Malan Mothers on RehomeChapter 8
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As I said I long for a society where people are more open and acceptable about nudity and nakedness in general.
I think that is part of what is so bad with society at present, people are so suppressed with rules and regulations and crazy laws dreamed up by often overpaid under worked politicians, many who are or have been proven to be living a lifestyle in a protected world where they can abuse people and through the system they create. They have allowed a society to be created where sectors of our own citizens are allowed to be harassed, abused, tortured and ****d by racist or paedophile gangs who prey on the innocent and receive no realistic judicial punishment for their crimes.
The other day there was a report that there was a huge Muslim grooming gang that abused and ****d several innocent teenage girls from care homes and it was clear that those in authority knew about it, but were struck to silence for either fear of v******e against themselves or their families, or financial gain. Either way society failed these girls and sometimes boys too; in the world of Paedophilia there is no difference.
I lay asleep in my bed in the care home I was allocated to several months back, I had wanted to go to the same care home as my sister went, but we were separated and had no say in the matter, as per normal adults get to say what happens in our lives. The first few months had gone well at the care home, but in recent weeks things have taken a considerable turn. On one of my Medical visits to the care home sister, I was asked to undress and stand on the scales to measure my weight; I did this as asked and undressed down to my underpants. The sister then turned to me and asked if I were deaf, I replied no and she nodded to me and I pulled my underpants down and covered my genitals up. She picked up a long ruler and told me to stand in front of her and place my hands upon my head; once again I complied feeling awkward at being naked in front of a woman. She placed the ruler under my penis and rested it against my testicles and let the ruler lift and fall and lift and fall; she asked me if I got aroused at any time. I informed her I did not and then she asked if I were Gay, I responded that I didn’t think so.
“So you do like women then?” She responded sharply.
“Yes” I replied.
“Well that will have to do for now” she stated as she ticked another box on her checklist.
With that she pointed to a bowl of water on a table and asked me to go and wash my penis, “Thoroughly boy!” she furthered.
Once I had finished she called me back over and asked me to stand on a chair. “That’s better” she said, “I can see you better now”. She said.
With that she proceeded to start undressing herself, she turned around so her back was to me and asked if I would unzip her uniform, I did and she let it slip down her rather curvaceous figure. Although not the typical medical sister, she was a large stout Brunette BBW lady with ample breasts. I could not take my eyes from her as her uniform touched the floor. “Could you undo my Brassiere clips too please?” she asked, “They can be a bit fiddly!”
I let my finger slowly as possible feel the soft silk material against the sisters soft, warm and very feminine skin; I wanted to caress her shoulders for the rest of the night. Suddenly I snapped back to reality and I unclipped the back of her brassiere and she slipped that over her ample bosoms and allowed it to fall to the ground, I could see the curvy edges of her breasts edging out the side of her body. I knew I liked what I saw, but I never felt anything in the groin area, that she kept asking about and felt I had somehow failed her. Her hands gripped the sides of her knickers and slid them down and leant over to grab them from her bare feet, she screwed them up and held them to her nose. “Would you like to smell me boy?” she asked lustfully, in a deep husky voice. I replied “Yes” expecting it was what I was supposed to say. Her dark brown eyes lit up as she handed me her knickers which I immediately noticed were damp in the crotch area. “Go on Baby, smell them” sister instructed. I held the warm damp knickers against my nose and inhaled. I was intoxicated, the scent was amazing; it took me by surprise at first, but I loved it. Her eyes lit up even more and she flicked the ruler against my testicles and it threw me out of my erotic moment.
“Come on boy!” She said, “Let’s see that cock of your get hard, shall we?” sister asked.
She told me to lay on the medical table face down and she stood in front of me fully naked with her vagina inches away from my face. She warmed up in her hand an oily lotion from a bottle and proceeded to rub it on my back and all over the back of my body, Occasionally letting the initially cool refreshing oil dribble down the crack of my backside and down gently finding the back of my testicles. BOOM, I felt my penis suddenly grow into an erection. I had heard rumours as there always are in care homes that I had gotten several erections in my sleep, but this was the first one I had physically known about. sister noticed too, as she asked me to turn over.
“Oh my, now that is a nice looking cock, isn’t it boy?” she asked me.
“I..I..I guess so sister” I replied.
With that she clasped her hand around my erect penis and started to caress it, rubbing it slowly in up and down motions and pulling my foreskin back. I knew it was wrong what we were doing, but I was feeling emotions I had never felt before. Gradually she got faster and her grip tightened too, I lay there watching her large buxom breasts sway in rhythm to her hand movements and the sensation of being masturbated was awesome too.
“Let’s see if you can cum too shall we?” sister asked.
“Whats cumming, sister?” I asked.
“You`ll see soon enough!” She replied.
Within minutes, I felt the strange sensation from inside me as I felt this thing making its way towards my groin, into my penis and...”Fucking Hell!” I almost screamed as the force of my semen shot from my erect penis, the sensation was nothing like I had ever felt...ever!
sister looked amazed for a split second and then she grabbed a plastic bottle and sc****d the semen from her hand into the bottle.
“Yes, you`ll do boy!” sister said as she washed her hands and dried them and filled in another box or two on the medical sheet.
Suddenly my nice big erect cock that sister liked so much was gone and back to looking like a Brussels Sprout, served up on Sunday with the half cooked meal we got.
“So now what?” I asked as sister started to get dressed again.
“So what, nothing!” She replied, “You`re done”.
I slipped off the table and went to grab my clothes when she snatched them from me.
“You won’t be needing those for a while” sister said.
I assumed I was going to have another medical test, but sister called through to the head of the care home, Miss Halstead. Miss Halstead was the opposite to sister, she was stunning and could have easily been a model; in her mid-thirties, blonde hair, great figure, sexy legs that were always adorned in sexy stockings, on her curvaceous hips hung a sleek standard office grey pleated skirt with a red leather belt, her voluptuous breasts were held firmly in place by a very enhancing bra covered by a either a very thin material blouse, or in the summer a sheer top; she was divine...and she knew it too.
Miss Halstead led me through the care home, I was still naked and my now un-erect penis was dripping of semen, I was told to keep my hands upon my head and follow Miss Halstead. We passed several rooms with various c***dren looking out in anticipation of another c***d being told off or humiliated...better them than you. I could feel every set of eyes looking at me starting at my penis, laughing, thinking of what to say at dinner time when we are together. But no, I was led into Miss Halsteads room and ordered to stand next to her, she took out a folder and took a few minutes reviewing what she had probably only just finished reviewing and then turned to me.
“So c***d” Miss Halstead said. “You have a fine erection and have ejaculated successfully”
She knew perfectly well what my name was, but chose to ignore it. She took her time to thoroughly look over my naked body, asking me to pose in various positions and marked them down on her sheet from the folder.
“So, You have seen sister naked, boy!” She said, “And got an erection from her and ejaculated?” Although it was a question, it was posed as a statement.
“Yes Miss Halstead” I replied.
“I like you boy” Miss Halstead furthered, “Do you like me?”
“Oh, yes Miss Halstead” I responded.
“I thought so” She replied.
With that she started to undress, I could not believe my luck, all the boys fancied Miss Halstead, even if we didn’t know what it really meant, but now I was feeling lust and now I knew what an erection was, I get the feeling they were going to keep coming.
It wasn’t long before Miss Halstead was down to her bra knickers and suspenders. There was no comparison between sister and Miss Halstead.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door, Miss Halstead opened it immediately and in walked three Muslim men and a Muslim woman dressed in black with just her eyes on show. The male Muslims, one looked not much older than me, chubby with what to me looked like pyjama trousers on and a loose fitting jumper, with his fat belly hanging out, the second was older, probably in his late twenties, more muscular and smartly dressed in very shiny shoes, beige trousers freshly pressed, white shirt open necked, with a bushy beard and dark aviator sunglasses, the third was in his late fifties slim and tall with a rough beard, wearing a pair of flip flops, white loose pyjama style bottoms and a well-worn t-shirt with some advertising logo on.
Miss Halstead thanked them for coming and received a large brown envelope which she placed in a drawer in her desk and locked. All three Muslim men were eyeing her up in her sexy lingerie. Suddenly Miss Halstead turned to a double door cabinet and unlocked it and opened it to reveal a whole host of adult sex toys laid out on display.
“Would you like the uniform cupboard open too” inquired Miss Halstead.
The three men shook their heads.
“I don’t think we have the time today Miss H” responded the second man.
“Well let us begin gentlemen and lady” She replied.
I stood there anxious as I was still naked and now feeling very vulnerable in front of Miss Halstead and four strangers. They all started to walk around me like I was a dead antelope carcass, eyes glancing me up and down trying to work out if I were good enough for the pack of wolves to eat. Little did I know how close to the truth I were.
“Remember what sister did with you boy?” Miss Halstead asked me.
“Yes Miss Halst..” I didn’t get any further.
Miss Halstead`s hand had touched me, touched my still sticky un-erect penis, I felt her soft gentle touch and hoped upon hope I could get erect once again and not let Miss Halstead down in front of her guests. Her touch was soft and gentle and I felt that tingling sensation in my groin, I felt my penis begin to twitch, I began to feel aroused. I looked and saw the looks on the four Muslims faces, there was satisfaction there.
I then saw the second man nod to the first and he walked towards me, smiled at me and licked his lips. He then reached forward and placed his hand next to Miss Halstead`s and touched my penis and run his sweaty finger along the tip of my bright pink bell-end, Miss Halstead holding my foreskin back.
“I have a treat for you boy” he said, “Would you like to suck on something tasty?”
“Yes please” I replied innocently.
He then untied the rope belt he had around his waist and his pyjama bottoms fell to the ground and he caressed his thick un-erect cock, gradually stroking it and massaging it like sister did to mine, although unlike mine his got erect far quicker. He then moved towards me and Miss Halstead said, “Come on boy; take it all in for Mummy!”
She wasn’t my Mummy, but it got me aroused thinking of her and thinking about her naked. I didn’t think much of sucking this man’s penis, I just opened my mouth and in it went, it was a bit big and he did force it in a bit too much at first, but then I found it okay as I sucked his cock for several minutes. As I was sucking him, Miss Halstead was pleasuring my testicles and I felt in heaven. A few minutes later my life had changed forever.
I had his thick cock inside my mouth for several minutes and then he called out “Taste me boy, Taste me!” as he shot his load of semen into my mouth. I am not sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that, I am not sure what aggravated me the most, the taste of his cum, the fact he didn’t warn me, or the shock, but I didn’t like it and pulled away, it was then Miss Halstead changed from Miss Nice Halstead into Dominatrix Halstead in the blink of an eye.
She shouted at me for humiliating her in front of her friends and she grabbed me and dragged me out of her office, still fully naked and with semen dribbling from my mouth. We were followed by the four Muslims, one still bottomless. We reached a door I had seen many times, but was always locked, Miss Halstead unlocked it and dragged me down some stairs to another door, unlocked that and as we entered the room, Miss Halstead switched on the lights. There was large room with a large circular bed in the middle with red and black satin sheets, next to it were two large display cases full with more sex toys and more extreme. There was a wooden chair with no seat on and most noticeable of all were the works of art hanging on the wall; four works of BDSM art on each of the three walls and three on the end with the door, each one a resident of the care home, supposedly left for a better life. There was however a special place left on the wall for the newest piece of art; that was me. I quickly scanned the works of art and worked out the eldest work of art was the same age as I was. Also in the room were two others, a Male and Female and they were guards for the works of art. The works of art were ball-gagged either hanging or in some kind of BDSM device fixed to the wall; apart from the spare frame which was on the back of the door, this was plain apart from four straps to hold the subjects arms and legs apart and leave their full frontal body on display.
In the room was a long wooden bench with restraints at either end, Miss Halstead placed me face down on the bench and strapped me to it. I watched as she walked over to the cupboard and select a thick paddle; you do not need to be a genius to know what was coming next. I watched as Miss Halstead placed a black pvc cloak over her shoulders, she then turned towards me and for the first time, I saw her fully naked under that cloak.
“You are new to this boy” Miss Halstead started, “You will be trained to serve the needs of all who use you and abuse you, do you understand?”
“Yes Miss...” I started to reply.
“Dominatrix, is how you will refer to me from on, understand?” She barked at me.
“Yes Dominatrix” I replied.
It was then Dominatrix walked around me once again eyeing up her prey.
THWACK! I felt the pain of the paddle as it hit my bare backside. THWACK, THWACK, THWACK!
Dominatrix continued to tell me what my tasks would be, what I would learn, who I would serve and while she was talking I felt a cool substance being applied by someone; not Dominatrix as she was still walking around me, but someone touching my backside, I felt extremely vulnerable and wanted to call an end to this, but know it was no longer a game you could just get out of.
My mouth was now drying up and the taste of cum still quite strong in my mouth, I asked if I could have a drink and Dominatrix turned to me and said that I could have the House Special. It was then that the third of the Muslim men approached and dropped his trousers and his semi-erect penis was inches away from my face, Dominatrix placed a metal mouth opener into my mouth and the Muslim man proceeded to piss into my mouth. His warm piss entering my mouth and interacting with the other man’s semen wasn’t pleasant, but I could do nothing about it. Once he finished I was instructed by him to suck his cock clean; I did. It was then I felt something, I never forgot, I felt the tip of a cock touch my backside, I knew what was about to happen and begged Dominatrix to make it stop, my cries fell on deaf ears. I felt the bell-end of the man’s cock gradually force its way into the cheeks of my backside and slowly push deeper and deeper in to me, the pain was almost unbearable and within a few minutes he cum and pulled out, squirting some more semen over my back. Thank goodness that was over; only it wasn’t, I received another two fucks from the Muslim men in the following amount of time, which I had lost track of. My backside was immensely sore, I felt degraded, humiliated and filthy and just wanted to be alone in a bath. I was however untied from the bench and watched as Miss Halstead, Dominatrix slipped her cloak off and slipped back into her lingerie, the Muslim men stood and waited for me to suck their penises clean and got redressed and the five of them left the room, the door closed and the lock clicked.
I was led by the male guard towards a set of wooden double doors, he slid the key into the lock and unlocked the door and swung the double doors open, the room was dimly lit by candles, the odour of the room was dank; a scent of candles, sweat and filth. As my eyes gradually settled to the darkness, I saw the cages set around the large room that was approximately half the size of the Assembly Hall. The cages were filled with other care home residents, some whose pictures graced the previous room; all were naked, exposed and vulnerable, male and female, all ball-gagged so as not to speak to one another. I was ball-gagged and unceremoniously pushed into a cage.
I was no longer a free man or boy!
I think that is part of what is so bad with society at present, people are so suppressed with rules and regulations and crazy laws dreamed up by often overpaid under worked politicians, many who are or have been proven to be living a lifestyle in a protected world where they can abuse people and through the system they create. They have allowed a society to be created where sectors of our own citizens are allowed to be harassed, abused, tortured and ****d by racist or paedophile gangs who prey on the innocent and receive no realistic judicial punishment for their crimes.
The other day there was a report that there was a huge Muslim grooming gang that abused and ****d several innocent teenage girls from care homes and it was clear that those in authority knew about it, but were struck to silence for either fear of v******e against themselves or their families, or financial gain. Either way society failed these girls and sometimes boys too; in the world of Paedophilia there is no difference.
I lay asleep in my bed in the care home I was allocated to several months back, I had wanted to go to the same care home as my sister went, but we were separated and had no say in the matter, as per normal adults get to say what happens in our lives. The first few months had gone well at the care home, but in recent weeks things have taken a considerable turn. On one of my Medical visits to the care home sister, I was asked to undress and stand on the scales to measure my weight; I did this as asked and undressed down to my underpants. The sister then turned to me and asked if I were deaf, I replied no and she nodded to me and I pulled my underpants down and covered my genitals up. She picked up a long ruler and told me to stand in front of her and place my hands upon my head; once again I complied feeling awkward at being naked in front of a woman. She placed the ruler under my penis and rested it against my testicles and let the ruler lift and fall and lift and fall; she asked me if I got aroused at any time. I informed her I did not and then she asked if I were Gay, I responded that I didn’t think so.
“So you do like women then?” She responded sharply.
“Yes” I replied.
“Well that will have to do for now” she stated as she ticked another box on her checklist.
With that she pointed to a bowl of water on a table and asked me to go and wash my penis, “Thoroughly boy!” she furthered.
Once I had finished she called me back over and asked me to stand on a chair. “That’s better” she said, “I can see you better now”. She said.
With that she proceeded to start undressing herself, she turned around so her back was to me and asked if I would unzip her uniform, I did and she let it slip down her rather curvaceous figure. Although not the typical medical sister, she was a large stout Brunette BBW lady with ample breasts. I could not take my eyes from her as her uniform touched the floor. “Could you undo my Brassiere clips too please?” she asked, “They can be a bit fiddly!”
I let my finger slowly as possible feel the soft silk material against the sisters soft, warm and very feminine skin; I wanted to caress her shoulders for the rest of the night. Suddenly I snapped back to reality and I unclipped the back of her brassiere and she slipped that over her ample bosoms and allowed it to fall to the ground, I could see the curvy edges of her breasts edging out the side of her body. I knew I liked what I saw, but I never felt anything in the groin area, that she kept asking about and felt I had somehow failed her. Her hands gripped the sides of her knickers and slid them down and leant over to grab them from her bare feet, she screwed them up and held them to her nose. “Would you like to smell me boy?” she asked lustfully, in a deep husky voice. I replied “Yes” expecting it was what I was supposed to say. Her dark brown eyes lit up as she handed me her knickers which I immediately noticed were damp in the crotch area. “Go on Baby, smell them” sister instructed. I held the warm damp knickers against my nose and inhaled. I was intoxicated, the scent was amazing; it took me by surprise at first, but I loved it. Her eyes lit up even more and she flicked the ruler against my testicles and it threw me out of my erotic moment.
“Come on boy!” She said, “Let’s see that cock of your get hard, shall we?” sister asked.
She told me to lay on the medical table face down and she stood in front of me fully naked with her vagina inches away from my face. She warmed up in her hand an oily lotion from a bottle and proceeded to rub it on my back and all over the back of my body, Occasionally letting the initially cool refreshing oil dribble down the crack of my backside and down gently finding the back of my testicles. BOOM, I felt my penis suddenly grow into an erection. I had heard rumours as there always are in care homes that I had gotten several erections in my sleep, but this was the first one I had physically known about. sister noticed too, as she asked me to turn over.
“Oh my, now that is a nice looking cock, isn’t it boy?” she asked me.
“I..I..I guess so sister” I replied.
With that she clasped her hand around my erect penis and started to caress it, rubbing it slowly in up and down motions and pulling my foreskin back. I knew it was wrong what we were doing, but I was feeling emotions I had never felt before. Gradually she got faster and her grip tightened too, I lay there watching her large buxom breasts sway in rhythm to her hand movements and the sensation of being masturbated was awesome too.
“Let’s see if you can cum too shall we?” sister asked.
“Whats cumming, sister?” I asked.
“You`ll see soon enough!” She replied.
Within minutes, I felt the strange sensation from inside me as I felt this thing making its way towards my groin, into my penis and...”Fucking Hell!” I almost screamed as the force of my semen shot from my erect penis, the sensation was nothing like I had ever felt...ever!
sister looked amazed for a split second and then she grabbed a plastic bottle and sc****d the semen from her hand into the bottle.
“Yes, you`ll do boy!” sister said as she washed her hands and dried them and filled in another box or two on the medical sheet.
Suddenly my nice big erect cock that sister liked so much was gone and back to looking like a Brussels Sprout, served up on Sunday with the half cooked meal we got.
“So now what?” I asked as sister started to get dressed again.
“So what, nothing!” She replied, “You`re done”.
I slipped off the table and went to grab my clothes when she snatched them from me.
“You won’t be needing those for a while” sister said.
I assumed I was going to have another medical test, but sister called through to the head of the care home, Miss Halstead. Miss Halstead was the opposite to sister, she was stunning and could have easily been a model; in her mid-thirties, blonde hair, great figure, sexy legs that were always adorned in sexy stockings, on her curvaceous hips hung a sleek standard office grey pleated skirt with a red leather belt, her voluptuous breasts were held firmly in place by a very enhancing bra covered by a either a very thin material blouse, or in the summer a sheer top; she was divine...and she knew it too.
Miss Halstead led me through the care home, I was still naked and my now un-erect penis was dripping of semen, I was told to keep my hands upon my head and follow Miss Halstead. We passed several rooms with various c***dren looking out in anticipation of another c***d being told off or humiliated...better them than you. I could feel every set of eyes looking at me starting at my penis, laughing, thinking of what to say at dinner time when we are together. But no, I was led into Miss Halsteads room and ordered to stand next to her, she took out a folder and took a few minutes reviewing what she had probably only just finished reviewing and then turned to me.
“So c***d” Miss Halstead said. “You have a fine erection and have ejaculated successfully”
She knew perfectly well what my name was, but chose to ignore it. She took her time to thoroughly look over my naked body, asking me to pose in various positions and marked them down on her sheet from the folder.
“So, You have seen sister naked, boy!” She said, “And got an erection from her and ejaculated?” Although it was a question, it was posed as a statement.
“Yes Miss Halstead” I replied.
“I like you boy” Miss Halstead furthered, “Do you like me?”
“Oh, yes Miss Halstead” I responded.
“I thought so” She replied.
With that she started to undress, I could not believe my luck, all the boys fancied Miss Halstead, even if we didn’t know what it really meant, but now I was feeling lust and now I knew what an erection was, I get the feeling they were going to keep coming.
It wasn’t long before Miss Halstead was down to her bra knickers and suspenders. There was no comparison between sister and Miss Halstead.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door, Miss Halstead opened it immediately and in walked three Muslim men and a Muslim woman dressed in black with just her eyes on show. The male Muslims, one looked not much older than me, chubby with what to me looked like pyjama trousers on and a loose fitting jumper, with his fat belly hanging out, the second was older, probably in his late twenties, more muscular and smartly dressed in very shiny shoes, beige trousers freshly pressed, white shirt open necked, with a bushy beard and dark aviator sunglasses, the third was in his late fifties slim and tall with a rough beard, wearing a pair of flip flops, white loose pyjama style bottoms and a well-worn t-shirt with some advertising logo on.
Miss Halstead thanked them for coming and received a large brown envelope which she placed in a drawer in her desk and locked. All three Muslim men were eyeing her up in her sexy lingerie. Suddenly Miss Halstead turned to a double door cabinet and unlocked it and opened it to reveal a whole host of adult sex toys laid out on display.
“Would you like the uniform cupboard open too” inquired Miss Halstead.
The three men shook their heads.
“I don’t think we have the time today Miss H” responded the second man.
“Well let us begin gentlemen and lady” She replied.
I stood there anxious as I was still naked and now feeling very vulnerable in front of Miss Halstead and four strangers. They all started to walk around me like I was a dead antelope carcass, eyes glancing me up and down trying to work out if I were good enough for the pack of wolves to eat. Little did I know how close to the truth I were.
“Remember what sister did with you boy?” Miss Halstead asked me.
“Yes Miss Halst..” I didn’t get any further.
Miss Halstead`s hand had touched me, touched my still sticky un-erect penis, I felt her soft gentle touch and hoped upon hope I could get erect once again and not let Miss Halstead down in front of her guests. Her touch was soft and gentle and I felt that tingling sensation in my groin, I felt my penis begin to twitch, I began to feel aroused. I looked and saw the looks on the four Muslims faces, there was satisfaction there.
I then saw the second man nod to the first and he walked towards me, smiled at me and licked his lips. He then reached forward and placed his hand next to Miss Halstead`s and touched my penis and run his sweaty finger along the tip of my bright pink bell-end, Miss Halstead holding my foreskin back.
“I have a treat for you boy” he said, “Would you like to suck on something tasty?”
“Yes please” I replied innocently.
He then untied the rope belt he had around his waist and his pyjama bottoms fell to the ground and he caressed his thick un-erect cock, gradually stroking it and massaging it like sister did to mine, although unlike mine his got erect far quicker. He then moved towards me and Miss Halstead said, “Come on boy; take it all in for Mummy!”
She wasn’t my Mummy, but it got me aroused thinking of her and thinking about her naked. I didn’t think much of sucking this man’s penis, I just opened my mouth and in it went, it was a bit big and he did force it in a bit too much at first, but then I found it okay as I sucked his cock for several minutes. As I was sucking him, Miss Halstead was pleasuring my testicles and I felt in heaven. A few minutes later my life had changed forever.
I had his thick cock inside my mouth for several minutes and then he called out “Taste me boy, Taste me!” as he shot his load of semen into my mouth. I am not sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that, I am not sure what aggravated me the most, the taste of his cum, the fact he didn’t warn me, or the shock, but I didn’t like it and pulled away, it was then Miss Halstead changed from Miss Nice Halstead into Dominatrix Halstead in the blink of an eye.
She shouted at me for humiliating her in front of her friends and she grabbed me and dragged me out of her office, still fully naked and with semen dribbling from my mouth. We were followed by the four Muslims, one still bottomless. We reached a door I had seen many times, but was always locked, Miss Halstead unlocked it and dragged me down some stairs to another door, unlocked that and as we entered the room, Miss Halstead switched on the lights. There was large room with a large circular bed in the middle with red and black satin sheets, next to it were two large display cases full with more sex toys and more extreme. There was a wooden chair with no seat on and most noticeable of all were the works of art hanging on the wall; four works of BDSM art on each of the three walls and three on the end with the door, each one a resident of the care home, supposedly left for a better life. There was however a special place left on the wall for the newest piece of art; that was me. I quickly scanned the works of art and worked out the eldest work of art was the same age as I was. Also in the room were two others, a Male and Female and they were guards for the works of art. The works of art were ball-gagged either hanging or in some kind of BDSM device fixed to the wall; apart from the spare frame which was on the back of the door, this was plain apart from four straps to hold the subjects arms and legs apart and leave their full frontal body on display.
In the room was a long wooden bench with restraints at either end, Miss Halstead placed me face down on the bench and strapped me to it. I watched as she walked over to the cupboard and select a thick paddle; you do not need to be a genius to know what was coming next. I watched as Miss Halstead placed a black pvc cloak over her shoulders, she then turned towards me and for the first time, I saw her fully naked under that cloak.
“You are new to this boy” Miss Halstead started, “You will be trained to serve the needs of all who use you and abuse you, do you understand?”
“Yes Miss...” I started to reply.
“Dominatrix, is how you will refer to me from on, understand?” She barked at me.
“Yes Dominatrix” I replied.
It was then Dominatrix walked around me once again eyeing up her prey.
THWACK! I felt the pain of the paddle as it hit my bare backside. THWACK, THWACK, THWACK!
Dominatrix continued to tell me what my tasks would be, what I would learn, who I would serve and while she was talking I felt a cool substance being applied by someone; not Dominatrix as she was still walking around me, but someone touching my backside, I felt extremely vulnerable and wanted to call an end to this, but know it was no longer a game you could just get out of.
My mouth was now drying up and the taste of cum still quite strong in my mouth, I asked if I could have a drink and Dominatrix turned to me and said that I could have the House Special. It was then that the third of the Muslim men approached and dropped his trousers and his semi-erect penis was inches away from my face, Dominatrix placed a metal mouth opener into my mouth and the Muslim man proceeded to piss into my mouth. His warm piss entering my mouth and interacting with the other man’s semen wasn’t pleasant, but I could do nothing about it. Once he finished I was instructed by him to suck his cock clean; I did. It was then I felt something, I never forgot, I felt the tip of a cock touch my backside, I knew what was about to happen and begged Dominatrix to make it stop, my cries fell on deaf ears. I felt the bell-end of the man’s cock gradually force its way into the cheeks of my backside and slowly push deeper and deeper in to me, the pain was almost unbearable and within a few minutes he cum and pulled out, squirting some more semen over my back. Thank goodness that was over; only it wasn’t, I received another two fucks from the Muslim men in the following amount of time, which I had lost track of. My backside was immensely sore, I felt degraded, humiliated and filthy and just wanted to be alone in a bath. I was however untied from the bench and watched as Miss Halstead, Dominatrix slipped her cloak off and slipped back into her lingerie, the Muslim men stood and waited for me to suck their penises clean and got redressed and the five of them left the room, the door closed and the lock clicked.
I was led by the male guard towards a set of wooden double doors, he slid the key into the lock and unlocked the door and swung the double doors open, the room was dimly lit by candles, the odour of the room was dank; a scent of candles, sweat and filth. As my eyes gradually settled to the darkness, I saw the cages set around the large room that was approximately half the size of the Assembly Hall. The cages were filled with other care home residents, some whose pictures graced the previous room; all were naked, exposed and vulnerable, male and female, all ball-gagged so as not to speak to one another. I was ball-gagged and unceremoniously pushed into a cage.
I was no longer a free man or boy!
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