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Construction Workers' Slave

Story about a straight college k** who has a secret fantasy of being sexually dominated by a couple of guys and turned into a pussyboy sex slave. His fantasy comes true.

My name is Ryan. I'm a university student, 20 years old, blonde hair,
reasonably athletic looking, 5'8" tall, 160 lbs. I was just finishing up a
summer job with a construction company where I was basically a foreman of a
road crew. Kyle and Brad are full time workers and on my crew, probably a
couple of years older and they made it quite clear they did not like taking
orders from me. They are both about my size and build but more street tough.
I was a bit surprised when they invited me out to celebrate my last day on
the job before heading back to university.
On the way to the bar we decided to drop off at Kyle's place to have a
couple of tokes first. I was really getting quite stoned when they suddenly
jumped me and pinned me to the floor. At first I thought they were just
joking around when they began pulling off my clothes, Brad holding me in a
hammerlock while Ryan stripped me of my sneakers, sock and jeans. The two of
them then literally ripped off my shirt and finally my underwear, rendering
me completely bare ass naked with Brad holding my arms behind my back and face down
on the floor.
I should add that I am straight but for whatever reason have fantasized for
as long as I can remember about being "forced" into a gay thing so I really
did not put up much of a fight as I secretly had a fantasy to be “boy ****d“, besides they were much stronger than me.
Before I knew it Ryan was tying separate ropes to my wrists then they
started hauling on them pulling me up into a standing position and then
higher so my toes were just touching the floor. Next they tied another set of
ropes from my ankles to eyebolts in the floor, forcing my legs wide apart. I
was still too stunned and stoned to even scream.
Now I was completely at the mercy of these two muscular studs. I was hanging buck
naked and spread-eagled, my entire body glistening from sweat and my cock
was sticking straight out, much to their amusement.
"Looks good," I heard Kyle say. "By god, that's one sweet-looking trussed-up
bitch-boy.
Then they started fondling me.... my ass, my now hardened cock, my balls,
running their hands over my body, chuckling, panting, making lewd remarks.
Brad stepped behind me and grabbed my ass cheeks in both hands.
"Fuck man just look at this cute little ass, like two g****fruits" he commented.
He then ran a finger down between, stopping at my anal opening and slowly began
to insert a couple of fingers into my asshole. "Nice and tight too.... I can't wait to fuck your pretty boy ass" he whispered in my ear.
Then they shaved me, completely from neck to toes leaving only the hair on my
head, saving my blonde pubes for last, so my cock, balls and asshole were shaved smooth. Next they used their hands to rub
some kind of oil over my entire naked, and now hairless body, concentrating
on my ass and on my cock and balls. The continued use of their oil soaked
hands on my most private parts soon had my cock leaking in its hardness.
Then they stood back to admire their handiwork, taunting me because of my
erection. Even more humiliating was the fact that I was unbelievably turned
on just thinking about what they might have planned for me.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Brad getting something from a drawer. I
turned my head to see him holding it. A thin leather switch. He walked up to
me and began slowly tracing the tip of the switch up and down the sides of
body, from my arm pits to my feet both sides. Then he did the same along the
insides of my wide spread legs from ankle to crotch. Next he moved to my
left and continued the exploration down my backside starting at my neck,
over the curve of my ass and down both legs. He was chuckling the entire
time. The front of his jeans were bulging leaving no doubt as to his
excitement as he moved to my right and traced the tip down my chest, over my
stomach and along the upper length of my swollen and throbbing cock, pushing
down on it until it pointed straight at the floor, then moving the switch
away allowing my cock to immediately bounce back up until it was pointing
straight out.
"You're going to make one fine slave pretty boy. Submit now and you can
avoid having me use this on you. It's real obvious you want to be ****d and abused anyway" he taunted, touching the tip to my balls."
And he was right. I did want this. I did want to be dominated by these two
young studs. Just thinking about the humiliating things they could make me do
had me more turned on then ever before, but there was no way I was going to
admit it, and I wanted to be punished first anyway so I decided they would have to break me.
"No way you fucking faggots, I'm not going to be anybody's sex slave" I hissed,
trying to be convincing. At least this way I could pretend they were forcing
me into this.
"Good, we were hoping you'd resist" said Kyle as he gagged me with my own
torn underwear. "We'll talk again in a few minutes. Brad, he's all yours."
I heard a whistling sound, and then there was a loud, sharp cracking noise
as that switch smashed across my ass.
I started screaming into the gag. The whipping continued until he had
followed the same course as he did while tracing the tip of the switch over
my body. Then he started a cock whipping, with the last 10 strokes hitting me right in the balls. Incredibly my cock remained hard, throbbing and leaking precum during the whole time.
Kyle ripped my underwear from my mouth.
"Had enough, tough guy? he asked.
"Yes" I answered, nearly sobbing.
"Tell us what we want to hear"
"I want be your sex slave, I'll do anything you want" I was so excited I could
hardly breathe.
Then they listed off some of the rules I would be following...
I'm to speak only when spoken to.
When I do speak I'm to address them both as Master.
I'm forbidden to stand in their presence unless required to carry out their
orders.
I will be serving them naked at all times, except for the studded leather dog collar Kyle
just placed around my neck.
Anything else they dream up as the night progresses.
"Do you think you can remember these rules, pretty boy?" Brad asked.
"Yes, Master" I choked.
"Ever sucked a cock before slave-boy" Kyle asked, chuckling
"No, Master Kyle, I'm straight, I swear."
"Well you'll be an expert by the time we're finished with you, slave-boy"
taunted Brad.
I was totally humiliated and totally turned on at the same time.
"Do you understand your position here now"
"Yes, Master" I replied, head hanging in shame.
"That's very good," Kyle said.
They untied me, and when I fell I went down to my knees, and there I stayed.
I would have fallen further, but Kyle held me up by my hair, and said, "Now
that's just perfect, boy. You stay right there, you hear?"
And then he let me go, and all my will went into keeping myself kneeling
there, just as he wanted. Then Kyle attached a chain leash to my collar and
pulled me to my feet, ordering me to cross my wrists behind my back. Brad
tied my wrists together with a leather strip. I was ordered to kneel.
"Now lick my boots, college-boy," Kyle commanded. "Show me what a good
little boot-licker you are. Show me real good."
I bowed down and began licking his dust covered work boots, while he used
the leash to keep me from falling over. And I did my best to make it good. I
was theirs now. They had reduced me to a slave. I licked Kyle's boots until
they were clean. When he decided his boots were clean enough he made me turn
around, still holding the leash. Brad was now standing in front of me and
took hold of the leash from Kyle. I was forced to clean his boots as well.
By the time I'd finished with Brad's boots, Kyle was sitting in a chair in
the middle of the room. His feet were now bare. Kyle then commanded me to
crawl to him until I was about a foot in front of him. "Now piglet" he
smirked at me, "my feet need cleaning, get to it"
I was now put thru an even more humiliating ordeal of foot worship for my
taunting master, forced to tongue bathe his sweat and dirt covered feet,
starting with the toes and in between. I slavishly licked and massaged his
feet with my tongue until they were squeaky clean. They both taunted me
throughout my ordeal which just served to turn me on even more as I found I was really loving all this humiliation. It took me fifteen minutes to satisfactorily clean Kyle's feet but Brad immediately
took his place in the chair and subjected me to same degrading ordeal.
They were both obviously aroused. The bulges at the front of their jeans
left no doubt. Then they played with me, as though I were a toy. They
stroked and felt and pinched and slapped and probed, and made me turn and
twist and arch myself for their convenience and delight. They squeezed my
balls until they made me scream, which they enjoyed enormously. And then
they made me tell them what a slut bitch I was, a filthy fag, a cunt boy, a piece of shit, a
cocksucker, and any other names that came to mind. Of course I said it all, even inventing a few more degrading names for myself like sissy faggot fuck pig.
My submissive side had completely taken over now. All I wanted now was to
serve my two tormentors with my mouth and tongue in any way they wished.
Now they were ready to really humiliate me some more. Kyle would be first
standing in front of me, naked, his cock pointing straight at my face as I
knelt before him. He truly had the body of a god, slim, muscular,
tanned,flat stomach, small ass, thick hard cock. Brad was holding the leash.
He too, was naked with a hard cock,a true Adonis sweating, taunting. I obediently
followed Kyle's command and began licking his sweat soaked balls, then up and
down the length of his rigid cock. He ordered me to open my mouth. I
slavishly sucked his cock for about 5 minutes when he started to moan
louder. I could feel his cock pulsing in my mouth. I knew I was about to get
my first taste of another guy's cum, but then he surprised me by suddenly
pulling it out.
"Not yet piggy" Kyle taunted. "We're going to make this last for awhile."
Before I could take in what he meant, Brad immediately grabbed me by my hair
and directed me to his rock hard cock, ramming it into my mouth, ordering me
to suck it.
This ritual went on for a good half hour as they alternately drove their
cocks into my mouth, forcing me to service both of them until finally Kyle
yelled that he couldn't hold back any more He exploded in my mouth ordering
me to swallow every drop of his cum. I obeyed.
It only took seconds after that for Brad to explode in my mouth as well. He
too made me swallow it all. I had submitted to both of them, licking,
sucking, swallowing. I was now the naked, kneeling, bound and leashed
sex-slave to two gay male masters. After servicing them, they made me lick
their balls once again and thank them for allowing me the privilege of
worshipping their cocks. Then the each put their jeans back on, leaving me
to wonder if it was over or if they still had more in store for me......
They made me remain kneeling, still naked, and amused themselves with taunts
and lewd remarks and promises of what was still to come. I pleaded with them
to let me go but only because I knew my begging would turn them on and
excite them to new torments. I had done everything they asked, I said.
They'd broken me, they'd had their fun, now please, please let me go, I
said. They only laughed and said I hadn't seen anything yet. A new wave of
sexual aroual came over me.
They untied my wrists and made me crawl on hands and knees, like a dog. This
entertainment perked them up again. They made me do some tricks for them,
like go fetch, lie down and roll over and shake my cock and balls around--it still gave them a kick to find new ways to show their power, and to force me to humiliate and degrade myself.
That's when they made me crawl around the room some more for them. They had
me get up on the table on my knees, and spread my legs wide, showing off my cock, balls and asshole. Brad was holding the end of the leash.
"Start jerking yourself off, slave-boy" Brad commanded. I couldn't believe
it but with my cock still at full attention as it had been since the start I
grabbed hold of it and began pumping. I have never masturbated in front of
anyone so it was completely embarrassing o be doing it for the entertainment
of two other guys while they taunted me but I did it. I stroked my cock for
their amusement trying not to erupt but in minutes my excitement finally
caught up with me. At last I shot my load onto the table top. Some went on
the floor amid howls of laughter. They made me get back on my hands and
knees and lick up my own cum from the table and the floor.
They made me stand, facing the edge of the table. They tied my ankles to the
table legs, which were wide apart forcing my legs spread to the limit. Brad
tied my wrists together behind my back. Kyle attached the end of the leash
to a ring at the end of the table and pulled down hard forcing my chest and
face onto the tabletop. They then stepped in front of me to make sure I
could see them as they removed their jeans. Brad began stroking his already
hard cock just inches from my face and taunted me " Since Kyle was the first
to use that hot mouth of yours I'm going to be the first one to fuck your
tight little ass college boy, but I think we need to warm your butt to get
it ready". Kyle then picked up a wide leather strap in his right hand,
placed it to my face and commanded me to kiss the instrument of my
punishment. It was all I could do to keep from cumming as my cock ground
against the edge of the table.

After kissing the leather strap as commanded I tried to brace myself for the
inevitable. The first blow feels like fire at first and I scream and start
begging Kyle to please stop but my pleas just turn him on even more. Nine
more times he uses it on me. Every stroke stings like hell but it's obvious
he does not intend to cause any real damage. They just want to hear me beg
and scream, so I do. Brad orders me to look at his cock. It's thick, hard
and leaking as he slowly pumps it with his oil soaked right hand.
"Get ready, pretty pussyboy," he taunts, I'm going to fuck that hot little slut ass of
yours".
Immediately after the tenth stroke of the strap delivered by Kyle, Brad
moves behind me. I can feel the head of his cock pressing against my anal
opening. Then he simply rams it home into my boypussy. The **** is long, slow and hard. I can feel his balls smacking against my crotch as he rams his huge cock in and
out of my previously virgin ass. Finally, with a howl of ecstacy, he
explodes inside me. There is a popping sound as he slowly pulls out.
Even while Kyle is taking his place, Brad steps around in front of me, grabs
hold of my hair and presents his slime covered, still hard cock to my face
and orders me to open my mouth.
"Clean it slaveboy" he commands
I submissively obey just as Kyle plunges into my ass. He is just as brutal.
He is also just as dominating when he finishes and forces me to lick and
suck his glistening cock clean.
They next release my ankles and the end of the leash from the table, leaving
my hands bound behind my back. They make me kneel before them, Kyle holding
the leash leading to my collar. They are both grinning as the look down at
me. Once again my own cock is betraying me, standing at full attention,
bouncing, leaking in obvious anticipation of what they have in store for me
next.
With Kyle holding the leash he orders me to crawl around behind Brad.
"Start licking his ass" he commands me.
Knowing I have no choice but to obey I begin running my tongue all over
Brads small perfectly round ass deliberately avoiding the divide between,
but I don't get away with that for long as Brad orders me to get in there.
He makes me spend the next ten minutes slaveishly licking up and down the
crack of his ass paying particular attention to his tight opening. They are
both taunting me for my submissiveness calling me their little ass-licker,
their slut, their cunt, their whore, their bitch. This verbal abuse
continues when they switch places. Kyle's ass is even smaller than Brad's.
Thankfully all I taste and smell from both is sweat but it is still
humiliating. When my ordeal is finally over, they both stand in front of me,
Brad holding the leash as they gleefully point out my hard bobbing cock.
"See, what did I tell you" smirked Kyle "he's getting off on this"
All I could do was remain silent.
They both put on their jeans.
Suddenly I realized I had to pee real bad.I started to ask for permission to
do so but the glare from both of them reminded me of the only proper way to
approach them. I immediately bowed down and began licking Kyle's feet until
he acknowledged me. I was granted permission to speak.
"Please Master Kyle. I have to pee so bad."
They were smiling at each other as Brad knelt down and untied my hands. Kyle
then ordered me onto my hands and knees.
"You'll pee like the doggy you are, bitch" he snapped pulling on my leash
forcing me to crawl along behind him and out into the yard. He then lead me
over to a tree where I had to perform the humiliating act in front of him by lifting my leg.
Not an easy thing to do with an erection. He then lead me back into the
house the same way. Once inside I was ordered to stand while he removed the
leash from my collar.
"Now, slaveboy, start getting this place cleaned up. We're having a little
party tonight and this place better be spotless when our guests arrive. Then
clean yourself up as well. We want our entertainment looking presentable as
well."
They were both smirking.....
"Now, slaveboy, start getting this place cleaned up. We're having a little
party tonight and this place better be spotless when our guests arrive. Then
clean yourself up as well. We want our entertainment looking presentable
too."
They were both smirking.....
The place wasn't that bad so it took me less than an hour to get it too
their liking. Brad and Kyle had showered and dressed so it was more than a
little humiliating to be crawling around naked in front of them cleaning
their place up. When I was finished to their satisfaction they made me
crawl, still on hands and knees outside and across to the barn. There was a
hose attached to the side of the barn and the had me stop there.
"Time to get you cleaned up, little piggy, inside and out" Brad chortled as
Kyle unwound the hose. Their was no metal nozzle on the end just the rubber
part of the hose. They made me remain on my hands and knees with my knees
spread wide apart as Kyle slowly started to insert the free end of the hose
into my anal opening. He then turned on the hose. It was a little
uncomfortable to start but as the water filled my gut it really started to
hurt, like a bad cramp. Eventully he removed the hose and commanded me to
crawl around behind the barn.
"Don't you let a drop out until you get back there" he ordered.
I won't go into the details of this humiliating ordeal but it was repeated
three more times.
"There, that takes care of the inside" said Brad, "now on your feet"
They made me stand, feet wide apart and my hands on top of my head while
they took turns hosing me down with the ice cold water. When they were
finished they marched back to the house, hands still on my head, but made me
remain outside until I was dried off. Then from the doorway in, it was back
onto my hands and knees.
The phone rang and Kyle answered. I could only hear his end of the
conversation but what I got out of it was that the person on the other end
and his friends would not be able to make it tonight. Kyle's solution to
that problem was that they had decided to keep me around for the weekend
anyway so they could come over tomorrow. He confirmed as much after hanging
up. And that's when I began furiously licking his boots until he gave me
permission to speak.
I begged him, both of them, to please let me go now and not let anyone else
see me like this but, of course, my pleas were ignored.
"Get this straight, college boy. Your ours now and we've decided you're
going to be ours until Sunday. We have way too much fun stuff planned for
you to stop tonight. And don't worry, we're still going to party tonight. We
have a friend coming over who can't wait to get his hands on you"
With that answer I resigned myself to the situation. These two Adonises had
me completely under their control and domination and if that meant serving
their friends as well then I had no choice. I was ordered to to crawl back
out to the barn and stand. They once again tied me by my wrists to the an
overhead and my ankles to eyebolts in the floor. For the second time this
evening I found myself suspended naked, spreadeagled, toes just touching the
floor and completely at the mercy of my captors. I figured they were going
to punish me for what I had dared ask but instead they just ran their hands
over my exposed ass and now hard cock for a few minutes before leaving the
barn. I remained like that for about 15 minutes, unable to think of anything
other than who would be joining them in using me.
That's when I heard what had to be a large motorcycle drive up. Soon after
Kyle and Brad re-enterd the barn, smiling. Behind them was a man. He was
dressed in leather pants, boots and leather vest opened at the front He
looked to be in his forties from the gray in his shaggy hair and he was
huge. He had to be 6'6", barrel chested, big muscular arms, thick heavy
legs. He was one scary looking dude.
"Stoner", Brad said to the monster biker, "meet our little sex slave pussyboy. We put
him on display so you can inspect the merchandise, then if you still want to
join us for the evening the three of us can have some fun with him."
The guy didn't hesitate and immediately stepped forward until he was
directly in front of me. I felt like a piece of fuckmeat as he looked me up and
down grinning. He walked behind me and grabbed my ass with his huge hands,
squeezing, cupping both cheeks completely. He stepped in front of me again,
smirking as he gripped my rock hard cock in his right hand where it
literally disapeared.
"Let's party" he hollared.
With that I was untied. I had to crawl on all fours behind Brad and Kyle
while Stoner, the monster biker followed behind making comments about my ass
and ordering me to wiggle it.
Inside, Stoner immediately took over, forcing me to crawl around the room
while he stripped. He wasn't going to waste any time. He looked even bigger
naked. His cock was fully erect and had to be 10 inches and thick.
"Over here" pretty boy" he commanded.
I crawled up to him. He orderded me up into a kneeling position then held
out a pair of cuffs which he snapped onto my wrists after making me put them
behind my back.
"Lick my balls" he commanded
I obediently began licking his hairy, sweaty balls feeling positively puny
in front of ths giant. He made me lick his huge cock including the tip as it
leaked precum. He made me take his balls into my mouth. I could only do one
at a time, they were so big. Finally he ordered me to open my mouth. It was
all I could do to get the head into my small mouth.
"Suck it boy, suck my cock. And you better do it good, real good and make
sure you swallow every drop of my cum.
The realization that for the third time I was on my knees in sexual
servitude to another male, (this time to the huge biker) had my cock
throbbing despite my humilation. I slavishly sucked his cock, the ultimate
act of submission. He was moaning and his cock was pulsing ready to explode.
Suddenly he pulled out of my mouth just as his cock erupted spewing onto my
face, getting in my eyes, stinging them. I wanted to rub my eyes but with my
hands cuffed behind me, I couldn't.
"That's going to cost you little boy" Stoner promised. "you were supposed to
swallow all of it.
I didn't dare point out that he had pulled out. Instead I apologized for my
poor performance and begged for another chance.
"After I punish you." he was smiling, cruelly. "But first I think Kyle and
Brad are in need of your services'.
I looked over at the two of them. They were both now naked and stroking
their rock hard cocks. They were obviously turned on by what Stoner had just
put me thru and they both decided that they would rather watch him punish me
first before they made use of my mouth.
"I'll need a couple of candles and a riding crop" Stoner informed them. "Let
slaveboy here know where to fetch them and I'll take him in."
He then uncuffed me. Kyle told me where to find the stuff and Stoner made me
crawl ahead of him into the house. I found the candles and crop. Stoner then
tossed the candles onto the floor and ordered me to pick them up and carry them back out to the barn by putting them in my asshole. I reached back and stuck the candles in my ass as instructed and began to crawl back to the barn. He then used the crop to prod me along back out to the barn. When
Kyle and Brad saw me they started laughing and hooting.
I was made to get up on the big, rough, wooden table on my back. Kyle and
Brad tied me to the four corners by my wrists and ankles as instructed by
Stoner pulling the restraints tight so I was stretched and completely
immobile. Then Stoner took a length of rawhide cord, tied one end behind the
head of my cock which just would not go down,then looped the free end over a
bar directly up from my middle and pulled until my cock was stretched
straight up and tied it off. He then picked up the crop and instructed Kyle
and Brad to light the candles.
"Start here" he suggested tracing the tip of the crop over my chest, then
stomach "and finish with this" sliding it over my aching balls and up my
helplessly bound cock. "When you have him good and coated, I'll introduce
him to my wax remover"
He was laughing as he swished the crop in mid air, making a whistling
sound."
All three were still naked and sporting huge erections purposly letting me
know how much they were looking forward to this.

I was made to get up on the big, rough, wooden table on my back. Kyle and
Brad tied me to the four corners by my wrists and ankles as instructed by
Stoner, pulling the restraints tight so I was stretched and completely
immobile. Then Stoner took a length of rawhide cord, tied one end behind the
head of my cock, which just would not go down, then looped the free end over a
bar directly up from my middle and pulled until my cock was stretched
straight up and tied it off. He then picked up the crop and instructed Kyle
and Brad to light the candles.

"Start here" he suggested tracing the tip of the crop over my chest, then
stomach "and finish with this" sliding it over my aching balls and up my
helplessly bound cock. "When you have his cock and balls good and coated with hot wax, I'll introduce him to my wax remover"
He was laughing as he swished the crop in mid air, making a whistling sound.
All three were still naked and sporting huge erections purposly letting me
know how much they were looking forward to this.
Then, with Brad standing to my left and Kyle to my right looking down at me
tied helpless before them, they held out the now lit candles. They were
smiling as they slowly tipped them over allowing the hot wax to drip down
onto my exposed chest. I couldn't believe hot hot it was and I let out a
scream, but they continued until my chest was completely covered with the
slowly cooling wax, taunting me as I screamed and moaned. They continued
down over my stomach with the burning wax until it too was covered. I was
thrashing at the ropes holding me immobile but it was in vain as they next
moved to my upper thighs dripping yet more of the searing hot wax from my
knees to my crotch.
"Now for the best part" sneered Kyle as they both held the candles over my
still hard and bound cock. I screamed again as the wax landed on the very
tip and ran down it's entire length, then again as the began coating my
hairless balls.
Finally the agonizing torture ended. I could only look down at my torso,
cock and thighs to see they were now completely covered with the hardening
wax.
"Too bad we shaved you, bitch boy. It would have been real fun using this to
rip your hair out, especially that blonde bush of yours" taunted Kyle.
That's when Stoner stepped forward to the head of the table. When I looked
back up at him all I could see was his hairy balls and rock hard cock just
above my face. He was still holding the riding crop in his right hand. He
started tapping the tip on various areas of my wax covered torso, checking
to make sure the wax had hardened.
"By the way, little piggy" he said to me. "This is my wax remover" Kyle and
Brad began laughing as I now realized what Stoner was about to do to me.
Every blow came down hard and he did not let up until every scrap of the wax
was crumpled. He then used the crop to brush away the wax fragments. My cock
was still rock hard and I was forced to lift my ass off the table to keep the cord
tied to it from being pulled and suspending me by my own cock.
"Next time you suck my cock you'll do it properly, won't you pretty boy"
asked Stoner.
"Yes Sir" was my meek reply.
He then had Brad and Kyle release me from the table. He immediately ordered
me to get on the floor on my hands and knees. He still had the riding crop
but he was rubbing some sort of lube onto the handle end. He made me crawl
to him. When I reached him he ordered me to face away from him, and that's
when I felt something touching my anal opening. I realized was shoving the
handle end of the crop into my asshole. It wasn't painful but it was
uncomfortable and humiliating.
"Start crawling, puppy dog" Stoner commanded. I obeyed, crawing on all fours
with this crop sticking out of my ass in front of my three naked tormentors
as they laughed and hooted all the way back into the house. They made me
wiggle my ass so that my protruding 'tail' wagged. I knew I was facing more
sexual servitude and by the time we reached the living room my own cock was
betraying me again. Once inside they made me crawl around the room over and
over wiggling my ass to wag the crop like I was a dog.
Stoner decided he wasn't quite ready for me yet and invited Kyle and Brad to
have their fun with me while he watched and waited. Kyle used me first,
ordering me to crawl to him. He made me lick his feet and beg for the
privilege of using my mouth on his cock. Permission was granted and he made
me get up into a kneeling position in front of him. The crop was still
sticking out from my ass as I obeyed his command to run my tongue all over
his balls and hard leaking cock before taking him into my mouth and
slavishly sucking him to orgasm.
"Still call yourself straight do you, doggy?" he smirked, "then how do you
explain that hard cock of yours?"
I had no answer. How could I tell them that I was getting off on being
dominated and used by them?
I had barely swallowed his cum when Brad grabbed my hair and forced my face
into his crotch.
"Start sucking, doggy" he commanded me. He must have been really turned on
because he shot his load down my throat in less than a minute.
Now it was Stoner's turn again. He was sitting in a lounge chair, naked,
erect. He made me crawl around the room, taunting me about what a cute
little puppy I was, until I was directly in front of him.
"I'm giving you a choice puppy dog" he taunted "up that tight little ass of
yours or in your mouth with my cock"
I knew that there was no way I could take that monster thing up the ass, he
would split me in two so I begged him to please let me use my mouth,
promising to do better this time. He made me run my tongue up and down it's
length before ordering me to open my mouth. Again, I could barely fit it
into my mouth, but I managed to please him enough to make him cum. This time
he did not pull out and I had to swallow every drop. He even made me thank
him after.
I was forced to service each of them again with my tongue and mouth before
they decided to call it a night.
After Stoner left, Brad and Kyle made me crawl to the spare bedroom before
suddenly yanking out the crop. They tied me to the four corners, face up,
telling me they had to make sure I didn't jerk myself off during the
night, leaving me high and dry and helpless, unable to do anything to relieve
myself while thinking about what they had in store for me tomorrow.

The end for now