupid piece of shit.” Frosh said through labored breaths as he cranked on my neck. “Maybe if you weren’t so cocky Gym would’ve liked you back. That’s why he’s mine. You’re too full of yourself, and I’m gonna prove it.” My rage wasn’t helping me in this instance and a stumbled, falling to a knee. No, fuck no, I could not lose to this little worm of a fighter. “I’m gonna think of this when I fuck him tonight.” Frosh whispered in my ear.

Oh.

Oh it was going to be like that. Alright then.

I’ll be honest I was seeing red at this point so some of this is fuzzy, and not just because of the lack of oxygen. I do remember managing to lift Frosh up and slam him down to the mat hard enough to drive the breath from him and release his grip on me. I also remember landing several forearm blows down on him while I roared incoherently. I might have slapped him as well. Pulling him up from the mat I scooped him between the legs and powerslammed him back down. I followed up by pulling him in to a sitting position and landing elbow after elbow onto his neck and head. Grabbing his hair I slammed him face first into the mat. Still gripping his hair I pulled his head up and landed a couple punches to straight to the face. I pulled him up again and gripped him in a bearhug, squeezing and shaking him like a chew toy before slamming him back to the mat. As he fell down dazed I kept my grip around his waist, shiting behind his back and pulling him into a gator roll as I squeezed what little air remained in his pathetic fucking lungs. Then I grabbed him by his stupid fucking hair and dragged him crawling on all fours to the corner. There I hauled him up and, in a beautiful confluence of patron request and my own pure fucking rage, grabbed the back of his head and slammed him face first into the turnbuckle. And then I did it again. And again. And again. And again. I gripped his hair so tight that my fingernails were digging into his scalp and I slammed his face into the turnbuckle with such force that his forehead almost split open. The request had been for a ten count but I think I got up to almost twenty before I got tired, which was really just a waste of effort for no money. Not satisfied with the pain I inflicted on this mouthy little slut I pulled him out of the corner and slammed him face first into the fence. Using the chain links like I cheese grater I dragged his face across the wall of the cage while he screamed. He flailed and clawed at the fence trying to get purchase but even when he did manage a grip I was able to rip him away and keep on grinding.

It wasn’t enough, it wasn’t fucking close to enough. See he didn’t understand yet what he was, which was scum, worthless, weak, dickless, balless scum who wasn’t worth a fucking glance from Gym. I needed to remind him of that. I pulled him back from the fence and gripped with both hands by the neck. In my rage I took a page out of Hill’s playbook and bite his forehead, eliciting a scream from Frosh and a shock whoop from Alpha.

“Hot damn!”

I gnawed at him until he bled, the taste of his blood filling me with a hot, enticing disgust. Somewhere in-between then and now I had gotten him on his back on the mat with my hands still gripping his neck and my legs straddling him. As I regained some control of myself I remembered one of the requests from the wall and decided this was a great chance to put my own twist on it. I licked up a half-mouthful of Frosh’s blood from his forehead and pulled up as much spit as I could into my mouth. I maneuvered so that my knees were holding down Frosh’s legs, my right hand holding his head still by the hair, my left hand holding his mouth open as I let a loogie of my spit mixed with his blood slowly drop from my lips. Frosh thrashed in my grip, wordlessly crying out as it slowly lowered until it dropped into his open mouth. I shut his mouth then and gripped it tight, fingernails digging into his cheeks, while he bucked and fought to escape. He had no choice but to swallow it.

I wasn’t done with him yet, not even close. Reaching back I hooked his legs and pulled them up until Frosh was rolled into a school-boy pin with my balls resting on his chin. I pulled his head up until his face was buried in my sweaty, precum soaked crotch. Reader, there is no aphrodisiac that I have yet found  that is equal to hearing a man’s pained shouts muffled by your own crotch. The vibration of Frosh’s voice against my dick alone could have been enough to make me cum if my blinding rage wasn’t getting in the way. No, this still wasn’t even close to over yet.

“You,” I growled down at him as he struggled to escape my crotch, “are going to lick up my precum. You’re going to do that because you’re an obedient little slut. Understood?”

Frosh moaned something into my crotch that was either ‘fuck no’ or ‘fuck you.’ Honestly, that’s what I was hoping for. I let his head fall away from my crotch, at which he started gasping in fresh air, and maneuvered us so that I was on my knees behind his sitting body. Because of the difference in strength and size between us I was able to trap both of his arms behind his back with just my left arm. This left my right hand free to get to work.

“Let’s just check this off first.” I said into Frosh’s ear as my right hand snaked down and gripped his right nipple between forefinger and thumb. I twisted it and twisted it again as he screamed and kicked his legs, fighting to escape.

“Purple nurple!” Alpha called out like an auctioneer. “$150!” It had apparently gone up in value over the course of the match. All of the requests had as more patrons were pulled into it.

“What’s the count?” I shouted at him.

“$5200, let’s get that on the screen!” Alpha shouted. In the middle of the wall my cash count showed up in big white numerals amidst the many requests. ‘Take off your boots,’ I noted, was up to $400. For all you foot guys out there, I’ll just say hold on, it’s coming. I had some preliminary work to get through first. Having milked all the cash I could from his nipples I went lower, over his pecs and abs and into his trunks.

“No.” He whined, kicking and struggling but stuck in my grip. “No please don’t.”

“Yeah, keep saying that.” I said as I gripped his balls. “It makes me hard.”

“No!” He shouted, no, screamed in pain as I squeezed his balls tight. Crushing them in my grip I pulled this way and that, up and down, and finally, as per the prompt, started to twist them like I was tying a bag closed. Frosh was entirely trapped in my hold unable to escape. All he could do was scream and scream and scream and, finally, cry. Tears started to stream down his face, mixing with his blood as they dripped to the mat. “Stop! Stop! Please stop! Please!”

“Suck my dick and I’ll stop!” I roared at him.

“I’ll suck your dick!”

“Yeah?!”

“Yeah I’ll suck your dick!”

I let his balls go and slapped the back of his head for good measure. Releasing his arms I rolled back and slapped my legs around his neck so that the back of Frosh’s head was resting against my crotch.

“Alright, suck my dick!” I shouted at him.

“I can’t!” He cried.

“Not my fucking problem!” I squeezed his neck tighter. “Suck my fucking dick or I’ll pop your fucking head off!”

Now I wasn’t just being a, well, a dick, this was actually a patron request from the wall. Ok it might have been a bit of a variation but hey, I’m an artist, I improvise. It’s like jazz. Frosh twisted from side to side trying to turn himself so that he could fulfill my command while I did my best to keep his head trapped where it was between my thighs. Every moment he failed to suck my dick I tightened my squeezing of his neck. Here my previous work ended up working in Frosh’s favor as the blood on his cheeks worked as lubrication that let him slip around between my thighs. He opened his mouth and did his best to engulf my bulge with his lips. When he did I hit him on the top of his head with an elbow.

“That’s not what I fucking said, slut! I said suck my fucking dick!”

“But-“

“Did I stutter?”

Frosh squirmed for a second and when escape proved impossible he reached up and pulled at the leg of my singlet. I gave him a few squeezes of his head as he worked until finally my deck slipped out the leg of my singlet, the dickhead glistening with precum and just begging to explode. Frosh leaned forward, his tongue sticking forward just enough to lap up a string of precum from my cockhead. With another lunge he managed to take at least half the length of my dick into his mouth. The wet warmth of his mouth sent a shiver all through my body and I gave him a few thrusts, just enough to make him gag before letting him go.

I stood up and pulled Frosh up from the mat, my dick still sticking out of my singlet and dripping precum down my leg. With a kick to his gut I doubled him over and pulled his head between my legs. I wrapped my arms around his core and lifted him up until he was sitting on my shoulders before powerbombing him back to the mat. I kept a grip on his waistband as I did and pulled his trunks halfway off as I slammed him to the mat. It was supposed to take them off completely but, well, this was the first time I was doing the move. Luckily the request was just for a powerbomb so I still got the $350. My total was up to $6250.

Frosh was lying in a heap on the mat, only the heaving of his chest showing he was still even alive. Keeping one eye on him I walked over to the corner of the ring and stretched out a leg so that my right boot was resting on the top turnbuckle.

“Alright feet guys you wanna see it? Get that number up!” Almost immediately ‘take off your boots’ was up to $450. “Higher!” I shouted and after a second it went to $475. “You can do better than that! C’mon!” I started to pull one of the laces of my boot. “You wanna see it or not? I’m not doing this for less than $600!” For a moment I worried I overplayed my hand, but then bit by bit the number started to rise. $500. $525. $550. $625. “That’s a good little perv!” I shouted as I finished unlacing my boot and pulled off my boot and sock. I quickly did the same with my left boot until both my feet were bare.

“$6875!” Alpha called. “Didn’t take you for a salesman, V-boy.”

“That’s cause you don’t know shit about me.” I shot back.

As soon as ‘take off your boots’ was off the screen it was replaced with ‘sniff your socks’ for $200. I mean for that kind of money who wouldn’t, right? So I picked up one of my socks and took a whiff. It had been a long match up until now and the thing was absolutely reeking of foot sweat, compounded by being trapped in my boot for so long. I wasn’t even acting when I recoiled. 

“$7075 for the shameless slut!” Alpha howled with laughter. I decided to ignore that.

A number of other requests popped up afterwards, all variations on the same theme. The money was good so I got to work. 

Frosh was only barely on his way to recovery as I stalked over to him, my shadow engulfing him on the mat. He only regain full awareness as I lifted up his legs, glaring down at him. 

“Please,” he begged, “please no.”

“Don’t worry.” I said. “You’ll like this.” I pressed my foot down on his half-flaccid dick and at first he cried out. The cries turned to moans as I started to rub his dick with my foot, pressing and kneading it against his abs as it slowly hardened until finally he was wriggling and moaning. I massaged his dick until it was fully engorged, the head and my foot coated with precum. “That’s right slut, you like that.” I said. It wasn’t a question.

“Y-yeah.” Frosh moaned with a hitched breath. I abruptly stopped and hauled him to his feet.

“You probably aren’t going to like this.” I said as I shoved my sweaty sock in his mouth. I flipped him over and shoved his head face up into my armpit as I slammed him down with a reverse ddt. From there I transitioned into a dragon sleeper, Frosh’s head firmly trapped in my pit. With my sock stuck in his mouth he had no choice but to breath with his nose, sucking in the scent of my sweaty, musky pit. It was either that or suffocate. With my legs wrapped around his torso I clasped my feet around his dick. It was a bit of a tricky maneuver but after a few sleeps I had a good grip and I started to jack his dick with my bare feet. Between sweat and precum I had a good amount of lube for my work. Frosh fought hard under my grip, as hard as his remaining energy allowed, while I went to work on his dick with a footjob. I will say this for the feet guys, there is something special about the feel of a hard dick against the sole of your foot. I wouldn’t necessarily seek it out but I wasn’t complaining.

I felt Frosh approaching climax as his breathing became erratic. His breaths in my pit starting growing deeper and deeper, I could only imagine how much of my musk was invading his lungs now as he came up on orgasm. I increased my pace with my feet, gripping his dick securely and sliding up to the tip and down to the base of the shaft, my feet now slathered in his precum. Finally I felt his body lock up as his dick twitched once, twice, and exploded in ropes of cum that splashed on my feet and covered him from neck to navel in viscous strings of white.

That combo of requests got past $8000 and that was only part one. I freed him from my pit and pulled the sock from his mouth but I did not let him go. Instead I locked on a sleeper hold with one arm and with my free hand started to jack his cum-covered dick, my hand quickly getting covered in it, using his own cum as lube. “See that on the screen?” I whispered in his ear. I angled his head so that he could see the request, and I knew he’d found it when he groaned wordlessly. ‘Jack him until he’s soft ($500).’ And that’s exactly what I did.

Even after his orgasm I kept jacking Frosh off. From my position I was able to watch as he winced and writhed, his hips bucking, his legs kicking as he tried to escape. “Nnng.” Was all he could manage to get out as I kept jacking his empty dick. Or maybe not so empty after all as a second burst of cum came forth, this one clearer than the first though still milky. 

“Horny slut, huh?” I said as I started jacking him harder. “Anything else left in there? I’m not stopping till you’re bone dry.”

“Nnnnnh.” He moaned.

“Nah, shut the fuck up.” I said as I transitioned him back into my pit. “If you start licking I’ll be gentle.” I said as I started jerking his dick like a joystick. He yelped once or twice and soon enough I felt his tongue lapping the sweat up out of my armpit. I am if anything a man who is true to my word so of course I started jacking him more gently. He still moaned like a slut of course as he hyper-sensitive dick was stroked until it was empty. It took another five minutes until he was finally soft again.

I stood up, holding him by the hair kneeling next to me. Aiming his face down I pointed at my cum covered feet. “You are going to clean your mess off me. Now.” I said, forcing his face down until his lips were against the most cum covered part of my foot. He kept his mouth resolutely shut, so of course I punched him in the back, following up by grinding my knuckle into his back until he opened his lips and starting licking his own cum off of my toes.

While Frosh was bent over on his knees licking my toes I snapped my fingers to the attendants at the edge of the chamber. “Lube!” I shouted. It wasn’t one of the attendants who answered my command but instead it was Alpha who hopped up on the apron and, grinning down at me, slipped a bottle through the links. Frosh shivered as I started lubing up his ass. I answered by pushing his face back onto my foot. “Keep working! And get between the toes.” I ordered as I slipped a finger in his ass. With a mouth full of my toes Frosh let out a full throated moan. I kept opening Frosh up until he had finished cleaning my feet, swallowing up his own cum. By the time he was done I was practically fisting him, five fingers in, but sadly not enough to earn the patron request. Alas.

With Frosh on his knees, face pressed to the mat, I got behind him and pulled my singlet straps down and pulled the whole thing off in one fluid movement. I’d been practicing you see. I emptied the rest of the lube bottle on my rock hard dick and rubbed it all over. After all this I figured Frosh deserved a good fucking. I positioned my dick at his upward facing asshole and slowly pressed into him. God. Damn. His ass was tight. This was when I knew definitively that Frosh had truly never been broken in in the fullest sense of the word, all but confirmed when Alpha crooned into the mic. “And just like that, V-boy takes the v-card.”

With my dick engulfed by Frosh’s ass it was tempting to just start fucking away. I was at $11,000 now, I just need the win to succeed, but that wouldn’t be enough. No. There was one last request on the board that I just couldn’t ignore. I pushed in until my entire dick was shoved in Frosh’s ass and I pulled his legs up around my waist before wrapping my arms around his gut. With a heave and a burst of adrenaline until Frosh was fully off the mat in what is called the bully position. Can’t imagine why it got that name. I still wasn’t done, as soon as he was up I snaked my arms under his armpit and clasped my hands behind his neck, locking in a full nelson. At first I held him parallel to the mat in a half squat as I fucked him, still working up the energy for the final lift. With a heave and a moaning roar I pulled him up fully vertical, his limp dick flopping around as his body shook while I plowed him.

If you’re trying to imagine how this felt you probably don’t have the half of it. On the one level I had my dick fully spearing a virgin ass, so tight it threatened to constrict bloodflow. In any circumstance I would have been in heaven as I barebacked this slutty twunk. But the feeling of power that was coursing through me, the adrenaline, the raw, primal vigor of knowing you have another man under you complete control, let alone the adrenaline of fully lifting him into the air and keeping him there under your own power. This was, I can say with absolute certainty, better even than my first match. I didn’t just feel powerful, I was power itself. I was a god and Frosh was my victim. The pleasure that radiated from my dick filled my whole body. I was flushed with a lifting high as I pulled Frosh up and almost off my dick before slamming him back down to the base. The only thing I was missing was a look at Frosh’s face. The contortion of pleasure, pain, and shame. To see him realize how absolutely fucking weak he was, how useless he was, that he was nothing more than a hole for my pleasure to be filled when and how I wanted it to.

I fucked him with a rhythm that was beyond musical, it was orchestral, a symphony of power, gravity, and sheer, burning lust. Just as my rhythm peaked and tunnel vision started to set in the chamber was filled with a hiss, the tell-tale sign of one of the entrances opening. From the edge of the chamber, from the same door I had entered through not so long ago, came Gym charging down the ramp with Rodeo following fast behind, breezing past Alpha who didn’t even try to stop him, hopping up to the apron and gripping the cage with a frightening force. Gym was shouting something, maybe it was words, maybe it was just a roar of pain. I didn’t know what it was, I didn’t care. I turned so that I was staring directly at him while I fucked his boyfriend. 

Jesus Christ, this was pathetic. I mean come on, all this pain and anger and torment over this piece of garbage. This nothing that I was plowing like a field. This worthless little slut who couldn’t even stand up to a single fucking without breaking down. Gym was going to throw away all those years of us together for this scum? Fine, if that’s what he wants, fucking fine. He could take my scraps for all I cared. To make my point I thrust even harder into Frosh’s virgin ass, getting deeper than anyone had ever gotten into the little slut. “Moan for your boyfriend.” I whispered in his ear. “Show him a good time.”

Frosh didn’t moan, but he did groan, either from pain or humiliation or both. It didn’t matter to me, it was good enough for me to know he was suffering. He stole my man, the fucking thief. Gym belonged to me and now Frosh belonged to me, no matter what either of them. I was a fucking god. I was their! Fucking! God! With a final thrust I shot my cum all the way up Frosh’s ass, my entire body seizing and rocking as it did. I thrust again and again and again as my dick pulsed with more and more cum until it was dripping out of Frosh’s ass. I held him in the air, a show of my strength, my power, my ownership of him, before a dropped him like the sack of shit he was, my dick slipping out of him as he fell on his face on the mat, a string of cum glinting in the light still connecting the tip of my dick to his asshole.

“There you have it folks! With a final tally of $17,375 Varsity has successfully beaten Alpha God’s Gauntlet!” Alpha said with a chuckle. “Congratulations.”

As my dick softened and the adrenaline flushed out of me it finally settled in what I had just done. I stood there, my body red from exertion and slick with sweat, comprehension slowly rising in me as I looked at Gym. I saw the rage, you couldn’t miss the rage, but it wasn’t that which killed me. It was the hurt, the betrayal in his eyes. I looked down at Frosh, writhing on the mat with my cum still leaking from his ass, and back up at Gym.

“I-” I croaked, my mouth still dry. “Gym I-“

Gym slammed a fist against the cage, the rattling surrounding me like a cacophony of ravens, chaining me in place. “Let me at him!” He shouted. “Let me at him!” Rod was trying to calm him down to little effect. With a mechanical lurch the cage started to lift and my heart sank below my stomach, a chill running through my blood. I backed away until I was against the ropes while Gym raged like a bull waiting to be let loose. As soon as there was enough space to get under Gym slid under the ropes and entered the ring, Rod cursing and trying to follow after. He charged at me but I managed to dodge. Before he could turn to charge again I slipped under the ropes and made a mad dash to the same entry way Gym had just burst through.

I heard Gym shouting at me from the ring as I ran, words I did understand but chose not to. As I reached the bottom of the ramp I turned to look at him. Rod had him locked in place at the ropes while he struggled. Gym was stronger but Rod had technique, enough to hold him for a bit but not forever.

“Go!” Rod shouted at me. “Go!”

I stumbled back as if struck, my heart racing. I didn’t want to understand why he said that, what it meant. I only noticed Alpha heading up the ramp when his hand landed on my shoulder. “C’mon, let’s get out of here.” It was not a suggestion. He half dragged me up the ramp and out of the arena, my head still turned, watching as Gym struggled with Rod before eventually relenting, turning to Frosh and dropping down next to him, helping him stand, caring for him.

“Fuck.” I whispered to myself.

“This is how the Ring works.” Alpha God said to me as we walked through the entry way and into the halls. “He’ll understand in time.”

“No he won’t.”

Alpha shrugged. “Then he shouldn’t be here.”

“What the fuck is your problem?!” I exploded, shoving Alpha God away from me. He only chuckled in response, which of course enraged me further. “You knew what you were doing! You knew! Why?”

“Of course I knew.” He said, almost confused. “What, did you think you’d never face Frosh? Did you think Frosh was never gonna get broken in? If he managed to avoid that it would be because he was cut from the roster. Is that what you want?”

Maybe, I thought to myself. “No.” I said.

“No.” Alpha agreed. “You’ve made a name for yourself with that match, you’ve showed you aren’t just a fighter, you’re a competitor. You could go all the way here if you’d get out of your own fucking way.”

“All the way?” I asked meaningfully, looking him over.

“Well, almost all the way.” Alpha said with a faux-amiable shrug.

“The only place I want to go is out of here. With Gym.”

“Yeah well that’s gonna take some work now.”

“Because of you!”

“Yeah because of me.” Alpha shot back. “When will you get it through your thick skull that you belong here. What would you be when you leave the Ring, hm? Used car salesman maybe? Or a pencil pusher? Some manager at an office stuck in a cubicle? You could be rich as sin here, you could be a god. Or you could be a sad little homo with your sad little homo boyfriend in a trailer in the middle of bumfuck nowhere I guess, if that’s what you really want. But you need to decide, and soon, cause not everyone here is as patient as I am.”

With that Alpha walked off, his footsteps echoing against the stone and metal, leaving me to stand naked and shivering in the hallway.

Alone.

The bathroom area was enormous with black mirror like tiling up to the ceiling with large powerful spot lights shining down at each of the six cubicles with two or three metres between each, the floor was tiled in large unpolished flagstones and large drains and evacuation canals. To the other end of this space there was a large square tub and a small sauna type box.

Each of the cubicle had specific shower heads at varying heights from overhead to cock and ball height.

The one of interest to me had a flexible pipe with a small cock shaped stainless steel tube shower head that I could see was designed for deep and comfortable insertion into my tight virgin cunt. I played with it for a while, adjust temperature and pressure so as to get it just right. 

Mister John had wandered away and was busy setting up a rather large and cumbersome camera on a large wooden tripod. He was just moving the camera around to find the best position to photograph me.  Large flashlights went on and I could feel them starting to heat the surrounding area.

I started to wash down using abundant amounts of soap and shampoo being careful to show my body full front to the camera and to show off my solid erection. The camera started clicking and continued with occasional pauses to replace the film.

Once full of soap my body felt so warm and my skin so smooth and silky, feeling the eye of the camera on me I knew I had to give a good show, this was so much fun, and excitement having totally forgotten the fierce caning I had received earlier.

Now my crack and cunt were well soaped and lubricated I stopped the shower and soaped up the shower head covering it with liberally with thick creamy body shampoo then placed it between my sensitive cheeks the dick shaped head slipping easily along the crack, it just felt so good. Then I applied gently pressure at the entrance to my cunt, it was tight and needed some coaxing, the lubricant was doing its job, I bent my body a little to ease the passage as I felt the nob head pass through the muscle barrier and into the inner sanctum. The pleasure was intense as little by little I applied more pressure to ease the instrument back and forth to take it deeper and deeper inside me, I was in a trance swaying to and fro my eyes closed, groaning lightly.

The full length of the head was now comfortably inside me and my hand moved to operate the shower tap, I turned it slightly hearing the water filling the pipe, then I felt the warm water fill deep inside me and gradually fill my fuck hole, it filled and built up pressure, my hand regulated the flow with slight adjustments to the tap. I tightened my  muscles to retain the water as much as possible feeling small uncontrolled releases of water evacuating down my inner thighs, my bowels were now full and I withdrew the head and felt further excess water running down my legs and I struggled to tighten my cunt to retain what I could.

I was feeling good and warm, confident that my decision to be a sex slave to this man was right for me, that he loved my svelte beautiful young body and would use it wisely. Deep inside my psyche, my sub conscious I just knew I was meant to belong, serve, and give pleasure. I needed him to own my body and soul, to possess every fibre and infiltrate every neuron of my brain. For that I needed to obey without question or hesitation. I wanted him for my Master.

His latex gloved hand was sliding across my cheeks and fingering my cunt provoking the uncontrolled discharge of water out of my body. I let out a moan of undiluted pleasure feeling my body tremble and weaken, he whispered in my ear “FAY you are a slut, you belong to your Master and to him alone. You no longer exist except through him and you no longer think or act except through him.” His tongue licked my ear and penetrated my ear with force.

I sighed deeply and replied, “Mister John I am a slut, yes I belong to my Master.”

He took me through two more wash outs and rinses showing me how to get deep and increasing water pressure to be confident of having a clean cunt ready for Master’s use. He fingered me easily first with one then two fingers more lube then three fingers, forcing gradually to dilate. It was so good my hips undulating to encourage his access.

It was now early evening when we were done, and I asked if I could pee directly in the shower and it was then I learnt that I was to do all my needs in a latrine inside my cell keeping everything for Master’s inspection and use. “So, return to your cell and do what you need and return to me here, I will watch you through the window.” Was the answer I received.

On my return I found him on the phone at the kitchen bar and he made a sign for me to join him. I stood beside him as he continued his conversation, “yes Jean I do understand but he’s nineteen now and wants to go his own way and it will be such a pleasure for me to help him, just let me take care of him, he will have nice lodgings and everything he needs…..ah here he is now Jean, just out of the shower, have a quick word with him and we’ll arrange to pick up his things tomorrow afternoon around three p.m. …… I think Alfred and the boys are out then, so we can talk too…. Great thanks Jean…. here’s Philip.” He was talking to my Mother and handed me the phone, I was gobsmacked as I greeted her, “hello Mum, all right?”

Mister Johns hands were on me again, from across my breasts tweaking my nipples, spreading my legs with his knee, my cock was hard again as I tried to reassure my mother on the phone “sure mum, John is a wonderful man and he is helping me so much with this new flat and says he can possibly find me a good job with an engineering company looking for electrical engineers and they would train me and everything. I’m really happy about it but I need to prove to him that I can apply myself.”

John’s hands were again on my cock head massaging with his fingertips. “But mum you know I can do this, you must help me every way you can, this means such a lot to me. Please mum.”

Her voice on the phone seemed to be less tense and anxious as she enquired after John, asking if I liked him if he could be trusted and what he did for a living. I explained to her simply that he was good to me and I trusted him implicitly and he was an industrialist with enormous influence. “He seemed quite charming when I met him, is he married?”

“Mum, please I have to go now as we are going out shortly, we’ll come by tomorrow afternoon to pick up my things. Bye mum, love you.” I hung the phone up and leaned gently against John for comfort.

He pushed me away gently saying “your mother is a nice-looking woman, I’ll pay her a visit tomorrow afternoon and pick up your things at the same time.”

“Now I need to take you for your tattoo, Master Pete has given me your new number you must be very proud.”

“From now on you will be slave number 695-175-257 and that is your only real identity. Are you happy now?” I replied quickly “Yes, Mister John I’m proud and happy to be slave number 695-175-257.” My mind was relieved and elated to know that I was now my Masters property and he would take care of me.

Chapter Four

I slipped quickly into a tight silky pair of shorts and a singlet that John passed me, put some trainers on and ran out to open the gates and join John in the car.

The shorts were quite small for me and moulded perfectly my tight perky little butt and my rigid little clitoris, John seemed well pleased with my appearance. We drove off down the country road for only several minutes before arriving at a broken down old farm with a couple of cows in the fields and a few chickens in the courtyard. John hooted the horn and waited for an elderly, scruffy, bearded old man to stroll across to the passenger window. He was tall and stocky and stood proudly looking like some feudal knight striding across his domain.

“This the slut you want treated John?”

“Yeah I’ll leave him with you for a while then join you in the barn for photos. OK?”

“Get your gear off slut!” he ordered.

The door opened and before I was aware he had grabbed a large chunk of my hair and was dragging me out of the car and across the yard on my knees, being unable to stand up with him holding my head down at waist level. The steel door in front of us was slightly ajar and he forced it open with a violent kick to reveal a pig pen that stank of purine and pig shit. It was dark and noisy inside as I struggled to keep my balance, he kicked the door shut behind us. I was now lying on the cold concrete floor in 2 inches of pigs shit and urine swilling around my cunt and cock. His strong firm grasp on my hair pulled me to my feet and then released me to push me forward. He took a horsewhip from above the door and started to poke me in the back.

“You’re a nothing, a nobody. The dirt under my fingernails is worth more than you. And so, I will treat you. You must crawl through the shit and piss; the pigs will fuck you rotten. Your body will ache. Like a pig you’re going to dig in the dirt. You will suffer. I’m going to kick you in the balls, you. In short: I’ll break your pride …”

“On your knees and crawl through the shit.”

The pigs grunting in their pens and the stench is overwhelming, as I progress on all fours out of the worse of the stagnant shit onto the main concrete alley between the pens. Separated by simple low brick walls with a wooden gate to each pen. On my knees I can see nothing of the pigs in their pens just the filthy cement floor and breezeblock walls.

This new treatment was totally unexpected and threw me completely but feeling the dirt and shit on my clean pristine silky skin excited me, as the intense smell flooded my nostrils giving the sensation of a euphoric drug stimulating my senses.

My cock was hard again, swinging between my thighs as I was struggling to progress on all fours, his whip poking me incessantly one side to the other. Now he was pulling me by the hair and forcing my head down to the ground, “nose to the ground, back curved and ass up, it’s your cunt we need to see you shit,” he shouted as he gave me a whip straight down the Khyber and stinging my balls.

To the left I heard him open a door to one of the pens, as it scraped awkwardly on the concrete, he kicked it to ease its opening against the heap of straw inside. He dragged my head in direction of the open door “in you go and show your ass to this boy all the time.”

I advanced into the pile of straw with my nose to the ground basically blind to my surroundings just concentrating on keeping my back curved and ass in the air. I could however hear the animal whose living space I was violating, and he didn’t sound particularly friendly. The pen door shut loudly behind me and I heard the metal latch being drawn. The smell of the fresh straw mingled with the sweet smell of urine and shit was filling my head. I could feel my hands landing on large puddles of shit and pig’s piss through the prickly straw.

The whip was back in action poking my ribs and butt inciting me forward into the corner. My new companion was snorting loudly sniffing my armpits and moving his moist warm snout down towards my crotch, forcing my hip up with his powerful head to gain access to smell my erect cock and dangling balls. He was, I guessed, about my size and weight with considerably more strength than me, capable of lifting my body against the pen wall, “turn your back to him, you stupid cunt,” my new teacher encouraged me.

The pig’s snout was now firmly interested by my inviting little hole, sniffing roughly and forcing against my rear and balls, I could feel his warm moist respiration over my skin, he was becoming more and more excited pushing and shoving then suddenly raising his front paws up onto my shoulders, bringing his full weight to bear and forcing my shoulders down. I started to feel his snake like prick swinging around between my cheeks and I moved my ass from side to side to put my cunt in his way and ease his anticipated penetration.

His prick was long thin and twisted searching desperately an entry, the head feeling out a warm space to force its way through and I felt it close to home sliding around touching the sensitive tissue around my filthy cunt, AHHH he has found his space and like a sharp insidious worm he penetrates as deep and as quickly as he can, what an incredible sensation to feel this snake inside me and the weight of the pig on my shoulders. His whole body is now in an uncontrollable urge to penetrate as deep as possible and I raise my haunches to assist the act and ease the way, I feel his snake tickling the depths of my rectum, what ecstasy, I tighten the muscles round my sphincter to retain his trembling prick. He quickens his movement as he approaches orgasm and his pressure on my shoulders becomes more violent and painful from his paws blending with the intense pleasure.

My cock was rigid and hard as my friend withdrew and stuck his snout one more time into my cunt to check his work, he seemed satisfied and went off to the far corner of the pen. I myself felt so happy and self-content, my cunt had served its purpose for the very first time, being fucked by a pig was in my mind gigantic.

The stroke of his whip struck on my left hip, bringing me back to my role, “Come on you fucking lazy cunt of a slut, get out of there and on to the next customer.” With that I turn toward the gate and quickly move out through the open hatch.

He ushered me from behind with his whip down the corridor some 15 metres where the next pen door was open and I quickly went in with my nose to the ground, as I crawled past him he leaned over and slapped my ass and grabbed my balls, squeezing painfully making me react, trying to wriggle free, I roll onto my back and squeezed my thighs to encourage him to release me. “Fucking stupid bitch, stop moving, settle down and let me play,” “but please sir you are hurting me, I’ll do as you want, please don’t hurt me like that.”

“Oh my god a whinging whiner, go on get inside and I’ll deal with you later.” I quickly got back on all fours and crawled into new straw filled pen. This one was larger and cleaner, but my new friend was considerably bigger, almost three times my size as he lay spread out on the floor. “Get over next to him, lick his prick for fucks sake, don’t just look at him.” Were my instructions. I approach him a little wary of his size, I moved my head towards his sleeping cock and posed my lips on his body and allowed my tongue to caress his pouch. I could feel it stir slightly and the tip starting to emerge, I encouraged it some more and soon had several centimetres of his thin whirly snake like prick out. The pig stirred, and I moved to offer my ass to him, he immediately accepted the offer, placing his front paws around my hips and placing his torso on my back. I had the sensation of his body completely overwhelming me, his prick was going all over the place, so I passed my hand between my legs to guide the twisted curly prick to my cunt, he forced penetration and after several frantic jerks into the depths of my ass, he was done.

My superb athletic body was starting to ache, as I crawled down the corridor humiliated and covered in pig’s spunk, piss and shit. My beautiful auburn mid length hair caked with drying excrement, but my humiliation was not finished. As we reached the end of the pig pens and into a larger barn area and I saw Mister John at the entrance with his camera clicking away. My teacher stopped me and told me to sit. He dropped his cotton slacks down to his knees and pointed his large long thick uncut cock at my face. “Take my cock in hand you worthless bastard.”

My hand was on his solid if placid cock and I instinctively grasped it tight and drew back the foreskin to show his head covered in cock cheese and release the smell of stale urine, he drew closer and I could see the thick forest of greying pubic hairs formed around his crotch. A powerful stream of golden urine started to flow from him and hit me in the face and on the nose, it was hot as it ran down my face and touched my lips, the smell filled my nostrils as I tasted the sour sweet strength of his elixir, my hand guiding his jet I pointed it all over my head and hair enjoying the sensation of total filthy public humiliation, hearing the camera in the background. He advanced and took my head between both his hands and forced it upwards towards his penis and thrust it to my lips, I opened my mouth and took his flow at the back of my throat trying to swallow but most was spilling out down my body, his cock head was now in my mouth, I could taste the granular white cheese on my tongue mixed with his urine. I shut my eyes to concentrate as his cock, although placid and not even close to erection was filling my mouth, I knew there was more to come. He withdrew to continue his pissing stream down my chest and onto my half erect cock.

“Now clean me up good and proper,” as his cock came back to my mouth. I made every effort to please him. He then turned around to offer me his thick round buttocks spread wide for me to lick clean his crack and hole.

For the first time in my life I was doing things I had never even imagined possible and as I progressed, I found a deep satisfaction in giving my body and soul to the service of my superiors.

In the large barn space, I was allowed to stand in the centre and given a bucket of clean water and small sponge, to clean myself up in front of the two men. When I was done a small donkey was brought in and handed to me to walk around with in front of the camera. As I dried off and gathered pace with the donkey I started to warm up and enjoy posing for pictures, my cock was getting excited again, jumping up and down.

“Good boy now get the donkey as horny as you are, dumb slut,” I didn’t quite know how to do that but used my basic intuition caressing its head and stroking its flanks and underbelly gradually making my way to its genitals. The animal seemed used to this and stood steady for me to work on him. After a couple of moments, I could feel his cock start to react in its shaft, as its large head appeared and as I insisted it grew longer and longer to almost a foot long, my fingers working its whole length and other hand concentrating on its head.

“On  your knees cunt and show this donkey you are his slave, I want to see his cum all over your slut face,” I dropped to my knees and placed myself just to one side and placed his long large oddly shaped head into my mouth, the taste was similar to that of my teacher’s but perhaps more salty sour, it was not uncomfortable and my hands were holding the full length as I tried to take more in my mouth.

The donkey’s cock was long and large, but I was determined to show my Masters what I could do, and how I knew to swallow cock. I kept my tongue low and tight to the bottom of my pallet, I breathed deeply through my nose and advanced slowly on this delicious cock, I felt it reach the rear of my throat and touch my tonsils, the most difficult part was getting through this stage, forcing myself to relax breath, I forced centimetre by centimetre passed my gullet, resisting the choking feelings and it was into my throat, I was elated at my success and continued deeper and deeper. My hands were working hard on the shaft as I withdrew from my mouth, I felt the animal quiver and felt the surge of sperm coming and then felt the hot abundant jet of donkey cum hit my forehead starting to trickle down my face, my hand on his prick felt the following squirts coming and I dropped my head and felt the warm wet cream fill my hair, my head was covered in his sperm that dripped down my neck.

Mister John and his friend seemed very pleased with my performance and that made me feel proud of what I had achieved. I stood up and feeling extremely dirty and sticky all over followed John back to the car where I was told to get into the boot. It was a fairly large boot and didn’t trouble me, so I settle in easily, content to go over in my mind my farm boy training.

The car drew to a halt after about 15minutes and several final complicated manoeuvres, I heard some muffled conversation between John and what I think was two other people. The boot opened and I saw a tall fat middle aged man with a well worn black tee shirt, scruffy long hair and a short goatee beard offering me a hand to get out.

We walked together through a metal door and down a narrow corridor into a small well-lit and apparently well-maintained sort of workshop that resembled in a lot of ways a hairdressing salon with black leather covered seats and benches in front of various mirrors, with a large number of images on the walls of various types and styles of tattoo. To one side was an en-suite bathroom with massage bench and shower and it was here that my new friend asked me to lie down.

The shower was turned on to allow for little more than a warm trickle to run over my chest. He poured body soap all over me and started to slowly clean me, rubbing backwards and forwards, inspecting every detail. “Turn over, my luv, there’s a pet. Good boy, nice body for a youngster. Pete our Master has left me a list of things he wants and I’m here to make sure he gets what he wants.”

“So, top of the list is a smooth body, so you need always to ensure there is no hair on your body. We are going to shave you down together then dry you off and apply epilation cream all over to take off any residual hair.”

“Then I will shave your head clean and total. Such a nice head of hair, I’m going to enjoy doing that.”

This news hit me like a brick, it was probably the thing that shocked me most, the thought of losing my hair, my chin trembled, and I started to cry and placed my hands over my face. “Please is that absolutely necessary?” I wept.

“Sorry pet, Masters orders, he likes all his special slaves bald and smooth. Better get used to it sonny.” As he continued nonchalantly to wash down my back taking particular care over the buttocks and hole.

“I also need to check your basics are functioning correctly and operate or dilate in accordance then, to finish I will give you your tattoos, slave number on the lower back and a “Pete’s slave” on your right cheek.”

“I hope you’re clear on all that and are not going to give me any problems. OK?”

“Yes,” I sniffled to myself, a tear lingering on my cheek, resigning myself to my destiny. I only now started to understand how I had been led, little by little into a life of submission and crossing the line to slavery. Perhaps I should try and see Mister John and get him to save me from these final brutal constraints.

“Please can I see Mister John, I don’t want to lose my hair and have tattoos, please can you take me to him or have him come here. Please.”

“I thought you’d say that Pet, they all do at some stage, I’ll give John a call and take you over to see him, but don’t blame me for any consequences, it’s all your own fault.”

With that he went next door and I heard him use the telephone. When he returned he simply asked me to follow him.

My mind was in a mess, trying to get a full grasp of what had happen since yesterday evening and now only 18 hours later reduced to slavery and my body being owned and controlled by a series of men all working for one Master Pete whom I had only met briefly on the forecourt of a filling station. I was losing hold of my life, my work, my rugby, my friends, my family everything.

Here was I naked and helpless my body aching from abuse, caning and fucked. My clothes have been burnt and I’ve abandoned my family and now feel a sense of panic as my life slips away from me. I cannot let this happen, get a grip of myself. My hands are trembling, my stomach is taut and my nerves tense, my heart racing and I feel so terribly naked and alone. How can I escape this situation into which I have been drawn and trapped? There appears no real way back and that is what frightens me. A sick and overwhelmingly depressive mood envelops me as I move to follow.

I fear my meeting with John and do not know what to expect as tears once again start to well up in my eyes. I’m telling myself to grow up and behave, act like a grown man an adult which just makes me feel worse.

I follow the large frame of my new playmate as close as possible out of the room and down the corridor about 30 metres until he knocks at a door on the right, from inside comes a loud and clear instruction to enter. He indicates for me to go in placing his hand on my left ass cheek as if to reassure me and then I open the door slightly and slipped into the well-lit room.

It was a small clean room with a small grey metal desk behind which was sat Mister John wearing his usual white shirt and black sweater and looking very official with a wad of paper in front of him a couple of pens and a short 40 centimetre pointed stick. 

The room smelled on sandalwood incense burning in one corner. There were large mirrors on the wall behind Mister John and what little light there was came from a wall socket dangling down the wall.

I felt so nervous, stood there naked wanting to get out.

“Slave Fay?” He said quietly as I stood in front of him “You are slave Fay?” He insisted.

“Yes, Mister John I am slave Fay.” I replied.

“You are Slave Fay. You belong to Master Pete?”

I knew then I was being drawn by my own admission into the trap, so I desperately tried to think my way out.

“Stand up straight and put your hands on your head as you’ve been taught.”

I instinctively reacted, straightening my back raising my arms and taking the pose, I had been taught. My body had been enslaved.

“You are Slave Fay. You belong to Master Pete?”

“Answer me Fay.!” He stood and moved around the desk towards me, I watched his every move as he came closer, I saw him pick up the pointer from the desk grasping it between his two hands.

“I’m Slave Fay and I belong to Master Pete.” My voice trembled as I heard myself say each word.

He was close to me now, coming around behind me, I could feel his breath on my neck as he whispered in my ear. “Yes, you are Master Pete’s slave, you belong to him, you are nothing else you have no other reason to be.”

“You are his slave and you will obey?”

“Tell me you will obey slave.” Hearing him so close almost touching me, his breath warming my ear, then his finger swept across my hip, “tell me you will obey,” my heart stopped as I heard my response, “Yes, yes, yes, Mister John I will obey.” It is as though I am in an hypnotic trance, incapable of refusing.

“There’s a good boy slave, you see how easy it is, your cock also agrees with you.” I was so angry at my own body’s betrayal.

“Now what have I heard that you have been crying Fay, I can see in your eyes you have shed a few tears, are you sad slave Fay?”

“Mister John, it was when that other man said he was going to shave my head and give me tattoos, you can’t let him do that to me please.?”

“Fay, you cannot cry or shed tears if your Master has not ordered it, so that is your first reason to be punished, secondly you are a slave and your hair does not belong to you anymore it belongs to your Master and finally that beautiful body is not yours it is your Master’s body and he will do as he pleases with it.”

I was now totally overcome with disappointment at his response and tears welled up again in my eyes.

“Don’t cry again Fay you will only make things worse,” It was so difficult for me as I struggled to control myself. “Kiss me Fay.” I turned to my side and threw back my head looking for his lips and tilted my head slightly to kiss his lips, they were warm and enticing, as they parted to let my tongue penetrate, I sensed he wanted a deep passionate kiss as we came closer and I now really wanted to be his and committed my body to him. His fingers ran several times through my hair as if caressing it for the last time.

Then he pulled away, “follow me,” he said and I turned to follow him and he led me back to the tattoo workshop and told me to behave and obey. Afterwards I will take you back to your cell or finish the night together.

This reassured me a little and I abandoned myself into the hands of this artisan. He started with clippers on my hair, I felt my hair dropping away over my shoulders and down my back, a tear running down my cheek.

Once the basic cut done came the close shave, shaving cream spread over my head and sideburns then slowly the razor shaved away each square inch of remaining hair. I didn’t dare look at myself in the mirror, such a strange sight, a bald me.

Various parts of my body were then covered with epilation cream, armpits, chest, abdomen, genitals, forearms, thighs, calves and feet also most special attention to my ass and cunt. After several minutes it started to burn and irritate. My body was then showered off from head to toe, washing away every last bit of body hair. What a peculiar feeling passing my hands over my bald head and arms and rubbing my legs together.

The next stage of preparation was to happen in the other part of the workshop and I thought would be more painful than the haircut. I was told to kneel on one bench and lean easily over the facing bench. Some rather cold liquid was spread over my lower back and soap and water applied to help with the stencil transfer onto my back I then heard the tattooist prepare his needles and ink behind me. More ointment is applied he suggests before starting that I take a nice deep slow breath as the needle starts, it is painful and I try desperately to keep my breathing steady, after a minute or so my skin seems to get used to the pain and it becomes easier to accept. I feel the needle moving steadily round my back and then once the slave number is finished he moves onto underline and complete the decorative support features, then his needle moves down the crack of my ass to form a small arrow. 

This tattoo finished he moves to my right cheek and goes through the same process adding a large circle about 6 cms and then some writing inside. All is complete, and the tattooist has me stand and takes a full-length picture which includes my face in the mirror. The tattoos are then dressed and covered, and I’m advised that Mister John will take on the aftercare service.

My body is now sore all over it is late evening and I look forward to getting back to my cell for some rest.

It was dark outside, I guessed around 9 p.m. as the tattooist takes me back to John’s car and helps me back into the boot. Now I am alone, and I can just let myself go, Releasing all the tension of my first day as a slave.

The car coughed into life and we moved away. I fell into a sort of half daze as the car pick up speed and before long the car came to a halt and I heard John open the gates and drive into the courtyard. The boot opened, and I saw John turn and walk away leaving me to get out of the car.

I climbed out and shut the boot then went to shut the gates. The night air was cool and felt good on my body sending a brief shiver down my spine, I walked slowly back to my cell making the most of the night air before relaxing on my small bed in my cell. Looking upwards through the glass ceiling I saw a light upstairs and Mister John watching me as I lay down on my stomach to avoid too much discomfort from my tattoo. The thought of him watching me, looking at the handy work of his tattooist on my beautiful pure faultless white skin aroused me as I rolled despite the pain to show him my now erect and excited cock. He was still there, I saw his face looking down on my body, he was seated on an armchair with a drink in his hand leaning forward for a better view.

The intercom buzzed rudely, and I heard my instruction “COME”. I jumped from my bed and took the key from the hook on the wall, opened the door and ran upstairs to take my position on the pedestal to pose.

He was still sat in the corner in the armchair over my cell, as soon as I was in place I watched him stand and move towards me posing his glass on the bar as he passed. Still dressed in black with a white shirt almost like a priest, he was tall and slim and quite handsome and walked sensually towards me, I dropped my gaze to avoid eye contact taking up my usual pose, my cock had decided to do the same.

This whole situation was so exciting and aroused me terribly, his fingertips were now gently tweaking my nipples that became hard and erect, my whole body was tense and expectant. He slipped his sweater off over his head and let it drop to the floor. He kick his shoes off to one side and I saw his fine toes and feet. His fingers worked to release the buttons of his cuffs then moved to undo the top button, Then the next revealing his fine neck down to his chest, the next button showed his abdomens fine white skin, he pulled the rest of the shirt out from his slacks and let it drop from his shoulders, he was thin with little muscle and his skin was white and faultless and large outstanding nipples which looked out of proportion in relation to the rest of his anatomy.

He stood now in his slacks and fidgeted in his pocket to remove a small key and placed it on the table. He unbutton the waist belt and slipped down the fly to show a stiff black leather mini brief that was shapeless and did not look at all comfortable, he took off his slacks and I watched him as he took them over to the bar and folded them carefully over the back of a barstool. I watched as he walked and saw he also had a tattoo exactly like mine on his lower back his body was also totally shaved, he looked so sexy and sensual except for those terrible black briefs he was wearing.

He was standing in front of me again and picked up the key from the table and handed it to me rather ceremoniously, “Our Master has allowed me to be free this night and I want you to free me from my chastity. Will you do that for me Fay?”

“Yes Mister John, of course,” I took the key as John turned and I saw the small padlock at the back of his briefs, I inserted the key turned the key and folded back the large stiff straps that held it in place revealing his preen white cheeks and a smart tattoo which read “Pete’s slave”.  The contraption dropped to the floor with a clash as I stroked his tattoo, he turned and to my dismay I saw his large thick cock inside a solid stainless-steel cage held in place by the same type of padlock. The cage looked too small for his size of cock, it covered his balls and cock. I leaned forward and touched it looking to see how it worked or came to pieces, “please just take the padlock off and I’ll help you remove it but don’t excite me it can be painful,” he whispered in my ear.

The padlock opened easily, and I worked to free what turned out to be a long, large and thick uncut cock, which like his nipples seemed to out of proportion with the rest of his body.

He let me fondle his cock for a while, it really amazed me to see it and feel it in my hands. It hung to half the length of his thigh and the foreskin was loose and long covering a very pronounced head. It was as thick as small tree trunk and his balls hung down a good four inches. This guy was just so awesome, I could not believe my eyes or stop staring at him. His ultimate action was to take off his wig and hand it to me. He too was a slave just like me, now I felt so much better deep inside and proud to be Master Pete’s slave too.

He walked over to the shower looking so hot swinging his ass, I could see his cock swaying from right to left it was so beautiful, as I returned to my pose on the pedestal.

We watched each other from a distance, I was obsessed with his magnificent cock that hung so beautifully between his thighs with that well shaped bell head covered with supple foreskin it had placed some hypnotic spell on me I could think of nothing else. It is all I have ever wanted and yearned for, but would he let me close to it, to touch it, caress it, embrace it, care for it…

He finished his shower and was drying off, continuing to watch me. He dropped his towel and walked towards me again and lay himself on his side along the couch in front of me spreading his legs and started stroking himself gently the length of his cock, I saw the body of his cock react with a jerk as it began to harden and expand the foreskin was tightening and the bell head making a way for itself poking out from under the foreskin cover. What a spectacle. My own meagre cock started to react in consequence as I changed position.

He intimated for me to come down from my pedestal and kneel beside him, placing myself directly in front of his almost erect cock, my hands on my knees and eyes still fixed on the spectacle before me.

“You may embrace my cock Slave but do it slowly and do it well or I shall punish you.”

I did not need to be prompted and approached my head keeping my hands on my knees, my lips opened over the tight full bell head that offered itself to me, it was smooth and warm like silk slightly moist with a taste of salt cream, it tasted good as I licked it all around, turning my mouth around it, I managed to take it in my mouth. My tongue worked hard on his bell finding the very sensitive split where the foreskin attaches at the back to send the tip my tongue into every crevices and fold of this wonderful monster. I let it settle then pulled away and back again developing quantities of saliva to spread, pushing my tongue through his urethra separating his head, my lips clasped firmly around the head. Back and forth his bell head was my one fixation and I was exulting in every movement.

His extravagant cock was now solidly erect and was rock hard and rigid like a staff, I raised my hands from my knees and placed them gently on the beast, one at the base and the other just above, the girth was larger than my grip and my hands had enough space under the bell head. I held on to it, moving it around like a large toffee apple in my mouth, it throbbed in my hands feeling heavy and wieldy, his perfectly smooth body and balls exaggerated the impression of this monster cock that felt so good in my hands.

I knew in my mind that I had to take all this cock, all the way in mouth and cunt and I knew it was going to be awesome, I was so excited and if this is what slavery means then I’m a slave and my tearful episode this afternoon was pushed to the back of my mind.

Trying to deep throat this hunk of meat was going to be a challenge but one I was desperate to take on. Holding with both hands I pushed my mouth over the bell and moved slowly down his rigid staff, lubricating as much as possible on the way, he was at the entrance to me gullet and I was controlling my breathing through the nose and flattening my tongue to my lower pallet, his cock was stretching my mouth and I felt the pressure increase steadily on my throat, it was good to feel him, his bell head passed my throat and I continued to entice it to penetrate deeper and deeper, my breathing through my nostrils was good and steady, I felt really relaxed and managed to control any instinct to gag, this was great at halfway I opened my eyes to see his abdomen getting closer and closer, at last a final push and my nose was against his pubic mound, I was still good and tried to hold my position, then to swallow and tighten my throat around his cock, entice an orgasm, I pulled slowly back then thrust forward again to pound my face into his stomach, it was ecstasy, I was so proud to be there.

Then he held my head and withdrew, the pulled my face to his face and kissed my deeply and passionately, I think he was happy with his new recruit.

I was so confident now knowing I could take his large cock, I wanted to taste his juice and feel his orgasm inside me, he had a talent for knowing just what was going through my head and pushed my head back to his cock but this time it wasn’t me in control it was him and his two hands controlling the process, I had time only to calm myself and relax my throat and breathing as he positioned his hands around my ears to the back of my head, placed his cock on my lips and thrust into my willing mouth, a push further he was in my gullet and one withdrawal then a thrust forward and constant pressure until my face was again in his pubic mound, twice more and I felt his cock throbbing violently and the pressure from his hands holding me to him and his juice was pumping down his shaft into me, he moaned loudly and thrust into me with all his force until his climax was achieved, I remained still for several instants before slowly withdrawing and cleaning up behind me.

It was such pleasure handling and playing with his toy I just couldn’t leave it alone as John tried to doze off. He flicked me away like a fly, but I would continue trying to touch his inspiring cock.

The telephone rang, and John jumped abruptly to spring across the room to answer it before it rang a second time, “Hello, Yes Master… I’m here with him now, he’s doing well and settling in after his first day of slavery Master.” “Thank you Master, yes he has reacted well and commits to his duty well, he worked well at the farm, has his tattoo and body shave and knows well how to suck my cock Master…”

“Tomorrow I meet his mother again and pick up the rest of his things…” “yes Master I’ve talked to her Five times on the phone already and she is receptive, quite easy to manipulate and obedient…. Well Master I have her waiting on my calls, I know exactly when her husband is out of the house and on my last call, she says she’s prepared to pose in a bikini for me Master…  of course, I will get something compromising Master…”

“Master the boy should be good for market in time, I understand we have some interested parties Master?”

“Thank you Master, I will give him some food now and settle him down for the night with a butt plug medium as a starter…. Yes Master…. I will Master…. I am your most devoted slave and pay you homage Sir.”

I had returned to my pose position and had followed the one ended discussion from a distance and was excited by Mister John’s devotion to his Master showing reverence in every respect, but I didn’t quite grasp the sense of underlying fear.

Somehow, I didn’t relate to the part about my mother as it took time to sink in. My mother is a striking, attractive woman in her early forties who like dressing up, going to the cinema, or dancing and she liked a drink from time to time she is also very chatty and loves to hear and share the village gossip. I thought Mister John and I were going to pick up my things together.

It was now around 11 p.m. I guessed, and I was getting tired from a long and eventful day, as John hung up and turned to me making a sign for me to join him.

We embraced, and my hand slid up his thigh to find his awesome cock, and my other hand holding his neck pressing his lips to mine…” now we need to put some ointment on that tattoo of yours, get you a bite to eat and get you ready for the night.” Smiled Mister John as he slipped into a pristine white thong that hugged perfectly his sexual organs and a black skin-tight singlet and slipped into some black leather slip-on slippers. He looked so sensual as he tied my two thumbs together with a cable tie, “ouch!” I said lightly, “that’s a bit tight.” I continued. “It’s just for a bit until we get downstairs, don’t fuss my little Fay, have confidence in Mister John, he’s not going to hurt you, you do believe me now don’t you Fay?” he whispered in my ear.

“Tell me you believe me Fay, tell me twice, now, slowly and clearly,” I repeated slowly and clearly twice.

 

We went downstairs together to the “workshop” area as he called it, with the lights blazing, Mister John immediately dressed my tattoos and confirmed that they seemed to be healing well. He walked me to the centre of the room below a beam and chain block, placed wrist straps on then released my thumbs and connected the straps between them, this was quickly attached to the hook on the chain block and John tugged violently on the chain to quickly raise the hook and my wrists with it.

I was suspended off the floor by some 40cms, ankle straps were attached and a 1mtr long spreader bar placed between my ankles. The position was not uncomfortable, but it left me extremely vulnerable. Mister John had brought some cold sausage that he fed me slowly while playing with my balls, I loved to feel his hands on me. He continued feeding me small pieces of sausage with his fingers pushing each morsel into my mouth and onto my tongue, leaving me to suck the sauce from his lingering fingers. Sometimes he would tease me by placing the morsel in the side of my mouth along the gum and the cheek, or push the morsel directly down my throat. Drinking was a sensual mystery using right angle spout and funnel, the spout was about 10cms long and 4cms wide with a rubber mouthpiece and was placed into my mouth and strapped around my neck then a small reservoir and funnel piece were fitted to the end. I soon realised that whatever went into the funnel and reservoir had no other option but to go down my throat.

Water and beer was on tonight’s menu with John giving me a small glass of water, a good pint of bitter beer and a large dose of whisky in rapid succession making me feel quite tipsy.

Feeding time was over and time to get ready for bed as John put it, starting with a large hard leather collar which held my head straight and rigid on my neck and to stretch my neck, this was strapped from the back and carried a number of rings to attach ties and leads to. Not uncomfortable but made moving the head very difficult.

Nipple clamps and connection chain were next with minor weights attached, these were set quite tights and were painful to start and made my titties very sensitive.

The butt plug was just a small to medium size for my first night, but John promised to dilate my cunt as quickly as possible to get me fisted within a few days. This was fun as John loved to caress my butt cheeks and lube my cunt hole deliberately giving my hole a good fuck before leaving the plug in place for the night.

His hands now moved down to my semi erect cock playing with the foreskin before drawing it back as far as it would go, but he noticed that it was still attached to the head and would need a quick operation to release the foreskin completely. I could not see precisely what he was up to due to my neck collar, but I felt some ointment go on that seemed to numb the sensation in my cockhead and then a quick and solid jerk on my cock before cleaning away some blood. Mister John had taken what remained of my innocence.

The next item was two ½ kgs ball stretchers that John placed firmly and tightly on my ball sack and whose weight was drawing down on my balls and foreskin.

Mister John decided on one last item in preparation for my first night as a slave, that was my first meat plug and cockring combined, he showed me the stainless-steel contraption and how it worked, because I would not be able to see it being applied and inserted. I felt his expert fingers squeeze and open the urethra and insert the small bulb end of the 15cms rod and slowly turn and push it down the full length of my penis giving a very warm tickly sensation at the base then the cockring was placed over my bell-head and tightened and fixed to the meat plug.

However obviously John was not quite ready to put me to bed as he strolled over to the end of the workshop to pick up a very long and very thin blueish tinted fibre glass fishing rod. At least 2,5m long of which the last 10cms were frayed and split and on the other end a sort of rope handle. As he walked closer I heard the swish and swirl as he gave a few practice strokes. I was totally helpless, my body was stretched, dilated, squeezed and abused all over and my accumulated fatigue and the alcohol I had been forced to drink was now adding up to too much, and I beg for release, crying to Mister John to help me and let me sleep, tears were welling up in my eyes as I continued to plead.

My cries fell on deaf ears as he strapped around my mouth and forced in a ping pong ball sized gag. The tears were now running down my face as I sobbed and snorted. Then felt the tip of his stick running up and down between my thighs, my pitiful situation becoming more and more evident to me just distressed me further and the tears pouring from my eyes, a sentiment of fear and almost panic but I could do nothing but whimper in the hope of mercy. The triangle former by my crotch, my legs and the spreader bar between my ankles was now the playground for Johns new toy, ringing the dinner gong, the pain was most intensive in the legs just above the ankle straps where there was just enough space to swing the tip with some force, and then of course from the crotch to the spreader bar giving swipes at my stretched balls. He was so obviously enjoying my torture as I caught glimpses of the enormous bulge in his white thong that had difficulty containing his excitement.

Another six wipes across the shoulder blades causing me to twitch violently at each stroke, I was on the verge of fainting when he finally decided to let me down. My hands were unhooked and the gag around my mouth removed allowing him to hold my head in a long embrace over my sore wet lips and saliva soaked chin, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, then grasping my nostrils preventing me from breathing, I shook my body aggressively to shake him away but with no force I felt my body give in and start to collapse. When I came to, with the whiff of glue under my nose I was lying in a heap under the chain block unable to move my hands as my wrists were attached to my collar.

“Get up and go HOME!” was all I heard now as I rolled over to try and raise myself using my elbows and knees, feeling the weights on my nipples stretching and my balls swinging backwards and forwards I struggled desperately to get into the upright position on my knees, then a supreme effort to bring the centre of gravity of my body far enough back to throw myself up from the kneeling position up to standing.

The spreader was difficult to manipulate and painful on my ankles as I tried to turn and manoeuvre my way back to my cell. “Not that way,” he shouted, “take the long way around!” this was going to make the pain last longer and accentuate my frustration.

He was filming and taking photos all the time, taking particular care to capture the suffering on my face and the tears streaming down my cheeks. I couldn’t help sobbing again and immediately he noticed the gag was strapped back in my mouth.

Shuffling step by painful step, swinging from my left foot to my right foot achieving steps of 15 to 20cms each time, my balls stretching and swinging in distress with a deep throbbing pain in my balls at each step.

My suffering only exacerbated by Mister John’s whip hand assailing my back and thighs insisting that I move more and more quickly. My nipples stretching and my concentration to keep my butt plug in place and my cock bouncing up and down with meat plug and cockring making their presence felt.

My neck was fixed and rigid making head movements impossible, I was ready to collapse I finally got back to my cell and stood in front of my bed.

“Sit down slave Fay.” I obeyed without hesitation. He removed my gag then sat down beside me.

“A slave only exists through his Master. Repeat after me I AM MY MASTERS SLAVE.”

“Now keep repeating that to out loud, so that I can hear until I go out the door.

I began repeating “I AM MY MASTERS SLAVE” closing my eyes and trying to push the pain, suffering and humiliation to the back of my mind and think of nothing else but my duty to my MASTER.

“Now you can put yourself to bed and I will lock your cell door. I will wake you for your exercise’s tomorrow morning at 6:00a.m. Good night slave Fay.

I carried on with my repetition until I saw him leave through the door to go upstairs, then with considerable relief I lay down on my poorly sprung camp bed looking up through the glass roof to the playroom upstairs. Aching all over, I could not resist the temptation to whimper and try to close my eyes and cry myself to sleep. The lights went off and the only source of light was from upstairs through the skylight, as my eyes opened again, I had a blurred vision of Mister John lying stretched out on the glass floor facing me wearing a skimpy bright flowery blue, pink and yellow two-piece bikini. From the bottom piece comprising a tiny triangle held in place by a pink ribbon strap tied on either side in a bow knot, and him with his enormous cock and hanging out of the side. The matching top just covering his nipples and ribbons tied around the neck and back. Very, very sensual. My cock sprang into action regardless of the discomfort and I heard the intercom switch on and Mister John spoke low and slow to me looking for my response, “Fay are you happy to be your Masters slave?” I responded immediately “Yes, I am happy to be my master’s slave, I AM MY MASTERS SLAVE!”

“Do you like what I’m wearing Fay?”

“Yes, Mister John it’s very exciting and I love your cock.”

“That’s good Fay because I’m taking your mother to the farm tomorrow and she is going to be posing for a few photos for me wearing this very bikini. You are so pleased about that aren’t you Fay?”

I was speechless….” Fay, FAY, did you hear me?”

“I hear you Mister John, yes I’m pleased about it.” I stammered trying to hold back my emotions.

“Yes, slave you are pleased about it, of course you are because if you weren’t your mother might well become a very hard-working slut whore at my disposal in less than 2 days.”

“What say you slave?”

“I am my master’s slave.” I answered trying to avoid direct committal about my mother.

“Not good enough Slave, you want your mum to show her hairy cunt to every man that wants it…don’t you slave? Now say that nice and loud to prove to me what an obedient slave you are, or else….”

I could resist no longer, and I cried as I replied, “I want my mum to show her hairy cunt to every man that wants it.”

“Very good Slave, now what else do you have to say, think of something nice to say about your mum wearing this bikini at the farm tomorrow, be inventive and horny…”

I paused slightly to think but John never gave me the time, shouting down the intercom for a response.

“I…I don’t really know Mister John; my mum isn’t like that…I don’t know what to say…”

“Think of something now that is so dirty and depraved, or I’ll come down there directly to give you the thrashing of your life…I’ll give you three seconds….” John started to count, and my mind was clutching at ideas.

“My mum should be stripped naked in the forest and made to fuck with a wolf!” I managed to at last come up with before he reached the count of three a little relieved.

“Well done slave now another one…quickly”

“She should be fucked by a gang of monkeys.”

“Now, now, slave you need to elaborate more…. What was she wearing? Where is she… how many monkeys.”

A pause then “I think you want me to come down and beat you while I’m wearing your mother’s bikini. Don’t you slave?”

“No Mister John, she’s wearing a thin cotton dress and there are ten monkeys in a tiny cage with her and she’s being fingered in all her holes, by all of them.”

“OK then slave enough for tonight, think on that and we’ll call your mother tomorrow morning at 6a.m. and confirm everything with her and I’ll play her back the recording of your voice…. ha, ha, ha I’m sure she’ll be so happy to hear you.”

My night was anxious and my sleep fitful trying to get into comfortable positions to sleep and thinking through how John had manipulated me and taken full mental control of me and a body that was no longer mine. There was no apparent way out, I knew now that I should forget my previous life and commit to a new non-life as it now evolved. My mind and body belong to my new Master Pete, I AM MY MASTERS SLAVE. My memories slip away, no longer serving purpose and hope drains away for the future.

How can I now engage and please my new Master to ensure he is happy and content, how do I achieve maximum satisfaction for him. What does he want from me?

He likes a silky-smooth body all over, he wants my holes accessible and easy, deep throat well mastered and without hesitation and full descent to the absolute hilt and beyond. He likes to discipline and control I must crave his punishment and solicit his domination.

I must worship him above all else and submit to his every whim.

I AM MY MSTERS SLAVE, is becoming engraved on my psyche and sub-conscience.

The lights flash on as I stir from a perturbed sleepless night, and the intercom reminds me it is 6’o clock in the morning. Surprisingly I have a healthy erection and I’m dying for a pee. I stagger to roll out of bed and piss into the bucket under my sink, a solid flow comes out of the end of the meat plug into the plastic a nice clear yellow jet and continues for what seems like forever.

Mister John strolls into the workshop in the bikini he was wearing last night and looking very sexy he unlocked my cell and gently removed the spreader bar and releasing my ankles, then the ball stretchers, the meat plug oh such a relief, the nipple clamps fall away leaving the tips extremely sensitive to touch then his fingers pry to remove the butt plug that I feel slowly withdraw with noises of shit and fart and release of the sphincter Humm and John brings the sweet smell of shit under my nose and forces it into my mouth for cleaning which I do with visible delight that seems to please him very much.

Then the bucket of my own piss is poured delicately over my shaven head for my first shower of the day.

With my collar and wrists still attached we walk upstairs together and over to the bar where he hands me the telephone “you will now call your mother and tell her that I will come by to pick up your things at one ‘o clock that she is to help you by packing your things and giving them to me because you cannot come home today but if she comes with John she can see me here or something similar. Then you will tell her that I’ve been nice to you and that she must do as she’s told, and you’ll see her later. OK? Understood,” I nodded agreement and he dialled the number.

The conversation went well, and mum made no difficulties agreeing to do as I asked and meet John later in the day. She asked to speak with John, but I just explained that he was in the shower and would call back later. She also asked if John had asked after her and what he was like she thought he sounded kind and gentle and he ask to take her photo that seemed so gallant of him. I agreed with her and suggested she could have every confidence in him and her cooperation would help me considerably in my new job with his company. She reassured me by confirming she would do everything she could to help me. The call concluded with her reminding me to ask John to call her back.

Mister John, who had heard the whole conversation had an enormous smile on his face and told me he was very happy with me, leaning over to kiss me, I felt so proud to have pleased him and given him just what he wanted.

“Now I’m going to call your mother back and you are going to suck my cock while I talk to her.”

I knelt in front of him with a little difficulty as my wrists were still attached to my collar and my mouth closed on his cock hanging out of the bikini bottom, his hand placed on my shaved head guiding my mouth and lips.

 

“Hello Jean this is John here, have to excuse me I was naked under the shower creaming and shaving myself down, how are you this lovely morning great to hear your voice again, what are you wearing?” after a slight pause he continued “Oh Jean don’t worry your head about that your son has just gone out to walk the dogs, so what have you decided to wear today when I come to fetch you…. Hmm sounds lovely, and underneath? ….. but that’s the most important part…. Don’t forget you promised to pose for me in a bikini that I’ve chosen specially for you…. yes of course just you and me…as already promised Jean… I have it with me already you will simply adore it… and I’ve rented a nice little spot for a great photo shoot you’ll love it, it’s so quaint…. “

My head was working slowly in up to the hilt and out onto the tip of the bulging head, my throat getting into the habit of swallowing this monster cock, I heard the conversation continuing above….

“Yes, it’s so quaint, a farm in the forest the owner is a friend of mine and often rents it out to me for photo shoots. Philip has been there with me already and I took some excellent photos of him wearing some tight silk shorts he looked so sexy and you can see he’s a real man…”   he continued “yes of course I’ll show them to you, you will be so proud. I keep trying to get him to pose for me naked but he’s so reluctant, why don’t you try and persuade him for me.” “What are you telling me he was caught running around with no clothes on when he was just a boy of ten, wow a born exhibitionist, OK then you should be able to make him pose for me…. Great then I’ll have him call you when he comes back. Thanks Jean, see you later.”

“So, slave you are a born exhibitionist since you were ten, a real born slut just destined to become the slave you are,” with that he stood and fucked my face hard and long and pumped his juice way down into the bottom of my throat.

“Now ring your mother back she has something to ask you…”

I stood and took the phone as John dialled the number, “Hello mum it’s me again John tells me you wanted to ask me something?”

“Yes, Son I just wanted to be sure everything is OK between you and John, only he tells me you pose for photos for him, but you don’t like certain poses where you have to take your clothes off. Is that right son? “

“Yes, mum that’s right I thought I shouldn’t, but he’s been so kind to me and I’m sure it will make him really happy and he doesn’t mind being naked in front of me, so I think I’ll accept if that’s OK with you?”

 “Yes, Son that’s fine don’t worry about it, he may want you to do other things as well and he is such a nice man I think we can let him have his way hmm what do you say Son?”

“OK mum that’s great, he will be so happy when I tell him.”

“Good son now, you’ve already seen him with no clothes on?” “Yes mum, most of the time at home. Why?” she continued “well it’s just to know, he must be quite nice?” “well yes I suppose he is, he is very long and big down there.” “Oh, son you are a tease. Look after yourself. Bye.”

John had a beaming smile across his face he was just so happy at what had just happened “now I have her, now, she’s mine for the taking, you were wonderful slave, you and I are going to work wonders.” And he kissed me for so long and deeply. “Now let’s take that collar off and release your hands and put some ointment on your tattoos.”

He slipped out of the bikini and showed his cock to me as if teasing me to take it again.

“Come here on your knees and worship my cock you slut slave.” I wanted to please him again and was on my knees instantly bowing to his cock, “Right, jerk me off and swallow my juice you bitch, my bitch, me cum pump, you make me so hard I’m going to fuck your face until its full.”

My emotions were under control and I felt that I was satisfying my Mister John.

I grasped his rigid cock with both hands and slowly wanked his superb cock steadily maintaining a regular rhythm and caressing his bell head with my lips and tongue, he was enjoying it I could feel as he stretched himself and raised his pelvis up and down. I felt his body start to tremble and harden he was quivering and then his cock exploded spurting his juice strong and hot into my face going up my nose before I could control it correctly and direct it straight into my mouth to catch the remaining spurts, the taste was sublime slightly salty and sticky slimy as I washed it round my mouth before running my tongue over and through it finally swallowing tasting it slip down my throat over my tonsils. Delicious, I must have more, as I tried to encourage more and clean off the rest.

Mister John was in a good mood this morning and life was going to be better for me too. “Better get your daily exercises done and take a shower you have two hours.

My exercises were clear a 10kms run around the forest area first thing from 6 to 7 a.m. then fixed exercises on the benches and floor, sit-ups, bounces, pumps, step ups, weights and general gym workout. All done naked of course except for the run that I did in a pair a flannel shorts and trainers. Wouldn’t really have mattered anyway there was never anyone on the circuit through the woods and moorland.

I always feel good after my daily routine followed by a good hot shower, but today was slightly different in so much as my time under the shower was spent, shaving and cleaning inside and out which took up the rest of my time.

Time’s up and I’m ready in my cell HOME lying down looking up through the glass ceiling, reflecting on my situation having recovered from my general depression during my first 24 hours of slavery. Whilst it had been difficult in parts and painful in other there was nothing, I wasn’t capable of putting up with and I had learned a great deal about myself and the limits to which I would go. It was 10 o’clock in the morning my tattoos were better, and my naked body was in perfect trim. I believe I’m getting bored, I thought.

Mister John was watching me from above passing across the glass floor from time to time to keep an eye on me. I dozed off for a while and woke to hear John come into the workshop dressed in his tight thin yellow slacks that moulded so well to his sensual body and showed his bulging sex off as if transparent,  shaping so well his bell head half way down his thigh, and then that tiny red singlet that revealed his waist and belly button, “Mister John, you look so good, please can I suck your cock, please let me have your juice?” I begged, “No, Fay I am going out now to meet your mother and pick up your things, while I’m gone, you will work on that cunt of yours with this butt plug,” he handed me a long large black rubber butt plug much bigger than the previous one then added,” make sure it’s in by the time I return.” He walked over to the small kitchen area and opened and emptied a can into a stainless-steel bowl and took a six pack of large beers out of the fridge then brought it all over to me, sliding the bowl under the door and the can of beer he rolled under the door one after the other. “You get all that finished and clean, and work your nipples too, bitch, cock is for dessert after a good caning you deserve, now kiss my feet slave.” He kicked off his sandals and I sucked each and every toe individually as if they were his cock. After 5 minutes he took my cell key off its hook on the wall and walked away then I heard him get into the car and drive away.

I had some food he left me in a dog bowl, simple cold green beans and I struggled to get through the six large stout beers he left and felt bloated and drunk by the time I’d finished, pissing regularly and stumbling around my cell in a drunken stupor before collapsing on my bed for a couple of hours 

I didn’t see John again until early evening just as the sun was going down and he invited me upstairs to join him with the cane. I was still in an alcoholic trance as I bent over to get in position, but it was proving to be more difficult than I thought. Grasping my ankles and standing still without moving was a real challenge and John was losing patience.  I received my first stroke straight across my buttocks and shouted out “STROKE 1,” the caning was painful but the alcohol was helping to support the pain so I asked John to please continue, “I need to be disciplined Mister John, please cane me again,” he did not need to be asked twice and struck again. The pain was sharper and more even, “STROKE 2” I shouted and so on until we reached 5 strokes and my buttocks were surely bright red by now. “Well, slave I suppose you would like another stroke?” he questioned, I knew now the answer he wanted, and I replied simply “yes Mister John I need another stroke please.” The last and final stroke came across my lower back just below my tattoo and was the most painful of all.

“That butt plug is good for you, its suits your cunt so you’ll wear all the time until the next size up.

After we lay together on a couch and he made me drink some whisky with him, and I sucked his cock and listened to every detail of his afternoon with my mum.

He arrived at the house just after one o’clock and let himself in using my key, being careful not to disturb anything and hoping to creep up on Jean, who was, as he had expected, upstairs getting ready and preparing my things. He watched her through the banister rails as she looked at herself in the long mirror in the bedroom, she was wearing a light white cotton dress that clung to her body and was quite transparent showing her ample breasts and showed the line of her bra and the line of her oversize knickers and shapely bum. She ran her hands gently over her body and liked what she saw in the mirror, she span around so her dress flew up and showed her fine legs and thighs. He stood watching her for several minutes feeling his cock stiffen as she moved around in front of him unaware of his presence. His cock was tightly held by his small sized slacks, but his bulge was growing significantly.

Finally drawing her attention, he whispered “hello Jean, nice to see you.” that made her jump, surprised that he had been able to get in the house without knocking, then realised he must have taken the key from her son. “Goodness, how long have you been there watching me?” she asked. He replied with a smile and a wink “Oh, quite long enough and you are a fine-looking woman.” She smiled back and blushed slightly. He walked up to the landing to join her and to pick up my things. She asked after me and wanted to know if I was OK.

John explained to me with a certain delight, how he had stood in front of her with his hands on his hips fingering his belly button and watching her eyes move feverishly up and down his body finally fixing her stare on his hardening cock. He then had said to her “Jean what’s wrong, do I have a stain, are my flies open?” She was so visibly embarrassed that he made the most of the situation. I am so terribly sorry Jean I didn’t mean to upset you.”

After a slight pause Jean gather her calm and was able to look up at him again straight in the eyes, then he seized his opportunity and raised his voice and assumed control of the situation, ordering her directly to turn around to show him the dress, then he barked for her to come closer to him and without realising it she was letting him dominate her, she took one step forward. From that moment forward he knew he had won the struggle for domination.

She took another step towards him and he was able to place his hand on her neck and run his hands through her hair, she closed her eyes slightly and tilted her head towards his hand, he knew then that she had abandoned herself to him.

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He encouraged her to simply raise her dress and show him her legs as she had done just a couple of minutes before in front of the mirror.

She did as he had told her and raised her dress to mid-thigh, he complimented her simply on her legs and then took out the bikini that he wanted her to pose in suggesting she try it on for size and comfort.

She took the two pieces from him and turned to walk away to the bedroom, and he waited for her on the landing, an instant later she returned bare foot with the bikini tied and fitting her perfectly. He told her how superb she looked and had her walk around him to show off to him. “Come here, let me adjust it for you.”

He adjusted the rear by slipping his fingers just down her crack and grasping the material and pulling up the waist band and so dropping the front to a maximum just above her hair line. She let him adjust and retouch everything without shying away, he re-tied her neck strap adjusting slightly her ample tits then ran his fingertips along the hem line of her cheeks till it was in just the right position, turning her slightly to check the front pubic line was exactly where he wanted it. “That’s perfect for now,” he smiled, “just go and put on a nice pair of black high heels for me.”

He watched as she returned to her room and bent over to rummage in her wardrobe for her shoes, she found the ones she wanted, a pair of fine black leather stiletto heels, then she stood and turned to him for approval  

“Oh, and thanks for talking to your son, he posed for me just as you suggested, and I got some beautiful pictures of him fully naked. He is a fine young man with a beautiful body, you must be very proud of him?”

“Slip your dress over the top and we’ll make a move to the photo shoot.” He picked up the hold-all with my things and moved down the stairs and out to the car. She was dithering in the lounge when he returned, unable to decide to wear a coat or not.

He once again took control telling her to forget it, she was fine just like that.  

The car moved off and out onto the forest road that would lead them to the farm photo shoot. After a few moments he pulled up into a small lay by and told her quite abruptly that on reflection she should take off her dress and just wear the bikini, she was surprised and little dismayed, but he insisted again and even started to unbutton her top, she agreed to do it, and slowly pulled the dress up over her head so now just wearing the delightful little bikini. The dress was picked up and he rolled it into a ball threw it on the floor next to him and pushed it under his seat. He looked her over once or twice and again readjusted the waistline trying to hide a couple of rebellious pubic hairs that had escaped. That’s great he said then added you just need to spread your legs a bit and that’ll be fine, she obeyed without hesitation, and they moved off again.  She placed her hands awkwardly on her knees trying to occupy them, but he didn’t want that, as it spoiled his view, so he ordered her to place her hands behind her neck and once again she obeyed without question.

 

He could see that she was under his control, she shivered a little and tried hard to keep her thighs apart, her apprehension or fear was tangible as they advance across the woodland roads.

She tried vainly to make conversation, but he told her sternly to be quiet, you can see I’m driving. Then she let her hands slip from behind her neck and he called her to order. Telling her that it was best if she does as she’s told for this photo shoot or, otherwise he stood to lose a major contract, and she must understand that. With which she agreed and confirmed she would do her best.

Then again, with the cool temperature she started to shiver slightly and brought her thighs together for warmth, and he told her not to change position. He was bringing her increasingly under his control.

He moved his hand to her and adjusted her bra, brushing his fingers over her breast her nipples were hardening, he liked what he saw.

They drew up at the farm and drove into the courtyard with the dog on a chain barking at them and he parked just beside him as if to frighten her and stop her moving from the car. He put on some rubber boots he had behind him, got out not forgetting to pick up her dress on the way taking it with him. He went to pick up his photo gear from the boot and continued over to the barn to set up. After a couple of minutes he returned and opened the door for her to get out even though she was afraid of the dog, she slipped out in bare feet onto the muddy path and slid along the side of the car to close the door, the dog barked at her, she screamed slightly, and he told her to simply stand still, hands on her head, and wait until the dog went away and he grabbed the dogs chain and pulled him back from her and allowed her to move towards the barn. She had difficulty to step in the mud and stumbled slightly, but she made it safely over to the barn and he released the dog and followed her. He very cleverly made it impossible for her to return to the car without him and locked it, for good measure.

He found her rinsing her feet in a bucket of water she’d found to one side. So, he let her finish then called for her to join him in the centre of the barn, encouraging her, telling how good she looked, and he had the hots for her, drawing her attention to the bulge in his slacks. She laughed nervously but smiled cutely at him and licked her lips slowly and fully.

“She was really hot by now,” he told me, I could see her swinging her hips and bobbing her tits up and down, she just loved that bikini, and believe me Slave boy I know a good slut when I see it.”

Mister John was intent on humiliating me as much as possible, explaining to me each detail of his domination of my own mother with the intent to turn her into a high turnover exploitable all purpose multitask sex whore.

“So, what do you think happened next slave boy?” I understood what he wanted from me as his slave and I responded, “Mister John, what I think happened is that you put her through the pig pen like me.”

“Oh no, slave slut nothing so quick and enjoyable, no slave, this deserves better treatment and total cerebral control, without the possibility to escape. She is already a little anxious, and frightened but I will bring her, with her own consent and at her own request to do things you won’t believe, and she will do it with a smile.”

He served me, yet another large glass of whisky and I was kneeling between his thighs as he held his cock up nice and straight, “give me blow job, nice, slow and easy, put your hands on my hips and then give it head and to the hilt. Make me proud slut, there is nothing in this world more important than the blowjob you are going to give my cock right now and you will time it to last for another couple of hours.”

He continued the vivid account of his afternoon.

That bikini looked so good on her as she came closer and she had such obvious pleasure in wearing it, strutting around fingering the hem and straps continually adjusting the waistband and the bra. Standing bare feet in the hay and mud looked so innocent and sensual. Her dark auburn hair flowed over her shoulders as she played with it, he told her to gather it at the back and tie it off to show off her fine neck.

He walked around her adjusting once again her bra, undoing the necktie to adjust it to the right length, she grasped her breasts by reflex, but he whispered in her ear telling her never to do that again, it was very naughty and made him angry, you will be a nice decent obedient girl for me. Now tell me you understand that. She raised her hands to her neck again and confirmed to him that she understood. Jean, please tell me that it will not happen again, ever. I need to know he insisted.

He boasted to me “you see she needs to know who is in control and feel guilty if she does not do as she’s told. Slave boy! stay longer at the hilt and swallow, yes, I like that you bitch whore.”

 

So now he spent some time adjusting the neck strap, raising it and lowering it to see the effect, her nipples were getting firmer and erect, he encouraged that by sweeping his hands over her as if by accident.

The back strap he loosened allowing her breasts to sink a little and show slightly below the material. He adjusted the bra cups then his hands moved down to the lower piece, The front waistband had a tendency to come up a little so he passed his hands around the back and passed his fingers into the lower hems on either side to pull them backwards drawing down the waist band to the lowest possible position and then forced the tissue up into the crack of her ass to hold it in place and also to define perfectly her butthole crack.

He began the photo shoot all around the open space of the barn and had her turning and twirling, crouching, stretching, caressing herself and she seemed to be really enjoying herself.

“This, slave boy, gets to the good part, getting her to do something she’s not sure about, as I get her to touch herself and catch her off guard.”

He called her in for closer shots and picked up the horsewhip that had been used for me the day before. He walked over to her and asked her if she knew exactly what it was, and do you know what, she took it between her fingers and stroked it gently from one end to the other saying to him that she didn’t know but felt sure that he would explain it to her in detail.

As I continued to enjoy his cock his story was giving him a real boner.

Well, this, Jean my dear is to ensure you do just as I tell you as and when I want and if you don’t then I will have to use it to whip you, and the funny thing is you are going to enjoy it and even ask for more.

She wasn’t quite reassured but teased him by saying that maybe he wouldn’t need it.

You are being a naughty girl already and I think I’m going to use it very soon if you don’t caress your cunt for me, and he pointed the end of the whip on her cunt, running it back and forth as she gently closed her eyes and slipped her fingers down the front and started to gently massage her clitoris. He encouraged her with flattery and compliments. You need to spread your legs a bit more OK that’s good as he continued his photos.

They moved closer and closer to the back of the barn that was less well lit where the pigs were kept, and the stench was so much more intense. He moved closer to her and untied her bra, she didn’t flinch at all, then the back strap and he put the top in his pocket. Her tits were swinging free, his hand slipped down and pulled the bow from the hip and the bottom fell to the floor revealing her well-groomed tuft of pubic hair. He bent to pick up the cloth and put it in his pocket.

She was standing naked in front of him, and she was visibly enjoying it. Running her hands through her hair and over her breasts.

 

 

The telephone rang, and he went to the wall to pick it up. It was the owner of the farm who wanted to know how he was getting on and he answered, quite nonchalantly, that Jean was a fine-looking mature woman who was enjoying the photo shoot and doing very well. He turned to watch her as he spoke, he continued yes it didn’t take too long and she’s naked in front of me now, lovely body, nice tits and nice red-hot little cunt you would love it George. She looked so surprised but, in some way, flattered and waved her hand at him as if to slap his bottom. Oh yes and that reminds me George she seems very happy playing with your horsewhip, she was horrified that he had shared that with someone else… That’s fine George we’ll wait for you, about ten minutes is fine, oh and don’t tell anyone else yet I need to run it by Pete first. OK. See you, and he hung up. She looked a little frightened and kept repeating to herself “oh that’s not fair, he shouldn’t have said that, I did that only for him…” 

He turned to her and explained it was only the owner of the farm and he was on his way down, be here in about 10 minutes. He’s a real nice guy, he’s met your son already and likes him a lot, he should have him for a couple of weeks later in the month. He is very demanding and can be quite cruel, won’t take any fuss and like me must be obeyed. We drank a few glasses of wine to calm her nerves and encourage her obedience.

Oh, I forgot to thank you for having persuaded your son to pose naked for me, he’s a great model and enjoys doing as he’s told and all because of you. If you hadn’t said anything, I think I would have lost him. Would you like to see some photos? She was getting a little tipsy by now and nodded her agreement and they both walked together over to the car, he opened the boot and slipped the bikini in with the other things and Jean was at ease now naked and after a few drinks. I took out an envelope with several large format photos of you her son. She was totally aghast to see my new look and seeing me suspended from the workshop ceiling or in my cell. She looks at him terrified. I calmed her down and she giggled when she learnt that you had asked to be tied and naked.

She was enjoying her own nudity in the middle of the courtyard strolling around in front of me with her hands on her head making herself at home.

He is a good boy and does exactly what he is told, and you must do the same thing Jean, do you understand otherwise I can make your son’s life a living hell. Tell me you understand.

She nodded to say she had understood and would comply to his demands provided he watched out for her son. But of course, Jean you can trust me.

 She went through all the photos one after the other and then went through them again touching them with the tips of her fingers and then dropped her hand to her hot wet little cunt and started to tease her clitoris as she looked at your photos.

You can keep them if you wish, now, let’s get back to the barn and remember, you be good to George. He will be training your son for two whole weeks and I can assure you he can be very cruel if he is not satisfied or if you do not behave or obey him correctly. so just be nice to him. Your son is a very handsome young man and he appeals to a lot of men and he enjoys that. You must be proud of him Jean, she agreed with him and smiled proudly.

They finished their glasses of wine returned to the barn and the photo shoot, but her mind was far from her pose.

A car drove into the courtyard and started the dog barking again, we heard the car door slam and a gruff voice shouting at the dog to “shut its fucking gob…” then the dog yelped as he received a kick and returned to its kennel.

We heard him in his rubber boots come sloshing across the yard and rounded into the barn. “So, John nice to see you again, how is that young faggot of yours coming along, he looked in good shape yesterday, you’ll have him ready for me from the 30th uh? You’ll bring him here of course, can’t wait to get my hands on him.”

“Yes George of course all is arranged, I spoke to Pete earlier and there’s no problem.

Now, let me introduce you to Jean, the woman I spoke to you on the phone about earlier, “Jean come here.” He ordered.

She put her hands on her head and walked slowly and deliberately towards them keeping her body straight and legs in line one foot after the other. She was so obviously trying to seduce this man, she put out her hand for him to shake, but he looked at her with disdain and told her “fuck off, who does this fucking bitch think she is, John for god’s sake can’t you train these cunts of yours properly before you put them in front of me.”

He apologised profusely saying she was new and had not had a chance to learn the niceties of her role. “Just stand there Jean and do as you are told.” He advised. She tried to apologise but it just made the situation worse and she received a full-face slap that threw her sideways. She was shaken and quickly tried to resume her position before he had a chance to repeat the gest.

George then told John to get his gear off, which he did immediately, and George had no hesitation in grasping his enormous cock.

“Give me that fucking horsewhip you tart and stand over there in the gap between the pigsties,” he told her, “that’s it right there, now, lean over the pen and spread your legs, you know John I’ll bet you she’s really good and wet just waiting for a good fucking cock.”

Without hesitation he took the horsewhip, walked over to her and lashed out, striking her right across the lower back, she winced and folded her knees squirming slightly, she turned and he caught the glimpse of a smile, “you see John she’s in love with this fucking whip, her eyes are begging for it, look at her I bet her cunt is dripping,” she drew hers legs up straight again and braced herself against the wall, the whip slashed through the air again and caught her right on her buttocks and you could hear the tip of the whip hit home, this time she winced and squirmed and saw her legs trembling at the knees, still she turned and smiled almost daring him to continue, forming a kiss with her lips, without hesitating he struck again then again and again…then John suggested he might stop for a while to let her recover. “You a fucking wimp John, look at her she’s loving it, every stroke. You go over there, and you stick that cock of yours straight up her dripping wet cunt then I’ll stop.”

My head was spinning from the alcohol and, yet my mouth was dry sucking Mister Johns cock, “you see slave Fay, the problem here is that George knows very well that Master Pete doesn’t allow me to fuck female cunt so there is not much hope for your mother, she is going to take a real whipping, but take heart she seems to enjoy it.”

The whip came down for yet another stroke on her buttocks and she continued to squirm, he walked over to her grabbing her hair from the back and running his fingers over her cunt, penetrating three fingers and lifting her off the floor slightly, “oh my fucking god, she is so shit hot John just come and feel her, her cunt is dripping, and look at her nipples as hard as bullets, bet you love me doing that don’t you slut?” She just smiled back at him almost challenging. He dragged her by the hair to the centre of the barn and had her stand straight with her arms in the air and on her toes then he moved back a step to face her, then struck directly at her clitoris only just missing, he walk to her again, “give me a target you bitch, open your legs and hold open your cunt, let me get a good look at your red hot clit…crouch down a touch… there that’s better.” And he rubbed and tugged at her clit, so he could at least see it better. One, two, three strokes and he hit home, she cried out.

Then he lashed out at her nipples and tits her thighs. When he finished with her, she was not smiling quite as much.

He dragged her back to the pig pens and threw her directly in with the pigs up to her waist in pig shit and piss. Leaving her there and passing John on his way out saying that he needs to improve, and that newbie had better fucking perform.”

He got up and dressed then went to find Jean in the pig sty where she was wallowing in the cool muck as he helps her to stand. Despite what had happened she asked simply if George had been satisfied with her performance. He reassured her as he took her through to the barn area to wash. He had warned her that George was not the easiest of customers, but strangely that did not seem to worry her. In fact, she was quite calm, and she commented that George was not as harsh as she had feared. She washed herself down and they walked back to the car together, he gave her dress back which she slipped into it and we drove back to the house where I drop her around 5 o’clock before her husband came home.

Tomorrow I’ve agreed to call her to be sure she’s understood her future role, and when you go for your session with the farmer, for your mothers’ sake you had better be good.

“So, there you have it my slave, the whole story, and you know what, Fay, she was actually content with her experience and I told her we would try another photo shoot next week.”

His cock was still in my mouth His attention was now drawn to the butt plug he had asked me to wear.

My cunt throat was now about to become the centre of Mister Johns attention.

It was now almost ten in the evening as John took me with him down stairs to the workshop. “Go shower and wash inside and out.”

He was preparing what I came to know as my stool. A scaffold structure designed specifically to maintain the slaves’ head at the right height and position to permit his mouth and throat to be fucked at will and in depth.

My stool was a simple, steel, three-legged triangular stool with two wheels to facilitate its movement, a sturdy angle iron welded up the back which provided leverage to tip the stool onto its castors, it also served to strap the slaves head tightly in place to a height adjustable plate. Wrist straps are attached to the rear corners of the seat, and the ankle straps attached to the lower rear feet, immobilising totally any possible body movement. Once the head was strapped in place clients were sure of a compliant fuck. The main advantage being to be able to move the fuck around the room to serve clients. At the front point of the triangular seat was cockring and clamp and a small hole through which the balls could be drawn and stretched. An evil contraption that I learned to love and respect.

My wrist and ankle straps in place, I took position on the stool, clipped my ankles’ and one wrist to their position and John fixed the remaining wrist, he adjusted the head strap and plate to suit and tightened up and for good measure wrapped a rope twice around my neck and the angle iron, he pulled it tight, making it a little difficult to breath but it kept my head still. My newly stretched balls fell through the hole and dangled freely under my seat and my cock was placed in the open clamp and the head introduced in the cockring, the clamp was closed over my shaft and clipped closed.

Once he had checked all the fixings, I was wheeled around the room and brought to my cell and backed up to my cell door. My head was just at the height of Mister Johns cock that was growing steadily. My head was still swimming under the effect of the alcohol.

He left me to ponder my situation which was quite scary, not able to move, in these circumstances all sorts of things go through your mind and you really understand you no longer exist as an individual your life no longer depends on you but your Master.

John came back with his half-finished bottle of Whisky, and my drinking nozzle, I needed no instructions to understand what he expected of me, I opened my mouth and took the pipe and mouth piece between my teeth, then watched him as he slowly poured the rest of the bottle down my gullet. I didn’t taste it going down, just a slight burning sensation as it went into my stomach, and only seconds later I started to feel the effect. He removed the nozzle and threw it aside then brought his large erect cock to my lips coaxing me to open my mouth which I did without too much hesitation.

Then he forced his growing monster into my mouth and pushed it to penetrate my throat, descending further and further, the hilt was still a way off, I pushed my tongue forward out of my mouth and under his cock to give more room and ease his cocks descent, he withdrew and re-entered trying successfully to lubricate the action, then straight back again with more force, the hilt was just inches away, one final push would do it. Breathing was not to difficult, just the rope around my throat was awkward and the whisky didn’t want to stay down. He held my head with both hands and forced the rest of the way bit by bit, and held my nose pressed against his pelvis, I felt his cock in my throat, throbbing, I forced my tongue out again, his hand was on my throat trying to find his cocks head, “swallow bitch, I want to feel you…” I swallowed as best I could, and he withdrew a short way back then forced another push, harder and faster. My head was blocked solidly against the cell door and plate, his hands giving him leverage on my head, he forced again to the hilt then withdrew quickly and fully.

He walked away, turned and came back to slam his cock straight in and down to the hilt. I was doing well with plenty of saliva in and around my mouth now dripping freely down my chin and neck, the alcohol was quickly taking over my vision was blurring, and I felt myself floating away.

John decided that my eyes needed to be open taped back my eyelids with surgical tape and forced a metal brace like bridle that kept my mouth set wide open.

My throat was now an open shop for his large rigid cock and he was going to make the most of it.

I hardly noticed the nipple clamps being applied and weights added, or my butt plug trying to escape and having to tighten my sphincter to hold it there or lift my cheek to let some gas slip out.

John now grasped the bars to my cell and jumped up to place his feet against the bars and position himself comfortably to penetrate at will and to depth. Like a monkey in a cage he bounced up and down, in and out revelling in the pleasure of fucking his slaves face, with pauses to enhance the feeling of dominance and total penetration, forcing himself into the hot wet constraints of my swallow. The rhythm helps me to keep in time with his assaults and eased the feeling of rejection and gagging, in my drunken stupor I was starting to enjoy my submission. My eyes are dry and irritate a little it’s especially the want to close my eyes that is the most frustrating.

My stupor was too much for my body and I collapsed into a drunken coma, still being fucked by an insistent erect cock.

When I came to, I was in my cell on the bed with a pain in my dilated ass, it felt as if I had an enormous hunk of shit pushing to get out. It was still dark outside, so I figured it was around 7 in the morning, my head was throbbing, and I was dying for some water.

A bucket of water hit me like a hammer, my head was swimming and my eyes shut, I jumped from my bed wiping the water from my face and saw Mister John standing by my cell with the empty bucket in hand.

“Slave, you start work today, so, get yourself up, showered and exercised, I’ll be leaving in one hour. Be ready.”

I stumbled over to the showers and opened the tap. What a relief to feel the warm water running over my head and body, I drank the shower water with delight and started to soap my body when my mind sprang back to the discomfort in my butt. I put my hand down to feel where the trouble was to discover I had grown a tail. A short black curly pig like tail, as part of a new butt plug that had been inserted during my alcoholic coma, but this was no small size plug but at least a large medium, felt about a 6cms or possibly a 7cms and it was not budging for the moment. I tried to adjust it and push in and out to loosen it up, just about managed to get a fart from it; then pulled on the tail and it started to give a little. I pushed internally to force its birth but that was painful, it had to come so I pushed an pushed and pushed, it finally started to give and dilated to a maximum, oh this was hurting, push, push it had to come as the pain increased, I felt my ass stretch and stretch, I pulled the tail and paused at the same time and with one last effort it slipped its head past the sphincter and dropped to the shower floor covered in shit. I was a very imposing toy. I understand why I had trouble walking with that up my ass, it was at least an 8 or 9 cms.

“That’s the smallest a slave should ever have, so get used to it,” John was watching me. “Get yourself good and clean then put the plug back in for the rest of the day. You’ll be working at the book shop today, so the plug will be in and out fairly regularly.”

Once I’d done my exercises and ablutions, I put the butt plug back, not without considerable discomfort and I returned to my cell to wait for Mister John. My head was clearing slightly by now and he handed me my drinking nozzle and poured what smelt like coffee, a real relief.

He gave a thigh length white silk shirt with just one button at the waist and I followed him to the car, I opened the gate then slipped into the boot and closed it behind me. The boot was more comfortable as the tail made sitting quite difficult.

The drive lasted 30mins in some heavy morning traffic and after a little manoeuvring we parked, and the car engine stopped. The boot opened, and I climbed out into the underground parking spot, I quickly shut the boot and ran after John who was already well ahead of me going through the exit door. He left me with a smart, upright, well shaven middle-aged man in what looked like a library but quite small.

John disappeared into a small office down the hall and I heard him go straight for the telephone.

“Jean, listen to me, your son is just fine, and he thanks you for his things; OK?”

“Calm down, nothing is going to happen to him, I will watch over him, for you, I have taken a few more photos of him and will give them to you next week.”

“Did you enjoy the last photos I gave you? That’s good, he’s a nice-looking boy, well brought up and what is essential for us is that he is so very, very obedient, don’t you think Jean??”

“No I’m sorry Jean you cannot talk to him now, he’s at work and won’t finish before midnight, and even then I have a couple of things I need him to do for me and George has plans for him too.

“You remember George don’t you Jean….at the farm… very nice man… “

“Yes, that’s right Jean…. Tell me how much you enjoyed your session with him…. which part did you enjoy most?”

“Yes, that was good, but for me, when you crouched down, and he whipped your cunt, that was great, really hot, turned me on, especially the way you reacted…. No, it’s true Jean you were great…and I think Georges wants to see you again and that’s good news Jean, tell me you’re happy about that.”

“Good, now you’re starting to understand how this works for you, just do as you’re told, when you’re told and enjoy doing it. OK?”

“Listen well, you are to be at the farm this afternoon at 2 o’clock, you will go directly to the barn, you will be naked, and you will wait until someone comes for you. Have you understood?”

“I will ask someone to follow you, so, don’t worry, he just needs to make sure everything is going to plan and that we can trust you to do as you’re told.”

“Good, I will call you later this morning, say 11 o’clock, to give you further instructions. Bye.”

At 11 o’clock he called back “Jean?”

“Jean, I will only say it once, listen and make sure you understand because any mistake will cost your son dearly, and won’t do you a lot of good either. You will leave the house at 1 o’clock you will be wearing high heels and that white dress you wore yesterday; you will not wear any underwear whatsoever. You will take your handbag and tie a blue headscarf to the handle. You will use makeup especially red lipstick. Catch the number 58 bus from the bus station and ride on the top deck and sit in the back seat. You will during the trip look at the photos I left you of your son, one after the other. Then get off at Totton centre and wait for the bus to Ashurst. Get off the bus at Ashurst and wait until the bus has left then proceed backwards for 60mts and take a right down the forest trail, about 60mts down the trail you will take your clothes off, not your shoes, and leave them, with your handbag, in a pile to the righthand side. Then continue another 300mts through the woods to the farmhouse. You will follow the same procedure on your way back after George releases you.”

“Don’t forget you will be followed and watched to make sure you do as you have been told, any change and your son will be severely punished.”

“I’m going to leave you now, all the best and I’ll call you this evening around 10 o’clock.”

She was so excited at her instructions, to think that she had no choice but to obey, she thought of her experience of yesterday, how George had taken control of her, how she had suffered to satisfy his lust for control, she felt the juices trickling in her vagina, making her feel excited and willing. She had just 2 hours to prepare herself, so she raced upstairs to get her dress.

She was naked before she got upstairs, she knew the mirror on the landing and wanted to see her full body as she walked past it, stopping there to pass her hands over her breasts and then take the pose that George had wanted, legs apart, slight crouch position to show her glorious cunt and pert little clitoris. She had decided on her own initiative to tidy up her pubic hairs to better enhance her superb fuck hole. There were still several marks on her from Georges previous session, but they were fading, and she gently stroked each one caressing them fondly, as if longing for them to stay, “there will be more of those for you today,” she whispered to herself, gently pinching her clitoris.

First things first, the dress. It was strewn across the chair in the corner of the bedroom where she had thrown it yesterday. She stepped into it and pulled it up over her hips and breasts to her shoulders attaching it in the back. Running her hands over her body to shake it into place. It felt good just a little tight in places, around her breasts and waist but free and airy below, finishing just above her knees. She swung a quick half turn to watch the dress fly up and show her white slightly chubby bum cheeks, as the dress dropped back to its normal position, she noticed how transparent the material was when the light came from behind and surprisingly that excited her even more.

She ran a shallow warm bath and slipped in to the water that covered only to half her thighs, the flow covering just the base of her cunt, it brought her back to the pigsty yesterday, she closed her eyes and imagined herself sat on the ground in the shit and piss of the sty and she positioned herself to show her cunt off to George who stood watching her from over the wall wanting to whip her clitoris. She trembled from excitement at the thought. and squeezing her clitoris between her fingers wanting to feel the pain and humiliation she had felt just yesterday. What did he have in mind for her, why did he want me naked in the forest?

She delicately and precisely completed the epilation of her pubic area to cover only the zone above her vagina then clipped her hairs very short hoping that would satisfy George.

By the time she had finished and dried herself in front of her mirror her nipples were erect and her clitoris ached to be tortured and cruelly strangled and brutally whipped into submission as she slipped herself naked into her dress and settled in front of the mirror to attend to her make up.

Applying the final touches of bright red lip stick to her sensual lips, then put on her 5” black stiletto high heels, she had one last look at herself in the mirror, spinning around to see her dress rise and show off her naked thighs and cunt and her beautifully rounded cheeks.

She was ready to leave and peaked out of the window to see if anyone was around, noticing just a small older looking man in a red windcheater in the telephone box on the corner.

The clock just struck one o’clock as she picked up her bag with the blue scarf dangling nonchalantly almost to the floor and stepped out of the house and walked off down the road. She sensed her follower in the red windcheater, was some 30 metres behind her making no secret of the fact he was following her. She felt the light breeze blowing around her and creating a draft under and around her thighs and she felt the excitement climbing in her cunt and lips.

Red windcheater had quickly caught up to her and she saw he was a little shorter than her stockily built, unshaven and dishevelled hair, his clothes were scruffy and worn but he had a pleasant smiling face he spoke as he came alongside. “Alright missus, Pete sent me to watch over you, and check you do things right, OK?” she answered meekly, “yes that’s OK, he did explain.” as she felt his hand move around her waist, and then down over her cheeks to slowly try to find trace of any knickers. His hands once satisfied moved up her back to search for a bra, again with no success. This inspection gave her the curious warm sensation of being wanted and belonging to a carefully organised secret social clan. He seemed satisfied that she had complied with instructions, and he said to her rather cheekily “you’re a good girl, I will let the boss know, carry on and I will keep an eye out for you, don’t pay any attention to me.” She continued on her way adjusting slightly her breasts.

They arrived at the bus station in the village centre and stood waiting for the next bus due in 4 minutes. She took out her compact to retouch her makeup and caught a glimpse of Red Windcheater in her mirror standing right behind her. There were about ten other people waiting for the bus and the buses were generally always full at this time of day. The bus arrived a little early and she climbed on board and validated her ticket then turned to climb the steep  metal stairs to the upper deck, clinging to the handrail as she queued to climb, Red was just behind and under her as the bus moved off, jerking forwards, Reds head forced against her buttocks and his hand was straight up between her thighs clutching her cunt, and she let out a cry of surprise, “you alright missus, hurry up now, move inside the bus.” The conductor urged as he stood on the stairwell looking up at her, quite obviously getting an eyeful. She smiled back at him and tried to raise her leg to the next step. As she reached the upper deck and turned to sit on the back seat, she saw there was just one seat left in the centre between one man at the window and an elderly skinny woman sat at the other end of the bench, so she squeezed directly between the two smiling at each to excuse herself for disturbing them. She settled in placing her handbag on her knees and arranging the blue scarf to fall between her knees.

In this type of bus, the rear seat is separated from the rest of the upper deck by the stairwell which makes it generally useful for young lovers coming back from the cinema, or couples seeking some degree of intimacy. The journey would last at least 30 minutes according to traffic with some 10 stops on the way

The skinny woman stood ready to get off at the next stop and Red set ready to take her place as there was no standing upstairs.

She took out the photos from her handbag and nervously opened the large buff envelop and took out the wad of large format photos of my exploits, she tried to look at them discretely in front of her face but Red made sure they were displayed in full sight on her knees. Her neighbour by the window had of course noticed the whole process and couldn’t help himself looking at the photos. Red chose this moment to question her “That’s nice, this your boy? hmm nice.”  The back of his hand slightly touching her thigh as he pointed to the photo, but her nerves tingled at the sensation.

The man seated at the window got up and squeezed past them to get off the bus and they made the most of it and slid across to fill the gap.

She moved to the next photo, holding it just a touch higher in front of her, “he is a handsome boy nice pose too. I just love these photos.” His hand slipped away again just brushing her breast. She could feel her nipple reacting and hardening.

He looked around and saw he was not being watched and tried placing his hand on her breast directly. She placed her hand on his and gently took it away, putting it back on his lap. The bus was moving along quite quickly now, and they were soon going to arrive in Totton where they would change buses. She had been through all the photos and was about to put them away, “No you mustn’t do that you must continue looking at them, those are your instructions.” So, she started looking at them again and he took the opportunity to place his hand backwards onto her lap supporting her hands. His hand was warm as he moved it around on her lap, forcing down between her thighs, she felt him pressing downwards the tips of his fingers just brushing her scrotum, she braced to discourage him, he moved his hand back slightly, then turning his hand over to the whole of her upper thigh, she dropped her hand to stop him but he would not relent as his confidence grew, she moved agitatedly in her seat to move away from him, but he pressed her harder.

His hand slipped to her knee and slipped under her dress and between her knees. She closed her legs tightly, but he was too strong, his hand was sliding slowly and deliberately up the inside of her thigh. She enjoyed the feel of his rugged hand on her new washed legs and didn’t really want to discourage him as he could also be helpful to her later, so she relaxed her legs just slightly, but he felt it, immediately and his fingers quickly found their way to her warm wet welcoming cunt. She gasped as he slowly fingered her moist lips and clitoris that was now erect and firm. Relaxing to enjoy her new position, she spread her legs wider to allow him full access, he made the most of it, rimming her cunt and pinching and rubbing together her lips, two fingers then three as she bore down on his hand.

Their stop was coming up and people were moving to get off. He withdrew his hand and she closed her legs and she was left with a sense of frustration and thought momentarily to finish masturbating herself. Red was already up and moving down the stairs as she put her photos away and arranged her dress prior to moving down the stairs, as she stood halfway down the stairs waiting for the bus to come to a standstill the conductor had taken up his position in the stairwell and was looking up at her smiling and winking she encouraged him by smiling back and pursing her lips as she felt his stare go from her high heels up her legs to her beautifully groomed wet, naked cunt, she even paused a few instants to let him get the most of it. She then stepped down and off the bus followed by his gaze.

The bus drove away, and she needed to cross the road to catch the next bus that was due in ten minutes. Red was already at the stop standing to one side waiting for her, as she waited to cross the road a young tall bearded man in a suit approached her with a smile wishing her a good afternoon and engaged the conversation saying how much he liked the blue scarf she was carrying and if he could walk her across the road as he was taking the same bus as her. As they stood at the bus stop, he asked her why she carried her scarf like that attached to her handbag, she responded simply that she like it that way. “The colour goes well with your dress, and your shoes are delightful, and all remarkably highlighted by your makeup, I must say I find your lipstick particularly stunning. I do hope you don’t mind me mentioning it?” he said, and she replied coyly that she was flattered, and she was obviously a little surprised at such delicate attention.

Then he started asking her more intimate questions “Your dress fits you so well and shows off your fine figure, but please tell me you don’t appear to be wearing a bra, am I correct?” She just blushed a little and confirmed he was correct. “Well I never that’s nice to know, do you enjoy walking around with no bra on?” she replied, “well yes I do, it feels so nice and free, do you know what I mean?”

“Yes, I know precisely what you mean,” he went on, “because I’m not wearing any underpants and it gives me a tremendous feeling of sexual liberty. I think you and I are going to get along just fine.”

“Tell me, that dress you are wearing, is that all you are wearing?” She smiled at him. “Do you mind if I ride along with you?” she answered just a little too enthusiastically that she was more than eager for him to travel with her.

So, they crossed the road together and waited for their bus chatting whilst Red followed discretely in the background, but he had not missed noticing the growing bulge in this new boys’ trousers.

The bus was on time and the two of them got onto the single decker bus and sat together with Red sat just a couple of seats behind them.

As soon as she sat down, she took out the photos again and started to look through them as she had been instructed. The young man next to her obviously took considerable interest as she flicked through the pictures. After a while he asked her “do these pictures excite you?” To which she said, “yes, they do actually, I think they are very good, and the model is a very handsome young man, don’t you think so?” He ran his hand over his rising erection and answered her “I think he is superb, but boys don’t interest me as much as women, especially women like you. If you see what I mean,” his cock in hand.

“This is my stop coming up, I have to go.” She said.

 “Let me have the photos so I can hold them for you,” and he snatched the photos from her just as she stood to get off the bus, she turned trying to get them back but he pushed her away and they moved forwards.

“Good, then this is my stop too,” he replied, this seemed to unsettle her, not knowing what she should do and looked across at Red for guidance, he just signalled to her to carry on as planned.

They got off the bus together and Red went on ahead as the two of them stood for an instant wondering what to do. “let me accompany you, please.” He asked, she felt her pulse racing and felt a sense of panic but managed to answer him “well, I don’t know, it’s a little bit awkward, if you know what I mean, perhaps better you don’t, just give me back my photos.” but he insisted, “please I really think I should, to make sure you get home safely, come along we’ll walk together, which way?” She could only let him come along as her time was running out and only 5 minutes to spare. She walked off after Red with her new friend in tow.

Her sensuality obsessed her she felt every movement of the breeze on her thighs, as it swept past her clitoris tickling her labia and as she walked her cunt became moist and sensitive, the adrenaline surging through her veins she trembled from the thought of her mission ahead. Was he going to follow her all the way, he’s taken my boys photos, why wouldn’t he go away?

She was following Red who was some 15mts ahead and he led her to the small forest track that led to the farmhouse and especially to the site where she was to strip and abandon her things. What would happen when she reached the spot where she was to strip herself naked and leave her clothes before continuing to the farm. Would these two men follow her? What would she do without the photos she could not just let them go, he had to give them back to her, her son was counting on her.

So many mixed feelings surging through her whole body and her emotions fearing always for her son and not caring what might happen to her but she must absolutely obey her instructions regardless of the consequences.

Red showed her the entrance to the footpath through the wood, she was getting anxious, yet excited as she saw the path as it wound its way into the dense wood, each side of the track bordered by brambles, thick nettles and ferns. She saw some 15m ahead a stile that she assumed was normally the boundary to the farm and perhaps the men would leave her there. As she approached the stile she said to them nervously that she would continue alone, she felt so tense and apprehensive as she climbed over the rickety wooden structure in her high heels, leaving Red and the other man an excellent opportunity to assist her, holding her hands and upper arm, and holding away her dress to avoid it scraping on the dirty wood and ensuring her leg was able to get over the fence without falling over. “Please you can leave me now I’ll be fine thank you both,” she pleaded almost begging to be left alone to continue her way.

Red soon put paid to any hopes she might have had of being left alone, “No chance Miss I have to follow you all the way, to make sure you follow your instructions to the letter,” she thought that might be the case, but her heart throbbed from the shock all the same. Red then turned to the other man and said “she’s a little nervous because she must strip a bit further down the path and walk the rest of the way stark naked, so don’t worry about it you can come along, you’ll enjoy the show. You don’t mind do you girly?” as he turns back to her with a malicious grin on his face. “Better hurry or we’ll be late, that could be nasty.” He added and she surprisingly relaxed knowing now what was to come and to prepare.

As they set foot on the other side of the stile into the wood and after walking through the wood some distance there was a small clearing on the righthand side where Red stopped and indicated to her the place where she was to prepare for the next stage of her mission. It appeared to be a regular lovers spot paper tissues strewn around, brambles in one corner and a fallen tree trunk to sit on, and a large clearing that was hidden from the road by a row of young trees and bushes.

Red pushed her gently and she moved into the clearing and put down her handbag. She moved around the area looking for the exact place she wanted, scraping away, with her foot, a clean spot to stand, she was nervous, and tense, yet so scintillatingly excited at the idea of baring her body to these two strange men. She looked at them both sat together on the tree trunk and she smiled.

 Her new friend was curious to know what was happening as he stared at her intently noticing how transparent her dress now seemed, he could make out the silhouette of her crotch and line of her legs and ass. Keeping her eyes down she moved to position herself,  her nipples erect and clitoris stiff and wet then she timidly passed her hands over her breasts  to unbutton her  dress and she slowly unfastened the five buttons down to her waist, and she felt the material loosen away from around her breasts, her nipples responded by firming up, she felt eased and sensual.

Then, finding the courage to face both men, she slipped the shoulder straps off to one side, one after the other, turning her head to watch each strap fall away, the dress dropped smoothly and neatly to the ground, leaving her standing naked in her high heels in front of the two men, she timidly held a hand to her pubis and an arm across her breasts in a pretence at modesty with her gaze turn down and away to one side.

Both men sat silent looking at her voluptuous nudity for several long moments then Red stood and approached her from behind and placed a large, rivet studded, hard black leather collar around her delicate neck, brushing aside her long hair to attach the clasp just tight enough to pass two fingers between the leather and her skin. She loves the smell of the new leather and the feel of it on her skin and when he tightened it with his warm rugged hands his fingers tugging and adjusting the clasp, she felt her submission to their masculine domination. Her hands moved to adjust the comfort of her collar largely displaying her well-groomed cunt and large erect nipples on ample tits before returning them to cover her modesty.

Red then spoke to the new man calling him Fred, as it now became evident that both men knew each other, “you happy with what you see Fred?”

“Yes, I think that’s fine,” as he stood and circled around her, “but I don’t think she needs to hide her best parts from us,” so once he was stood behind her he stroked her upper right arm, that was protecting her breasts and slid his hand down to the elbow then grasped firmly and drew her arm backwards to hold her wrist to her lower back, away from her breasts, he stealthily slip a light silk cord from his pocket around her wrist and pulled it tight, he then drew back her left arm from covering her cunt, in the same way and quickly tied that off to the other wrist bringing both wrists tied together in her back.  

She was surprised by the astute manoeuvre but felt helpless to react, although she tried feebly to loosen the cords hold, and asked him to let her go, then her foot caught in a fallen branch and she stumbled and fell on to one knee, trying to regain her balance and stand again.  Now she felt remarkably exposed, helpless, and naked, she struggled desperately, almost panicking unable to use her arms yet profoundly emotional realising that she had always longed for this sense of total submission, her vagina was hot and moist with excitement. Red had seen her dismay and went to help her but Fred held him back saying, “leave her, she will settle then we can have some fun.” So, she lay helpless on her side and Fred waited by her side first showing her the pictures of her son again then suggesting she open her thighs for him to allow him to finger her hot wet cunt. Realising her helpless situation she reluctantly and slowly complies. “You can do better than that” he insists, as he starts to stroke her pussy. His caress excites her, and he senses her reaction then insists she masturbates herself on his finger then he will help her up.

 

 Red was getting angry now as time was running out and George doesn’t like to be kept waiting, so he helps her to her feet.

Fred is frustrated and he insists on tying a cord from her wrists then passes it between her legs and between the lips of her hot wet cunt then ties a knot at the end and places the knot in her mouth between her teeth so any movement of her head causes her clitoris to sense.

Now he stood back to admire his handiwork, passing his fingers delicately over her body, she recoiled from the ticklish sensation, which made him laugh. “Can you stand up straight and pull your shoulders back, present your tits correctly.” She straightened her legs and raised her head trying to push up her breasts to please him. She enjoys the sound of his dominant voice and his interest in her tits sends tingles down her spine.

“No that’s not good enough, I will have to adjust her stance.” He moved behind her again and passed a new cord around her arms to tie the elbows closer together, drawing back her arms to stretch and expand her chest, forcing her breasts forward. She felt a little uncomfortable with this as he tightened the cord, she adjusted her stance a little and arms to get some comfort. He knotted the cord in its final position, then spun her gently around, looking her up and down and addressed Red saying “well now she looks good. Just look at the cunt on her, and neatly shaved just for us. She’s red hot too, wet and inviting,” as he ran his finger along the split of her lips to her exposed clitoris on which he lingered feeling her tremble slightly.

Red answered him “she doesn’t seem to be standing quite as straight as before, what do you think?”

Fred stood back and after a minute agreed with him and moved behind her again and taking another cord tied it to one of the metal loops on her collar, the one that was directly above her spine, then ran it down to the tie between her elbows and passed it around it and back up through the metal loop again, which he repeated several times before tightening and adjusting. This forced her neck to straighten and head to rise in addition to emphasising the chest expansion. She felt the adjustment drawing back her head and felt uncomfortable for a couple of minutes before settling her body into the correct position.

“There we are, that should do the trick, nice shapely tits, good hard nipples, beautiful body, plump perky little ass, and that cunt of hers, just delicious and so hot.” Let’s take her down to the farm. Red picked up her things and her bag and walked on in front and she followed some ten metres behind, learning quickly how to control her balance on her high stiletto heels and with her arms tied behind her back while Fred walked behind her, watching her hips and cheeks swing from left to right. Although it was a little uncomfortable for her, she was still so excited by the sensation of submission and showing her naked body, and she felt how well her restraints were holding her correctly to show off what she knew to be beautiful attributes. She sucked on the cord in her mouth and bit on the knot and raised her head to draw the cord across her clitoris while pulling back her bound wrists gradually exciting her more and more as she walked on.

These men were obviously connoisseurs and appreciated her submission and she had confidence that they would take good care of her body. She carefully placed her legs one directly in front of the other, to force hers hips to move sensually and exhibit her ass to Fred behind her, trying so obviously to tease him.

It was quite a long walk through the wood that was getting thicker and thicker, as the nettles encroached on the pathway just licking the top of her knees, she swung away to avoid them. Red cleared a bit of a path through the thickening undergrowth and turned from time to time to watch her walking to carefully avoid the brambles.

Finally, she could see the clearing and farmyard ahead and was relieved that the walk was almost over. The grass pasture was only 50 or 60 metres across but there was no evident walkway through and Red simply walked straight out into the long grass. She felt the grass brushing past her thighs and certain longer tufts touched and caressed her clitoris and cunt that gave her a peculiarly exciting sensation of being at one with nature. One long grass flower and seed tuft caught between her lips as she walked, she paused slightly trying to turn around it but had no option, her inertia forced her to pull on it directly, feeling it press tightly against her clitoris, it felt so exciting and so intense she let out whimper of delight. As she moved on, she was now looking for stems of grass to take between the lips of her delightful cunt to allow her to cum directly there in the middle of this open field.

The incident had not escaped Red’s attention, and he ran to catch up to her from behind and quickly passed his hand through between her legs to finger her dripping wet cunt and clear any residual grass.

He pulled her back slightly and to avoid the incident repeating itself he quickly placed a tie from her wrists between her legs and cunt lips up to the ring on her collar tying it off nice and tight.

Walking for her was now more delicate as her thighs crossed the rope in between her lips rubbed against her clitoris forcing it to protrude further out and walking in the long grass was even more delicious, and raising her neck pulled the cord tighter and in fact enabled her to excite her clitoris herself.

She saw the farmyard just ahead, and she could make out George standing in the carousel in front of the barn next to a central wooden pillar with the horsewhip in his hand, the mere sight of him set her body tingling with anticipation, she felt her pace quicken and her cunt moisten.

Red moved away to one side towards the house, indicating with his hand that she was to proceed to join George, Fred behind her followed her.

It was a bright, warm, sunny day and the ground was dry and a little dusty as she walked the remaining 20 metres across the yard to join him. He was wearing his usual green overalls and rubber boots and felt cap he had a large evil grin on his unshaven face as he watched her getting closer. She made a supreme effort to look her most sensual as she approached him, his gaze was fixed on her luscious cunt and she knew it, her heart was racing and knees trembling with excitement as she tried desperately to push her clitoris forward for him and open her cunt, George was what she had been longing for since the day before when he had so violently dominated her, now she wanted more.

He raised his whip as she got closer, she watched his hand closely as it then drew backwards underarm to flash forward and crack the tip of the whip just beside and in front of her. She abruptly drew back her breathe expecting the whip to strike her, but she was not quite in range. She paused then stepped forward a step closer, his hand raised again, and the stroke touched her thigh just below her hip causing her to jump, she stood still while he prepared another strike, that hit her just to the left of her pubis, she knew she was within range and stayed still trembling from excitement.

 

She closed her eyes as the strikes came closer and closer to their target. She so longed for him to correct his aim, she spread her legs, and this time she felt the tip of his whip slip up between her lips into her cunt and clip her clitoris, ouch… what pure ecstasy she felt the pain surge through her into the depths of her most intimate feelings. This is what she has always dreamed of this is what she is, as if in a trance she dropped to her knees and begged him to take her.

He looked at the new boy and made a sign to him to join him, “What’s your name son, who sent you and why.”

Fred answered him, “my name is Fred and I’m a friend of Master Pete, perhaps I can help you. I got these photos from her that might be useful to you.” He handed the wad of photos to George. He took the photos and recognised them immediately from the previous day’s session and realised this girl could be easily manipulated and coerced into absolute submission and he laughed with an evil smirk on his face.

“Well, I think we can probably find something useful for you to do. Put her back on her feet to start with.” Fred leaned over and placed his arms under hers and lifted her to her feet.

“Come closer and let’s start with this slut, we have in front of us,” they moved very close to her, standing on either side, “she is the best fuck cunt I’ve seen in a long time, aren’t you my slave slut?”

She answered obediently “Yes Sir.” He pushed his face into hers and shouted sternly “YES SIR, what!! you cunt?”

She answered quickly “Yes Sir, I’m the best fuck cunt you’ve seen in a long time.”

“You see Fred what you can do with a nice bit of cunt, well trained to obey and to fuck as and when you want, and do you know what, she actually loves it, feel her wet cunt, go on just give her a good fingering, she’s wet and she’s red hot.” Fred made the most of the invitation and fingered her wet cunt. “Spread your legs, bitch, he’s doing all the work, show him how you can fuck his fingers, Fred, just let her cunt swallow your fingers.”

Fred encouraged him saying “Wow she’s good, real hot and wet. Did you train her like this?”

“Oh, no Fred she’s a natural, just born for it, that cunt of hers is just so juicy, another two seconds and she’ll cum in your hand, won’t you my little bitch slave? You must bring her to a euphoric trance like state that a submissive experience because of intense BDSM play, and in her case, as far as I can assess for the moment, that involves humiliation, exhibition, restraint and punishment.”

“Tease and denial are good for her too I would think.” Suggested Fred.

“Well, she’ll fucking well show us won’t you slut?” and she responds as she’s been taught “Yes Sir.”

Fred continued to finger her cunt, fiddling with her large firm clitoris, spreading her labia for better access. While George busied himself with her tits and nipples, he whispered in her ear how he was going to whip her, encouraging her to help Fred to finger her, “go on get your cunt moving, back and forth, don’t let it rest, he wants you, spread your legs, crouch a bit lower for fucks sake, make an effort, you fucking cow.”

He decided to release her bonds and take off her shoes, he let her roam free with a simple long leash and started her walking around the carousel, with the whip following her, stroking her ass and back, her walk turned to a trot, her tits bobbing up and down much to Fred’s amusement, “stroke your self bitch, full fingering, both hands,” the whip struck directly on her cheeks teasing her to go faster.

She felt good now she was trotting around a bit, and she had a chance to play with her clitoris on her own watched by these three men, then he made her turn and run in the opposite direction, the whip struck painfully on the thigh, but she was excited and enjoying herself.

“To the whipping post.” He shouted after 10 minutes, and she ran directly to the wooden pillar set in the middle of the carrousel. There was a large metal ring at the top to which her collar was attached and her hands were left free.

This position was for her the most comfortable as she was free to move in all directions except away from the post, her collar being fixed with little free movement but at a reasonable height enabling her feet to be flat to the ground. Her hands free allowed her to swing around to avoid or attract strokes from the whip.

This time George decided to take a bull whip just 3m long with a long hard handle and braided leather whip with three short tingles at the end about ten cms long each with a tiny ball at the end. He walked over to her when Fred had finished attaching her, he showed her the whip in its every detail and had her suck the tip whilst he used the handle as a dildo rubbing it against her wet vagina to lubricate and then her pelvis swayed backwards and forwards over the handle masturbating herself slowly on the rounded ball end of the handle, taking it gently deeper and deeper into her. Her hands slipped down over her body, her fingers squeezing her nipples and caressing her tits and gently whimpering in pleasure. The other two men came in much closer to enjoy the show and to stroke her legs, bottom and tits. She was enjoying the entire process, her whole-body profiting from all these delicious hands all over her and concentrating the total ecstasy in her clitoris. She wanted more and more; she would never be satisfied.

George asked Red his name and he responded, “Donald Sir, at your orders Sir.”

“Good Donald then I need you to tie her wrists to her collar, so she doesn’t start flaying her arms about. OK.” Then turning to Fred “and you Fred go and get some nice dildos and her Magic Wand vibrator in the cupboard in the barn, OH and bring the spreader bar as well, that’ll keep her legs apart, we want her to cum freely and regularly and keep you guys busy.”

He approached her “you’re such a lucky slut to have your cunt given all this attention. Suck that whip good and strong, you bitch, it’s going to destroy that nasty clitoris throbbing inside you, it’s going to release all that pent-up pleasure you’ve been holding back for years, just feel that knob end, feels so good.”

Fred was back and was placing the spreader bar with its ankle straps, keeping her legs about a metre apart, her wrists were now loosely attached to her collar. She continued to squirm over the ball end of the whip as George has Fred lubricate and prepare a small size butt plug for her and he expertly find and inserts it slowly into her tight little butt, her body moving all the time easing its penetration. The magic wand is plugged in at the base of the post and is functioning with a strong, loud whirring sound.

“OK, we’re looking good, now you two just stand on the other side to watch her, and you must watch her closely, I want you to feel what she’s feeling sense what she needs, the wand, a dildo or simply a good fingering, talk to her, let her know you are there, and encourage her. I will stop from time to time to see how you boys are enjoying the show, feel free to touch each other, and undress. I see Fred already has a good hard on so perhaps he’ll let you share it with Don?” Don looked at Fred hoping for a sign of approval, he was obviously longing to get his hands on his cock.

She felt apprehensive waiting for the first stroke, to weigh the measure of the force of the whip and his hand to judge the amount of pain pleasure she might derive. The butt plug sat well in her butt and the wrist ties were not too tight, just the spreader bar that was awkward to get used to preventing her from closing her legs. The knob end was getting her close to an orgasm when he withdrew it and gave it to her to lick and suck clean.

She watched the two men place themselves in front of her, as Fred finally took off his jacket and loosened his shirt undoing most of the buttons to reveal a well bronzed torso covered with thick black hair and she noticed the outline of his erection in his pants. Don had also run his eyes up and down the young man’s body, fixing his gaze particularly on his tight round butt in those silky skin-tight pants. George was also watching the scene with growing interest.

The first stroke landed on her lower back with a violent sting, and she weakened at the knees, closed her eyes and clenched her teeth as the pain seeped through her body to arrive at long last to her pleasure zone just behind her clitoris. The pleasure was more intense than the pain and she exhaled the contents of her lungs loudly.

George shouted to Fred, “just give her a touch of the wand on her clit, see how she reacts.” Fred moved towards her and switched the vibrator on and lay it gently on her wet cunt running it up and down to find the clitoris. He felt her body tremble violently and withdrew and went back to his place.

George then called Don over and spoke to him aside, whispering just out of hearing range. He walked away to the barn.

The second stroke was easier to accept as it landed on her butt, then the third and quickly a fourth and a fifth. He was getting her used to his whip hand. Don returned with a bottle of oil that he gave to Fred and George said to him “Fred, I think she needs oil and a quick massage, insist around her nipples and cunt, OK?” Fred replied “OK, yeah for sure, my pleasure.” He moved again to take the bottle of oil, then undid the last button of his shirt, slipped it off his shoulders and place it with his jacket at the base of the whipping post. “Don’t leave your stuff there Fred it will get dirty, Don put his clothes over in the barn out of harm’s way.” Don did as he was told, and Fred moved to open the bottle of oil and put some on his hands and rubbed his hands. Georges shouted over to Don again, “Don, bring a pair of shorts or something for Fred he’s going to ruin those precious trousers of his.”

Don came back quickly with some silky red shorts for Fred. “don’t be silly Don, Fred’s hands are full of oil you take his trousers off for him and put the shorts on him.” 

Don approached him and grasped the waistband of his trousers, undoing the top button and then taking the zip fly to slide it gently down and spread the garment open to reveal a forest of black fluffy pubic hair, and a long  thick uncut penis, slightly excited, he moved his hands inside and around to his buttocks to release and pull the trousers down to his ankles where he undid his shoes and socks and left him standing naked. Fred then quickly raised his right foot to place it in the shorts, then the left foot. He was obviously a bit embarrassed to be naked out in the middle of a field and was quick to try and cover himself. And Don pulled the shorts up over his hips and bum, taking advantage by caressing him into his new shorts and leaving him to shake down his stuff. He had enough body hair to make him look like a chimp, and that certainly seemed to turn Don on. Fred thanked Don for his help and shyly rubbed his hands before continuing.

Fred continued to rub his hands then started to massage Jeans lower back with both hands working in the oil, spreading it over her cheeks and down into her crack and around her butt plug, sliding his finger in, around and behind the plugs base. She made no secret of the fact she was really thrilled at this new game, raising her body up on her toes to ease access and arching her back to lift and push out her wet and excited cunt. He continued applying more and more oil

Don stood back to watch Fred at work following his cock bobbing up and down behind the red silky shorts, intrigued by the thickness of hair on his skinny body, even his shoulders were covered with dense thick hair. Fred was so excited with his new task that he didn’t seem to notice Don’s interest in him. Don was getting closer and closer to him pointing out areas on her cunt that he had missed, insisting that he pay more attention.

George shouted over to them to get out of the way, so he could get an aim with his whip, so Don simply took Fred by the neck and pushed him to one side, the whip came very close to the two of them as they scampered to get out of the way, almost falling over one another. Fred had closed the bottle of oil and placed it back at the bottom of the post and was wiping his hands clean on her ample breasts and abdomen tweaking her erect nipples between his fingers.

George now gave a long series of whips in rhythm from left to right swiping home on each cheek as she jumps from side to side and jumps up and down to avoid the sting. There is little room for her as her bum starts to turn a vivid red.

Her mind is totally occupied with the intense sensations she is feeling in the pain and ecstasy of sublime pleasure, begging to have her clitoris taken and her cunt violated, her legs spread apart leave her so open, she closes her eyes counting each delicious stroke as it strikes. She feels those hands on her breasts massaging her so sensitive nipples.

George now decides that Fred should learn to use the whip and try a few strokes, so he calls him over. “Just stand here close to me and hold the whip, just try and hold it right at the knob end and swing it backwards and forwards. He takes his hairy forearm in one hand and puts his other arm around his waist, “now give her a nice taste of the whip and aim for that clitoris you were just oiling over.” He let one nervous stroke go, that struck with no real force at the middle of her back.

He tried again and again starting to get the hang of the whip and the pleasure as his cock started to rise inside his shorts. George left his side to stand close to her, running his hand over her body, caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples, the oil had made her skin supple and tender, her cunt was dripping and she whined  with pleasure as he spoke to her “this is too much for a sloppy slut cunt like you isn’t it you whore, I think you deserve better you bitch and I’m going to make sure you get it,” he slipped his hand to her wet slimy pussy “can you feel my hand fucking your pussy, tell me, talk to me, I want you to tell me what you’re feeling, just whisper in my ear, between you and me, don’t stop.” She started to whisper in his ear as he worked her cunt, she writhed under the whip and drew breath, “talk me through the pleasure of the whip, don’t stop, don’t pause, just concentrate on whispering to me. Tell me you understand!” she confirmed and started to turn her concentration on him as she trembled from pleasure.

She was writhing from side to side trying to concentrate and find some words to share with him, he started her off, “tell me your name, whisper it to me,” she whispered her name back to him and once those first words started to come she was able to continue, explaining  to him how she felt nakedness and enjoyed showing herself to these men, hers tits and nipples her dripping cunt and firm butt, how her collar held her tight and the bondage helped her to pose correctly and to be attractive to all, her cunt pushed forward and clitoris hardened to encourage vigorous fingering, the massage oil dripping off her body… and so she now continued whispering continuously into his ear as if in a trance.

“Theres a good little whore, just carry on talking to me tell me how good it feels when that whip strikes.”

“Hmm so now you want me to take back the whip…. Good girl.”

Her cunt was now dripping down her thighs, as George moved back to take up the whip.

Don had been moving closer to Fred no longer hiding his attraction to Fred’s boner in his tight red shorts. Fred seemed a bit embarrassed by his attentions and persistent stare and tried to hide himself by turning away from his view, but Don was persistent to say the least, simply following him and getting closer until now he was now at arm’s length.

George took back his whip and lost no time in resuming her punishment… relishing his slave’s continued delight and muttering.

Fred was just behind George watching and learning his technique and Don sidles in behind him and gently strokes his bum. Fred, although a little embarrassed doesn’t make any effort to discourage Don’s advances. He obviously appreciates the taught red satin cloth stretched across his tight bum cheeks and attempts another approach with his fingers spread across the back of his thigh, this time Fred reacts by moving closer to Don and spreading his legs slightly, Don understands that Fred is willing and encouraging, he feels Fred twitching and tightening his cheeks.   

Suddenly George stops and returns to his slut, whispering in her ear again, “keep talking to me, I’ve stopped your punishment now so beg me to start again, that’s what you want isn’t it or perhaps a good stiff cock will suit you better.” He orders Fred up to the whipping post to continue the massage, in between strokes of the whip. His accuracy has improved stroking her clitoris regularly and seeing the delight in her eyes as she tries to close her legs despite the spreader, her cunt is open for all.

It is just starting to rain, and Jean is tired now and George releases her from the whipping post and takes off the spreader bar on her ankles, then takes her by the lead to walk towards the barn. He is whispering in her ear again “there’s a good girl, remember your little boy is with me tomorrow for training and discipline, so I need you to show me just how much you are squirming from ecstasy and begging for more when we go into the barn and Fred and Don join us. Tell me you understand the consequences Slut, if you don’t behave.” She replies simply and smiles at him “I will do all you ask just please take care of my son.”  He laughs and repeats out loud “She will do all I ask.!!!”

Once inside the barn she is lead to the centre of the large open space and told to sit on a well-worn ancient milking stool and to spread wide her thighs. She obviously enjoys being the centre of attention showing off her wet vagina and erect clitoris to George who doesn’t fail to notice her enticing moves.  A movie camera is set up 10 metres in front of her and is filming the scene as all three men surround Jean and encourage her to caress her tits and finger her cunt while she moans deeply.

Don and Fred join them as Jean turns to face them both and smiles broadly at them while fingering her cunt and caressing her nipples.

 Georges throws the wad of some 20 photos on the floor in front of her all showing her son in compromising positions, and she is horrified to see them all but commits more easily to her master’s domination.

She quickly finishes her orgasm and squirts abundantly her juices on the floor as Fred and Don look on in awe with Freds cock in full erection dropping out of his shorts to Dons amusement.

George winds up the session telling Don to re accompany Jean to her bus and homewards following the inverse process as before. You have only 15 minutes before the next bus so hurry yourselves.

Jean hurried to pick up her photos that George quickly took back and locked away in the cupboard.

She was allowed no time to clean up but rushed out with Don who had her dress and bag as they turned to leave George was attaching Fred hands behind his back and stripping down his tight satin shorts.

Don hurried her as they crossed the fields back to the clearing, the rain had fortunately slowed to a slight drizzle. In the clearing Don helped her slip into her dress which was now a little wet and transparent in patches, she slipped her shoes on and made their way back to the bus stop. As they waited for the bus she realised once again she had lost her photos and felt very downhearted feeling, she had let her son down.

The rest of the trip home was uneventful, and Don left her just at the end of her street at 18h30 so she had time to wash down and be ready for Mister John’s call at 22h.

The call came as planned at 20h and John told her how pleased he was with performance and that she could expect to be used again soon.

Then she had 10 minutes to talk dirty to John, he enjoyed provoking her to talk out loud about her hot wet cunt that she fingered incessantly from the frustration of not being fucked enough.

Her son was to go to work this evening, and he would call her tomorrow morning to explain things to her. Then he rang off leaving her a little bewildered but happy he was pleased with her.

It was to be my first night at the Pete’s Magna Gay club in town and I was looking forward to discovering my new job. Mister John gave me my clothes that were so sexy. I had black net stockings up to mid thigh and tiny silver satin shorts and a tight red singlet. My shaved head was covered with wig of straight black shoulder length hair and to crown it all John helped me to make up with red lipstick and blush. As I slipped into a pair of high heel black shoes I was so excited being dressed like this and really looking forward to discovering a new world.

As we walked out to the car Mister John explained to me that the club opened at 22h but that most guests arrived around midnight so my role was to fill the empty spaces and entertain the early arrivals to make them feel at home and encourage them to drink the most expensive drinks. I was to let them touch and fondle me if they drink.

I smiled at Mister John and he smiled back saying I looked good. I was happy to be his slave and felt I was falling in love with him.

We arrived at the club which was and old theatre from outside with a large car park with some 20 cars parked outside already and we parked at the far corner away from the club and we walked together to the club. I was thrilled to be walking out in public dressed as a whore.

We entered the clubs enormous sparsely lit ballroom with a DJ at the back blaring out the latest hits and Mister John called over a barman to take charge of me and he went off to his office upstairs.

The barman simply took me to the bar and told me to serve drinks to table 12 in the corner. They are good customers so keep them happy he added.

After some time searching in the penumbra, I found the table with three middle aged men already half drunk and I leaned over to serve their drinks a hand was immediately on my thigh and caressing my balls. He invited me to dance with him I agreed and we danced a slow right there next to the table in front of his friends who seemed more interested in each other than in us. We danced a few steps together as he fondled my bum and kissed my collar. I then moved away and suggested he buy me champagne, and walked back across the ballroom to the bar. The barman told me curtly to get back over there and persuade him to buy Champagne, that’s your job.

I returned to the table and sat down with my dancing partner who was so pleased to see me back he wanted to dance again, I was thirsty and wanted Champagne. His hands were on my thighs and he tried again to kiss me so I let him and his large wet tongue filled my mouth with the taste of whisky.

We moved out again to dance a few more steps and he sidled me down to an unoccupied alcove and pushed me to sit against the wall and he sat next me and made a sign to the barman to bring Champagne. Before I knew it he was all over me kissing me, fingering my bum and massaging my balls and a stiff erection. We had a few glasses together and he pulled my head down to his crotch and I felt his hard erect cock bursting to get out so I helped him release it. I was on him straight away taking his smallish sized cock to the back of my throat, pumping slowly and deliberately for what seemed liked hours until he squirted his juice.

I left him and went to straighten up in the toilets where the barman came to see me and reprimand me for taking too long with the client, I was to learn to get the guys cock harder and out quicker and the job done all within max 5 minutes then on to the next client. Start to build up your own group of regular clients and move around from table to table feel them out then move on and return later.

Come up to the bar from time to time to pick up newcomers and a pass for the night if possible. There are also special clients who have special tastes that you need to adapt to, also when you have free time you dance in front of everyone. He wished me good luck and walked out.

Later in the night I was persuading a client when to barman came to tell me to go immediately to Mister John’s office upstairs. I adjusted my dress and went upstairs, and the doorman knocked and opened the door for me letting me into the large plush office where Mister John was sat on the opulent black leather sofa and behind the large dark-wood desk was the man I had met very briefly on the garage forecourt just a few days before.

He spoke to John, “So this is your new boy from three days ago, he looks good, First day at the club today, any figures?”

John replied “Yes, My Master, he has pleased 5 clients already and is very willing and enjoys his work. He will make an excellent slave for you My Master.”

“There was a woman involved too how is that progressing?”

John replied enthusiastically “Oh Jean. Yes, My Master she is a nice-looking mature woman and such a body on her, a red-hot cunt supple and moist, nice size tits with huge firm nipples and large aureoles. There are some photos on your desk. She is proving quite cooperative we can get her to do just about anything, I think. She will prove to be good for BDSM (Bondage, Discipline and Sado Maso).”

The Master smiled and replied to John “I’ve spoken to George at the farm, and he is keen to see her back with him for a couple of sessions. You call her and arrange a pick-up and transport to the farm for tomorrow morning. George will handle the rest.”

We arrived back at our base around 5h30, and I sat with Mister John drinking a beer together in the lounge, he suggested that I call my mother and then pass her to him.

I picked up the phone and Mister John dialled the number, he knew my father had already left for work and would be absent until earl evening, my mother picked up almost immediately and was so happy to hear my voice, asking me suddenly all sorts of questions, I simply reassured her by saying I was fine, and she was not to worry, then Mister John snatched the phone away from me before I could finish.

He spoke in a sharp authoritative voice “Jean. It’s me John. You are not to worry about Philip I am looking after him and you must do as I tell you, do you understand?”

There was a long pause, and she said she would try to help.

John continued “George was pleased with your visit to the farm, and he wants you to come back to him for another session later this morning. I will send a friend to pick you up at the telephone box at 10h20 precisely. Do exactly as he tells you, and do not argue with him. Wear your white dress and shoes like last time, nothing else. I will call you at the phone box in the morning at 10h15. “

He then hung up.

I went for a shower and retired to my cell relieved at least for having spoken to my mother.

Jean was elated to have been contacted again, and her heart was beating hard and her memories of the last 48 hours were still vivid in her mind, as she sensed her cunt moistening and her clitoris stiffen. As John dictated his instructions then hung up so abruptly, she replayed the conversation in her head to ensure she forgot nothing. It was 6h00 so she had time to wash and get ready so finished her coffee and went upstairs and ran a bath.

 She stripped naked and looked at herself in the long mirror on the landing, placing her hands on her head and raising to her tip toes admiring her luscious body with precisely groomed pubic hairs to draw attention to her now moist cunt she could not resist stroking down her breasts and nipples to caress her tender clitoris. She knew that today was going to be full of sex and excitement and she shivered in anticipation, imagining what might be in store. She loved to see her body and show it off and her moist cunt longed to be abused. That whip he used last time, I’m sure he will force his fingers into me and strangle my clit in front of his friends. I hope I will get well and truly fucked today. Her fingers slid over her labia and touched her erect clitoris.

She slid into the bath and lingered dreaming of her last encounter with George and his dominance with the whip and his aggressive voice barking instructions that she could not refuse and that excited her so much.

Time passed quickly as she slipped on her white dress and high heel shoes then prepared herself a long glass of red wine and took time to make-up. Her lips with post-box red lipstick and powered her cheeks and sprayed with perfume. She was ready left the house and shut the door behind her. She knew John had a key.

It was a pleasant morning and she felt the light breeze on her breasts. She walked across the road to the phone box just as it started to ring.  She picked up the phone, it was John. He said “Jean, my friend will be there in five minutes, do not move.” And he hung up. She was a little surprised at the brutal way he had spoken to her but it aroused her.

The large closed white van pulled up beside her, she tried to open the door but it was locked. The driver made a sign for her to wait and then he stopped the engine and got out. He was a skinny, long haired, scruffy white 30 year old dressed only in tight shorts rolled down at the waist tight around his groin to show his manly bulge, he walked around to meet her and smiled at her with his arms akimbo looking her up and down.

“You the woman I’m to pick up?” as he stroked his large sex into position and opened the sliding side door and invited her to get in. She climbed up into the van which was empty except for ropes and shackles hanging from the sides and some chains on the floor.

He climbed in behind her and closed the door behind him. He said to her “I have my instructions and you will do as I say are you clear on that?”

She replied with a smile of approval “Yes I know I must follow your instructions and do as I am told, please I am prepared.”

“Good, so tell me you are naked under your dress, correct?” he asked.

She smiled again and nodded and he leaned over and lifted her dress with both hands to see her perfectly groomed cunt, he grinned adding “take it off, you will not be needing it any more today.”

She took it off over her head and handed it to him with a smile content to be standing naked in front of him. He told her to sit on the wheel arch and took a piece of string from the wall  and deftly tied a slip knot at one end then took her two hands joined flat together in front of her and slipped the knot over her thumbs and pulled it tight. She did not have the time to react before he pulled her tied hands behind her head and tied off the string to a ring on the panel behind her.

 She felt comfortable enough even if the wheel arch was cold metal with a couple of bolt heads just beneath the top of her thighs and the string around her thumbs was a little tight. She wriggle a bit to settle in and smiled up at him again.

“Now just spread your thighs nice and wide for me so we can have easy access to the promised land.” He asked adding “ you do have a beautiful pussy.”

He stood opposite her with his rigid cock now filling his shorts and said “you look fine like that so we can go now. I’m going to pick up three of my friends on the way who will be joining us, make sure you behave everything will be fine OK?” She smiled back and thought excitedly at the idea of being naked for several men at once.

He stepped out of the van  and slammed the door behind him and climbed into the drivers seat and looked back at her through the cage that separated them.

“You look just fine like that.” He said.

He started the engine and drove off looking back from time to time to make sure he still had a clear view of her fine cunt.

They drove on for some 10 minutes then stopped to pick up a smart looking fifty-year-old grey haired clean shaven man in a black leather flight jacket and jeans. He turned round to get an eyeful and said hello. She smiled back at him.

They drove off again and stopped again after several minutes and the side door slid open, and two men jumped in the back. A small fat bearded man and a younger medium built man in jeans and tee shirt climbed up into the van and closed the door behind them. The older man was a jovial sort wearing a blue overall and he said as he sat down on the wheel arch opposite “awesome bit of cunt George has found for us today, and what is your name me beauty?” She smiled back at him and replied “My name is Jean.”

The younger man moved to the back and stood beside her.

He placed his hand on her head and checked her binding to make sur she was attached correctly.

He then crouched beside her whilst his friends watched closely, encouraging him, he placed his hand on her nipple and tweaked it between his thumb and forefinger. She looked him in the eye and smiled at him. She sensed the eyes watching her and spread her thighs further apart and felt her adrenaline surge though her loins.  He tweaked harder and she pushed her breast into his hand, her nipple firm and erect.

The van jerked forward as they all settled in.

His hand moved to the next breast to excite her even more, she longed for him to finger her wet cunt, but he seemed only interest in her erect nipples.

The older man moved in on her kneeling in front his hands on her thighs pushing them apart, sliding them to her crotch. She sighed loudly as his hands approached her cunt urging him to continue, thrusting her hips forward.

He shouted to his friends “this one is red hot guys, look at this slut she is absolutely begging for it aren’t you?” and he continue “tell me how much you want to be fucked you slut tell us all. Scream it out, beg us to fuck your dripping red hot cunt.”

She felt so excited and she so wanted to be taken she started to say slowly at first in a murmur “yes I beg you please fuck my cunt.” Then she repeated it again and again raising her voice to a shout just as they arrived at the farm and George opened the door to hear her screaming to be fucked.

George shouted back at her “Don’t worry my bitch we’ll give you precisely what you need and lots besides.” 

She was taken to the barn and the string binding her thumbs still in place was attached to the ring on the top of the 2m stake in front of the rail where the four men stood to one side and George took his whip.

He gave four strokes in quick succession to which she screamed softly after each that struck her on each cheek leaving large red wealds and her body trembled.

George moved behind her whispered in her ear, “tell me bitch how much you loved me doing that to you, ask me nicely and I’ll give four more.”   His hand rub her bum cheeks and he insisted “bitch ask me for mor.” She moaned and whisper “please give me more.”

Georges shouts to his spectators “You hear her boys, she is begging for more?” and they cry out for more as they move closer.

He harangues Jean even more “They can’t hear you, shout to them, beg for more you slut, beg for more.” She is almost in tears as she moans again and tries to say out loud “I beg please give me more” he screams back at her  “louder you bitch louder, they can’t hear you, can you guys,” who react and call back moving even closer, and one last effort she cries out “give me more please I beg you.” and everyone cheers her on.

George orders her to turn around and to spread hers legs wide so he can target her clitoris and nipples. She turns reluctantly and he sees that she is not wholly enthusiastic so he approaches her and takes her in his arms, lifting her off the ground and grasping her cheeks, and he whispers to her, “you are my slut and you must obey me, you know that it is for the good of your son and you so your body is mine, tell me slut you will obey me.”

She moans and sobs a little while he fingers her ass first with one finger then with two and she wriggles her body and raises her legs around him he fingers her more and more deeply, now three fingers.

“Tell me slut you will obey me and behave for all my friends who are watching you. Say you are sorry and smile. Then beg me for more. I know you love and need the whip so let’s get on with it.” And he sets her back on the ground.”

She turns to the four spectators and apologises for her behaviour and smiles to each one.

George goes to the cupboard and returns to clip two small bells on each of her nipples and then clips two bells onto her labia and again whispers to her “you see my little fuck slut all is well and we can continue. So, smile for me. We have wasted enough time already and things could get worse for next time. I will of course have to report this to John.”

She smiles back at him and feeling the clamps on her nipples builds her excitement.

Georges takes his position and prepares his whip, he starts with one stroke to her breast and quickly follows with a second and a third strokes to her thighs, his rhythm builds through the fourth and fifth strokes aiming for her clitoris, she squirms and screams in extasy as the tip strikes her labia all of the next ten strike her directly. She moans heavily and has difficulty standing.

George calls the guys to bring a bail of hay and to take down and lay her across the bail and tie her off to the fence.

The men gather round her and watch as Georges starts to finger her hot wet cunt and she starts to whimper in pleasure, he shouts at her “LOUDER we can’t hear you” he indicates for the driver to get the dildos from the cupboard then starts to cream and lubricate her vagina with ginger excitants. She squirms from excitement and shouts her pleasure.

He shouts at her again “Now beg to be fucked again and again.”

She writhes in pleasure and screams to be fucked, she stretches her legs bringing her thighs together rubbing them together excitedly, the clamps on her labia chime in agitation her clitoris twitches and she moans in frustration and rolls from side to side closing her eyes and begging for release.

 

George orders the men to strip down and they surround her writhing body each of them takes a dildo and two of them manually spread her aching thighs.

He places his finger on her clitoris and places the dildo head to her well lubricated anus and applies pressure to commence penetration, his finger flicks her clit and her whole body seethes and her back arches violently as she screams to be fucked. He pinches her clit between his thumb and forefinger and firmly rolls and draws her out. With the abrupt movement of her hips he forces home the dildo in her rectum, grinding it gradually to full penetration.

He asks her loudly “You need more. Tell us all you want to be fucked, don’t hold back, you are a fuck slut and you need to be fucked hard and long, tell us ..”

She starts to blurt out and mumble “I want to be fucked, please fuck, please.”

“Not good enough for a slut like you. I want to hear clearly how you want to be fucked, by whom, how quickly, firmly or softly, like a pig or like a camel, be inventive and let us know what a slut like you needs.”

He slaps her cunt sharply then tells the men they have exactly 60 minutes to fuck the arse off the slut just as she starts to murmur how her cunt aching for a stiff male cock and wet with desire, open for all. “come fuck my cunt each of you, “ she pleads. The men line up between her thighs and fuck her violently one after the other to hear her moan with pleasure.

“Push my cunt real hard, make me cum now. I can take it for you, just give it to me hard.” She cries out.

Each of the men take long advantage of their access to her hot cunt using their full 60 minutes before George comes to untie her lead from the rear fence enabling her to bring her arms forward and he helps her to stand with her nipple and labia clamps still in place. He grasps her hair at her neck to balance as she struggles to put her high heels on again, her thumbs are still tied. He tells her stand up straight, pulling her up and he pushes her forward a step towards the men sat drinking their beers in the corner resting after their efforts. She stumbles slightly and he holds her firm. Her thumbs still attached her passes a cord around her upper arm then around behind her back to the other upper arm then cut the string tying her thumbs and roughly draws back her arms behind her back and finished binding her wrists together. He places a leather collar tightly around her neck.

George has his cane dangling from his wrist by a leather loop ready for use.

He moves close to her and whispers gently in her ear “you are a fuck slut so smile nicely to everyone and tell them each one after the other how happy you are and how much you enjoyed their attention, and that you are here for them to play with whenever they want. Show them your cunt and ring your bells for them. Have them play with your titties. Be a slut.”

She took a step forward and the cane struck across her ass, and he shouts, “stand straight and walk nice, let’s see your tits bounce. Be proud to be a slut.”

She springs upright and pulls back her shoulders then takes another step forwards and stands in front of the driver sat on the bench wearing his shorts, she smiles at him as George strokes her thighs with his cane, and tickles the clamps on her labia, as she spurts out her given phrase…and spread her legs to encourage him to caress her cunt. All four men were happy to oblige stroking and fingering as she swung her hips to enjoy the sensation.

 

She was invited to drink with them but from a dogs bowl. Then she was forced a large glass of red wine to drink that spilled over from her mouth, then an even larger glass of rough whiskey making her very drunk and George released her bonds but attached a lead to her collar.

In front of her friends she smiled and thanked them for helping her. George had also drunk a glass or two and he wanted to see her more active walking around and showing off her tits and especially her cunt. His cane was useful to keep her moving in the right direction and to poke her tits and clip her clitoris from time to time that made her yelp. It was obvious she was enjoying being watched and used as each man fingered her cunt in turn while George caned her ass and thighs.

A car drove into the farm yard and two more older men got out and she moved across to greet them with a smile and offer her cunt as she had been told.

Shanica Lopez saunters into the office, her stiletto heels echoing through the quiet corridor. She’s dressed to kill, or so it seems to Mr. Singh, who’s sitting at his desk, his eyes glued to the computer screen. The door clicks shut behind her, and she struts over, her translucent black tube dress clinging to every curve of her new body.

Mr. Singh’s eyes dart up, his heart racing as he takes in the sight before him. It’s the same cocky smirk he remembers from the student who used to sit in front of his desk, but now it’s painted onto a face of pure, plastic perfection. The devilish twinkle in her eyes sends a shiver down his spine, and he can’t help but feel a mix of anger and arousal. He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure, but it’s too late.

Shanica’s gaze is unwavering, her eyes locked onto his as she reaches behind her and unclasps the metallic pink chastity cage, freeing her erect cock. It bobs up and down, a silent declaration of intent. She straddles his desk, her oversized tits bouncing with the movement, and he can’t tear his eyes away from the piercings adorning her nipples. “You always had a taste for the forbidden, Mr. Singh,” she purrs, her voice a seductive whisper that fills the room.

Mr. Singh’s hand shakes as he reaches for his belt, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The rage at her transformation is still there, but it’s quickly being overwhelmed by the sheer, undeniable allure of the Bimbo Shemale FuckToy standing before him. He pulls out his cock, the veins bulging with desire. “You think you can just waltz in here and take control?” he growls, trying to maintain his dominance.

Shanica giggles, her voice now a high-pitched, sugary sweetness that sends his mind reeling. “Oh, I know I can, Mr. S,” she says, using the nickname that had once sent shivers down the spines of his female colleagues. She leans over the desk, her breasts dangerously close to his face, and runs a finger along the length of his cock. “You’ve always had a soft spot for the naughty ones, haven’t you?”

Her hand wraps around his shaft, her grip surprisingly firm for such a delicate-looking creature. She starts to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate, watching his reaction with a smug satisfaction. Mr. Singh’s eyes glaze over as she works him up, his resolve crumbling with each pass of her hand. He tries to remember the boy he once knew, the one who had pushed his buttons so mercilessly, but all he sees is a goddess of sexual depravity before him.

“You like that, don’t you?” she coos, her breath hot on his ear. He can feel the vibrations of her voice through his cock, and it’s all he can do to nod. She leans back, her own cock standing at full attention, pre-cum glistening in the harsh office light. “You know what I want, Mr. S,” she says, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. “Fuck my ass like you’ve never fucked before.”

Mr. Singh’s hands tremble as he reaches out to touch her, his mind racing with the reality of what’s about to happen. The room is thick with anticipation, the air charged with a tension that’s palpable. He can’t believe he’s about to fuck his former student, let alone the way she’s demanding it. But as his fingers brush against her silky skin, he knows there’s no going back.

He stands up, towering over her, and pulls her closer. His cock is now at her eye level, and she licks her lips, her eyes never leaving his. He grabs her by the back of the neck and pulls her down, feeling the warm wetness of her mouth envelop his shaft. She moans around him, her tongue swirling around his hard cock. He can feel the power dynamics shifting, the roles reversing in a deliciously twisted way.

He grabs her hair and pushes her down harder, his eyes never leaving hers. He’s in control now, and she loves every second of it. She takes him deeper, her throat tightening around his cock as she gags. He groans in pleasure, feeling his control slip even more as her teeth graze his shaft. He knows he’s going to lose it soon.

With a grunt, Mr. Singh pulls her off him, his cock glistening with her saliva. He flips her around and bends her over the desk, her ass high in the air, the pink jewel of her butt plug winking at him. He slaps her cheeks, watching them jiggle, leaving red handprints on her tattooed skin. “You’re going to get what you asked for, Slut!” he says, his voice low and dangerous.

Mr. Rush, the discipline master who had also known Shanica from her rebellious past, steps into the room, his eyes wide with lust. He locks the door behind him, his hand already on his zipper. He’s been watching her from afar, a secret fan of her online exploits, and now the opportunity has presented itself. The sight of her in the flesh, bent over and begging for it, is too much to resist.

Shanica’s eyes widen with excitement as she sees Mr. Rush. She winks at him, her tongue flicking out to moisten her lips, and beckons him closer with a seductive gesture. She knows exactly what he wants. “Come on, Mr. Rush,” she coos, “You’ve seen me take it in the ass so many times online, don’t you want a taste of this world-famous fuckhole?”

Mr. Rush’s face is a mask of lust as he unzips his pants and pulls out his rock-hard cock. It’s a sight Mr. Singh has never seen before – the usually stoic disciplinarian now a quivering mess of desire. Shanica looks over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she watches the two men. This is the kind of power she craves, the kind she’s had in every one of her 21 adult films.

“Oh, you’re going to love this,” she whispers to Mr. Rush, her voice dripping with seduction. She opens her mouth wide and sticks out her tongue, her full, plump lips begging to be filled. Mr. Rush steps forward, his cock bobbing with every step he takes, and positions himself in front of her face. She takes his length into her mouth, her eyes never leaving Mr. Rush’s, and starts to suck him off with a fervor that’s both terrifying and exhilarating.

Mr. Rush groans as she works her magic, his hips thrusting forward, pushing his cock deeper into her throat. She gags, her eyes watering, but she doesn’t stop. She loves the feel of his cock in her mouth, the taste of his desire. She can feel Mr. Singh’s eyes on her, watching as she takes another man’s cock, and it only makes her hotter. She knows she’s pushing their buttons, turning their world upside down, and she relishes every moment of it.

With a pop, she releases Mr. Rush’s cock, letting it bob in the air, glistening with her spit. She winks at him again, then looks back at Mr. Singh, who’s now standing behind her, the plug in his hand. She feels the cool metal leave her ass, and the sudden emptiness makes her moan. She’s eager for what comes next, eager to feel Mr. Rush’s cock fill her up again.

But before Mr. Rush can take his place, Mr. Singh slams his desk drawer open and pulls out a bottle of lube. “My turn,” he says, his voice gruff with desire. He slicks his cock, then slams it into her, the force of his thrust making her gasp. The words “breed me” inked around her asshole seem to pulse in time with his thrusts. She’s so wet, so ready for this, that he slides in easily despite his size.

Her eyes roll back in her head as Mr. Rush watches her slutty expression. He can’t believe the transformation in the student he once knew, now a porn star taking both of their cocks with ease. The sight of Mr. Singh’s cock disappearing into her ass, the way her cheeks jiggle with every pump, it’s like a scene straight out of one of her movies. But this isn’t a movie. This is real.

Mr. Rush steps closer, his cock now pressing against her cheek. He’s lost in the moment, the pent-up desire of years of watching her on his computer screen coming to a head. He can’t help but reach out and touch her, feeling the softness of her skin, the heat of her body. She opens her mouth wider, taking him in, her tongue swirling around his head. He can feel her throat contracting, trying to take more of him in.

Mr. Rush starts to fuck her face, his hips moving in time with Mr. Singh’s thrusts into her ass. Each time Mr. Rush withdraws, a string of saliva connects them, only to be snapped when he slams back into her mouth. She moans around his cock, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through his body. He reaches out and grabs one of her silicone tits, squeezing it hard, feeling the weight of it in his hand. He’s never been with someone so… extravagant. Her moans only grow louder as he tweaks her pierced nipples, rolling the metal between his thumb and forefinger.

Mr. Rush watches, mesmerized, as Mr. Singh’s cock disappears into her ass. He can feel the heat from her body, the smell of sex filling the room. He moves closer, his cock sliding along her cheek, leaving a trail of precum. He can’t resist anymore and pushes into her mouth, feeling her tongue wrap around him. He’s lost in the sensation, the sight of her taking both their cocks like a pro.

Mr. Singh’s hand comes down hard on her ass, the sound echoing through the room. She jumps, her asshole contracting around his cock, sending waves of pleasure through him. He starts to slap her cheeks in rhythm with his thrusts, the sound of flesh on flesh making him even harder. He squeezes her tits, pinching her pierced nipples until she squeals around Mr. Rush’s cock. She’s taking them both like a champ, her body made for this kind of punishment.

Mr. Rush’s eyes are glued to the sight of his cock disappearing into her mouth, her cheeks hollowed out with each suck. He can feel himself getting closer, the tension building in his balls. With a roar, he slams his cock deep into her throat and starts to cum, thick ropes of white hot cum shooting into her mouth. She swallows around him, her throat muscles working to take it all in. He pulls out, panting, and watches as she opens her mouth to show them she’s taken every drop.

Shanica’s eyes water as she swallows, a trickle of cum running down her chin. She giggles, the sound muffled by Mr. Rush’s cock still in her mouth, and looks up at Mr. Singh, who’s now lost all semblance of control. He’s fucking her ass like a man possessed, his hand coming down on her cheek with a resounding smack. The pain only makes her wetter, her ass tightening around his cock. She reaches back with one hand, playing with her own cock, feeling the precum leaking out of her slit.

Mr. Rush watches, his own cock now forgotten, as Mr. Singh’s hips slam into Shanica’s round ass cheeks. He’s never seen anything so erotic, so depraved, and he can feel his own orgasm building again just from watching. He reaches out, his hand trembling, and touches her thigh, his fingers tracing the words “Sissy Slut” along the inked pink flowers.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room as Mr. Singh fucks her harder, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirrored reflection of his own desire and disgust. She takes it all, her moans echoing around the room, each one louder than the last. She’s loving every second of it, the pain mixing with pleasure in a delicious cocktail that sends her spiraling towards climax.

With a final, guttural roar, Mr. Singh can’t hold back any longer. He slams into her one last time, his cock buried to the hilt, and starts to cum. The warmth of his seed fills her up, spilling out around his cock, making her ass cheeks slick with their combined juices. She feels his grip tighten on her hips, his nails digging into her skin as he empties himself into her, each spurt sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.

Mdm Aisha, Mr. Singh’s stoic secretary, had always maintained a professional demeanor, her stern gaze and sharp tongue keeping everyone in line. But behind the closed door of her office, her strict persona slipped away like a silk scarf, revealing the insatiable slut that craved the depravity she had been forced to hide. Dressed in her usual formal attire, she couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement as she heard the unmistakable sounds of passion echoing through the wall that separated her from Mr. Singh’s office. Her heart raced, knowing that she was about to witness a scene that would make even the most seasoned of porn enthusiasts blush.

Her eyes widened with lustful anticipation as she approached the blinds, the soft click-clack of her heels on the tiles the only sound in the otherwise silent room. She peered through the slit she had created, her pupils dilating as she took in the sight of Shanica Lopez, the infamous bimbo shemale, spread out on Mr. Singh’s desk. The two men she knew so well were lost in a frenzy of lust, their cocks buried deep in the plastic goddess’ willing holes. The image was like a scene plucked from her darkest, most secretive fantasies.

Her hand slipped under her skirt, her fingers finding their way to her soaking wet pussy. She began to furiously rub her clit, the fabric of her panties doing little to muffle the sound of her wetness. The thought of Mr. Singh fucking someone so blatantly, so brazenly, sent a jolt of electricity through her body. It had been months since he had used her as his personal fuck toy, leaving her desperate and aching for his attention. But as she watched him pound away at Shanica’s ass, she felt a strange sense of satisfaction, knowing she had once been the object of his desire.

Her other hand reached for the neckline of her blouse, her breasts spilling out as she pinched her nipples. She could feel the weight of her secret pressing down on her chest, the unspoken truth that she had carried for so long. The child she bore was not her husband’s, but Mr. Singh’s, the result of their illicit office trysts. Her husband, blissfully ignorant, had raised the little girl as his own, never suspecting the truth that lay hidden beneath the surface of their marriage.

As Mr. Rush joined in, her breath hitched in her throat. She had always had a soft spot for the discipline master, his stern demeanor only making her want him more. She watched as he filled Shanica’s mouth with his cock, her own mouth watering at the sight. The room was thick with the scent of sex, and she could feel her body responding, her juices flowing like a river.

Mdm Aisha’s hand moved faster, her eyes glued to the trio’s reflection in the window. She could feel her own orgasm building, the tension in her body tightening with every thrust and moan that reached her ears. The thought of her two lovers fucking someone else, right there in the office, was more than she could bear. Her own moans grew louder, matching the crescendo of the sounds coming from next door.

Suddenly, she could hold back no longer. Her body convulsed, her pussy clenching around her fingers as she came hard. She bit her lip to muffle her cries, her eyes never leaving the erotic tableau before her. She felt a strange mix of jealousy and excitement, her mind racing with the possibility of joining them. But for now, she remained the horny voyeur, her hand still working her clit as she watched Mr. Rush spurt his load into Shanica’s mouth, Mr. Singh’s cock still buried deep in her ass.

The climax washed over her like a tidal wave, leaving her trembling and breathless. She leaned against the wall, her heart pounding in her chest as she composed herself. As she takes a final glance through the blinds, Shanica Lopez winks at her.

After the boys dropped me home, I raced upstairs to shower off immediately. To be honest, I was hoping nobody would be home – especially not my older brother, Cliff.

Cliff and I didn’t really get along. Guess you could say he was the black sheep of the family. While I had always focused on my studies and being involved in high school activities, Cliff didn’t seem particularly invested in anything. He’d fallen in with the wrong crowd in high school, got busted for drugs a couple of times and now that he was 21, didn’t have much of a future. He didn’t bother with college, worked a couple of service jobs he hated, put most of the money into covering himself in tattoos and spent most of his afternoons either working out in the home gym Dad had built in the garage or getting high in the basement with his loser friends. We didn’t have much in common and barely spoke, keeping to ourselves.

Luckily, he didn’t seem to be home so I jumped in the shower, letting the hot water wash all the filth off me. I gently fingered the pussy between my legs – it sure wasn’t going anywhere. I felt the gooey remnants of my best friends’ fuckfest trickle out of me as I cleaned up my hole as best as I could.

As I fingered myself, my thoughts strayed back to Tyler. The other guys just fucked me like a whore – a piece of meat to use to get their rocks off. But Tyler… I had to admit… I was enjoying his lingering looks, the gentle touches, the way he always wanted to check in on me and how I was doing. Is this how it felt to be someone’s girlfriend?

I dried myself off and wandered back to my bedroom, making sure my lower half was discreetly covered under my towel even though I was confident I had the house to myself. Once inside my room, I closed the door and finally took advantage of the full length mirror to examine my body. It was surreal seeing how I looked properly for the first time. I still had my lean athletic build, tight pecs, ripped biceps, a 6 pack tapering down to a V shape at my waist and good strong glutes. But there was no denying my penis was long gone. A tight pink slit had replaced it. What was I? Was I still a guy? Did I have a womb in there? Ovaries? Was I going to start having periods??

I felt my labia and how it smoothed out my pelvis, dipping down between my legs. I gently let one finger dip between those lips to gently scrape across my clitoris. I shuddered with delight. It was so sensitive. I knew now that was part of the curse – its hypersensitivity was turning me into a cock-hungry slut and my pheromones were driving any guy nearby me crazy, desperate to plunge inside my crevice. It made them see me differently. No longer one of the lads. No longer their friend. Cody saw me as a cheap slut. Tyler saw me as somebody he needed to protect. And the others? They just wanted more!

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t hear the footsteps outside my door until it was too late. My bedroom door flew open as Cliff barged inside.

“Yo Jacks, I need to borrow…” He stopped dead in his tracks, mouth agape.

“Get the fuck out, shithead!” I shouted as I grabbed for a towel, trying to cover up my private parts. I quickly covered myself up but the damage was done.

Cliff looked at me in confusion. “Bro, what the fuck is going on?”

“Nothing! Get out of my room!”

But Cliff just stood there.

“Get the fuck out,” I repeated as I shoved him towards the door but he just reached down and whipped the towel away, exposing my vagina.

“Is that a pussy?” he gasped as he stared at my body, bewildered.

I sighed. “It’s a long story. It’s some fucked up joke. I’m gonna fix it.”

Cliff’s bewilderment gave way to amusement. He chuckled as he stared at it, still not sure if his eyes were deceiving him. “Is it, like, the real thing? Does it work?”

“What the fuck, Cliff? What do you mean – does it work?? It’s a fucking cunt!”

“Does it taste like the real thing?”

My temperature dropped when I saw Cliff’s mood shift. He had gone from being amused and confused by it to having that look my friends did – that look when they’re not my friends anymore… they’re horny beasts desperate to get off.

“No. No. Don’t. Get out,” I pleaded as I backed away.

But he pounced. It was like when we were younger and used to wrestle but this time the stakes were higher. Way higher. Cliff wasn’t built like me, but he was lean and wiry and not afraid to fight dirty. He had a mean streak that gave him a strange animal strength. He shouldered me, knocking me flat on my back on my bed. I struggled to get up but he quickly grabbed my thighs and pushed them back, so my knees were knocking against my ears. And then he dove head first between my legs, licking the full length of my now stretch open pussy. I groaned in surprise. The violence and fear suddenly giving way to sweet relief.

He grinned as he looked up at me, “tastes like the real thing too.”

And he dove back down, his expert tongue scribbling out the alphabet on my swelling cunt as he buried his face in my wet, pink cavern. I didn’t know much about my brother’s dating history. He never seemed to have a steady girlfriend but I’d heard rumours that he loved to fuck around. Clearly any girl he fucked wasn’t being left disappointed either. The guy knew how to eat pussy! I trembled as his tongue swirled up and down my slit and he gently sucked on my clitoris, the tiniest remnant of the penis I used to have. I knew there was no point trying to fight him off so I just lay back and let him pleasure me. He seemed to be enjoying it just as much, sucking up any fluids my slit released. His unshaven stubble made me tingle as it scratched my thighs and cunt lips as he pushed his tongue deeper and deeper inside me.

“Cliff! You better….ssst…. I’m gonna….” I felt myself on the verge of orgasm.

He suddenly pulled his face back, flushed and wet. “Not yet, bro. Not til I see how good you feel.” His pants were already undone. He had been jacking his cock while he ate me out and before I could stop him, he plunged the full length of his meat inside me. We both groaned at the sudden deep impact.

“Fuck bro,” he exclaimed. “Never knew you had such a tight pussy.”

Neither did I, I thought as he started pounding into me. He fucked me harder than any of the others. Like he hated me. Like he was taking out years of aggression on me. To be honest, I’d always figured he’d end up in prison. He was rough and didn’t give a fuck about anyone. I was sure he was getting up to serious trouble that the rest of the family didn’t know about. And now my rough-as-guts brother was showing me his mean streak on my own bed. He stared at me coldly, enjoying the mix of pain and pleasure on my face as I wasn’t used to getting fucked this hard.

“I’m gonna fuck you all the time, bro,” he whispered. “You’re gonna have my cum dripping out of you every time you take a step.” I shivered, kind of knowing it was true and kind of wanting it to be true too. His balls were slapping against me and I knew it wouldn’t be long before they were unloading inside me.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS????”

Cliff and I both gasped as we turned and saw our father standing in the doorway. Cliff immediately pulled his throbbing cock out of me and jumped up.

“Dad, it’s not what you think.” Dad silenced him with a look and then turned his eyes to me. His face turned red when he saw his golden boy, the apple of his eye, now with his legs spread open and a dripping, freshly fucked cunt between them.

“What the fuck is this?” he repeated, this time in a low whisper.

“It’s a curse,” I whimpered.

“It feels fuckin’ awesome,” chimed in Cliff, not helping the situation.

Dad slowly walked towards me. I watched him helplessly, knowing there was nothing I can do. Dad had been a stud in his day too. He was around 44 now and kept fit in his labourer job, still holding onto most of his muscle tone underneath a layer of light fur (I had noticed on our beach trips). Working in the sun all day had kept him tanned, helped by the Italian blood in our family lineage.

“Touch it, dad. It’s real.” Cliff called from the sidelines as Dad stood between my open legs. I tried to shake my head, feeling like a nervous kid who was about to be punished.

“It’s just a trick, Dad. We can’t…” But I could see Dad’s cock straining against his pants. I hadn’t seen my father’s penis since I was a little kid. I remember it looking massive then but figuring all dicks looked massive when you were just a boy. But as the head slowly peeked out from above the top of his waist band, I knew time had nothing to do with it. Dad was clearly hung. He rubbed his hand across his meat, absentmindedly, his eyes still fixed on my vagina as if working out what to do with it.

“We can’t, Dad. What about mom?” He reached out to scoop up a drop of vaginal fluid that was leaking out of me. He examined it on his finger for a moment before licking his finger clean. Time seemed to stop as we stared at each other, looking deeply into each others eyes. I didn’t even see him undo his pants but before I knew it – his massive, girthy cock was sticking out in front of him at full mast. It had to be close to ten inches and as thick as a beer can. Now I was really scared. That thing could not go inside me. I could not get fucked by my own Dad. It was too wrong. It was too taboo. We both looked down where the head of his cock was resting against my vagina lips, but not inside me. We both just waited, daring each other to move. Both wanting to but also knowing we couldn’t. This was one bridge too far.

“Don’t put it in there, Dad…” but my words gave way to a long sigh as the first inch pushed inside me. He took a breath… then pushed one more inch inside me. I sighed with pleasure -this was happening. My own father was penetratingme! And then our hips moved in unison, drawn to each other like magnets as my cunt swallowed him up and he pushed himself into me. 

“Ohhh daddy,” I moaned as my father started to fuck me. I couldn’t believe how FULL I felt. I’m truly stuffed. His monster schlong had stretched me open – there was no way I could take anything bigger than this inside my body. It was like a fucking baseball bat or a battering ram being slowly shoved into me. Dad sighed as he fucked me in deep but gentle, loving thrusts. His face relaxed and he seemed to de-age before me. I realized he probably hadn’t fucked Mom in a long time. He needed this. A pussy to fulfil his needs. A hole to take out all his manly urges on. And part of me was thrilled to be that for my daddy. To please him. To let him get off. I wanted to make my Dad feel good. He deserved it. He had raised me. Taught me how to ride a bike. Played catch. Given me a lifetime of memories. And now our bodies were locked together as he prepared to inseminate me with the same seed that had made me.

I clamped my pussy down on him, milking his cock, determined to give him the best orgasm of his life as he humped me. I held onto his meaty butt, pulling him in tighter and closer as he invaded me. Dad groaned in appreciation as his thrusts started to speed up.

I could see Cody in the corner of my eye, jacking his cock, loving the live sex show between father and son happening right in front of him. His eyes aglow with excitement. He moved closer to the action. His dick only inches from my face – but there was no way I was gonna suck my fuckwad brother’s dick. I hear the soft splatter of my brother’s spooge on my mattress and bed sheets as my brother nutted, too turned on by the show to hold back.

Dad wasn’t far behind, his body beginning to quiver and convulse from the impending orgasm. The thrill of knowing my big father’s healthy masculine seed was about to inseminate me was too much for me. My body rippled and I cried out in orgasm, thrashing against my furry father’s body as I held onto him, like I used to cling to him when he carried me as a small boy. Finally Dad let loose and seeded his favorite son, shooting pulse after pulse of warm man milk deep into my womb.

He grunted loudly in my ear, groaning with satisfaction and pleasure. Slowly Dad pulled his still dripping meat out of my well fucked pussy. I immediately felt empty, missing it. Wanting it back inside me. The three of us stared at each other, not sure what we had done. Had we crossed a line??

But then suddenly – “Boys! I’m home!” Mom was at the front door!!!

All three of us lunged for our clothes, quickly covering ourselves up so Mom would have no idea at the animal betrayal that had just occurred between all the people she cared about.

To Be Continued…