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Months later, after turning off my quiet alarm I got out of our bed. In the dim morning light I looked down to where this big bruiser of a weight lifter had Jane spooned up against him. It had been a whirlwind of a threesome last night. He was one aggressive bloke, and had jumped us through position after position. Just the type Jane fancied once in a while. It had been my day off, so we doubled her, me down below, him in her ass. I still didn't entirely like Jane taking it in the ass from other men, but she'd kept to her word and worn the chastity belt when we were apart, and had turned away temptation when it was my days off and we were doing threesomes. Anal play though, that she wanted. It still irked me that I wasn't really the one who'd broken that cherry. That had officially been Arthur, the bastard that Jane had first done that night almost six months ago. It had been a week or so later. I'd only got off quite late in the evening. Walking into our bedroom I found Arthur spooned up against Jane in our bed. She'd flashed me a guilty smile, "We met again when I was out Clubbing with a few friends. He was... persistent and I thought it better to come back here than go to his place." I didn't like what I was hearing, but wasn't much in a place to complain. She turned to look at him over her shoulder. "Uhmm, I think it's time you left." He looked at me, our eyes locking, "But I'm not done yet babe." He deliberately put a had to one of her breasts provocatively. I felt emasculated, unable to do anything. Her eyes widened and she giggled, "Oh... no you're not!" His hips under the covers of our duvet began to shift. For a second I thought Jane had broken our agreement, but she threw it off so put a hand to her crotch, and I saw the glint of metal still there. He was just sawing between her legs. He began to move with longer strokes, and it was obviously turning Jane on. Then he pulled back, shifting a bit. Jane suddenly shot her hand back, "No, not there." There was no mistaking what he was trying to do, and I broke from my feeling of powerlessness to take a step forward. Yet he just grinned and went back to what he'd been doing. Two more times he tried it, each time Jane stopped him. He sped up, and Jane responded, clearly getting highly aroused by it all. I hated watching it, yet like the night in the club found myself also keyed up by the dirtiness and sheer taboo kinkiness of it. Then, as he was clearly close, he pulled back and jerked forward. Jane's eyes went wide, she shouted. He was grunting and clearly cumming. I jolted forward and strong armed him back and away. Jane was crying, while he laughed. "So pansy boy, I just did her in front of you both! Think of that!" I chucked him out, then threw his cloths after him. Back in our bedroom I found Jane softly crying. I didn't have to think about it, she needed comfort and I knew the one way to let her know I loved her and didn't think it her fault. I went to my knees, put my face to her behind and gently cleaned her. She stopped crying, her breathing slowed, then picked up pace. Afterwards we held each other. She stroked my face, "God Johnny, that was the most loving, the most forgiving thing! How could you have done it? Not many men would have it in them to do that?" "Because I love you, it's simple." We kissed deeply. "But... don't see him again, OK?" She looked me deeply in the eyes, "I might, I might not. In a way I kind of want to know what it's like to pleasure someone you don't like so I can know what happens upstairs to you." She had ways of making it up to me too, the next week I came in to find her with that black girl we'd met in the club, and she'd insisted I fuck her ass properly. That had been a night to remember, my first real threesome, and anal sex! There was a small sting in that tale, but one I didn't mind. Once when Jane had been out of the room, the other girl had suggested a quickie. Though tempted I didn't, and it had clearly been a set up, when she told Jane I'd "been a good boy" a few minutes later. She did see Arthur again though, next to her boss he was probably her most frequent sex partner. And she had a lot of partners over the months, a lot. Many I was there to watch, some I never met, like those at work. This guy though, the weight lifter, he was likely a one off. She liked it rough, but not too rough and he'd possibly gone over the edge. Yet, as I had a shower and got ready, when I came out she was on her back, feet hooked over his shoulders as he slowly pumped her ass. I very deliberately went and kissed her, getting a loving soft response as well as a moan into my mouth. He just laughed, but I knew I was the one who would be with her always, not him. As I stood she took my hand, "Remember babe, I'm off travelling on work for a couple weeks." I'd forgotten that. She'd had a few trips away. The first had really twisted me up. It had been with her boss, and I'd come back to the flat late one night to find her packing. The case was being filled with her sexiest gear. I guess my face must have paled as she came over, kissed me, then locked my eyes with hers. "Baby, he made it clear what he wants this trip and I need to give it to him. It's been fantastic for my career since I started doing him. I'll stay locked up, but I need you to be OK about this." I nodded, not OK, but reluctantly accepting it. What choice did I have? A few weeks after that she went away for a week's holiday. That time she asked for her key as she couldn't wear her swim gear with the chastity belt on. I wanted to say no, but she promised to be good. I gave it to her and fretted the whole week she was away. I didn't see her for a couple days after she'd returned, but did unpack and wash her things. I still remember the horror when I found every one of her knickers and swimming costumes with dried cum stains. Then I remember it all draining to be replaced by deep abiding love when it slowly struck me that all the stains where to the rear of her knickers. I loved her even more when she told me her holiday had been with Arthur and how frustrated he'd been to never get her. I kind of understood her wanting to be with Arthur to know what it was like to be with someone you disliked, but I wished she didn't do it. Every time the three of us where together I felt like throttling him. I left, going through the small locked door into my changing room. I stripped out of the t-shirt and boxer shorts I'd worn in our flat. The t-shirt was tight and a bit concealing. Looking down I saw the definite curved bumps on my chest. I couldn't deny they were there any more. Until maybe a few weeks ago there where like a young girl's immature cones, but now they'd reshaped a bit, got bigger and were breast shaped. I done frantic reading on the internet, figuring I'd somehow ingested hormones, most likely in the "vitamins" I'd faithfully ingested. With a certain amount of relief I'd read that so long as I stopped taking hormones, they should slowly disappear. I hadn't taken any more "vitamins" since then, but it had only been a couple weeks. I figured it was all part of the madness of this job. For not the first time I told myself I should just leave, come completely clean with Jane and just get out of here. Yet the pit of my stomach turned at the thought of telling her everything that happened here. I'd told her much, it seemed to turn her on, yet there where things I didn't mention. She knew I'd been introduced to vibrators, but not about strap ons. Hell, she'd liked that so much we now had a small collection of our own sex toys in the side drawer. I'd told her of being spanked, but not of being strung up by my hands and sexually tortured and trained. As I slid my small breasts into a disgustingly little pink and mauve number my inner voice said I was half way there, it couldn't get worse. I had to admit, it had got stable, weird but stable. Yes, I wore women's cloths, had even worn dresses and skirts with the girls on shopping expeditions. I'd even grown somewhat comfortable with such things, but I'd stop in an instant once my year was up. It would be easy to put it all aside, then I could go full time back to Jane, and maybe we would even give up the multi partner sex thing. I don't know, what our life would be like got a little bit blurrier each day, even though it also got closer. Putting on a short silk dress and heels I went up to the kitchen. I didn't take long before a message came up to bring coffee and croissant up to Tessa. I quickly got it together and went up the stairs. She was lounging in soft early morning light, and gave me a feral grin as I came in. Of all the girls, Tessa made me the most nervous. Kylie was just after fun, Alex clearly had a thing about men, and I was a target. She could be very hard to be around, but anger was weirdly easy to deal with. I could block it aside, and just get on with it. Julia had become a very close friend. I know I fancied her body more than any of them, but we never had sex. That was probably a good thing, because if we had I know I'd have few defences against her. It was best for me, and seemed to suit her. Tessa though, she'd taken it on to "expand my horizons". Through her I'd become accustomed to anal sex bringing me pleasure, I'd found ways to orgasm without cuming, she'd even trained my body to respond to other's pleasure. That last was the most disturbing, because she'd played with me while others had sex in front of us. She'd choose one for me to follow, then ensured I came when they did. Slowly she'd backed off what she did to me in these sessions until I usually came when her target for me did. What was really disturbing was she usually choose the most dominant person in front of us for me to "follow". I hated it, yet also craved it. What she ripped out of my body in terms of sensations was addictive, scary even. I both hated being with her, but also couldn't resist finding ways to be next to her. This morning, as I poured her coffee, she slowly felt up my legs. After taking a sip, she lifted one knee, then nodded downwards. I knew what she wanted, and knelt between her legs to slowly do her. I felt myself arouse as she did, I even came when she did. All without being touched, well other than her gripping my head with her hands and thighs. Then I was waved away, and left the room. It had only been 15- 20 minutes, but left me weak kneed. Back in the kitchen a message came to bring coffee up to Jack. Jack hadn't made an appearance until about a month after my employment started. His presence was in the house every day, but physically I didn't see him until one night. The memory was burned in my brain. The girls had known he was coming, and had flitted around, bossing me about to help get them ready. Then carefully arranged themselves near the appointed time. The door opened, and he strode in. He was an impressive man, tall and very fit. Standing elegantly he looked around then nodded at Julia. Walking over to him with a model's poise, she just went to her knees in front of him, undid him enough to get his cock out, then just started slowly sucking on him. "Whisky and a cigar boy." I wasn't looked at, but jumped to get what he asked. When I came over Alex was curled up at his side, nibbling his neck, while Julia had been joined by Kylie. He downed the drink, then had me light the cigar. The girls undressed him, handing me the discards. Soon, he was naked, and I saw exactly how perfectly fit he was. What followed was a four hour marathon sex session involving toys, bondage, everything imaginable. His sexual stamina was awesome. I'm sure he came at least five times, and only went soft for mere minutes between. All along I was sent on errands to get nipple clamps, cuffs, dildo's, you name it. I was also told to arrange the girls, and to clean them up when he was through with one. I'd never experienced anything remotely like it, though was to experience similar on a then frequent basis. I was always a part of these things, but only in a supporting role. Sometimes other men and women were brought along, but even then it always centred on Jack. It wasn't even that he was arrogant. He was always more than polite with me and others. I never heard a swear word (other than sex words) leave his mouth. He was never angry, though if annoyed could turn you cold with his look. He never hurt the girls other than in very controlled sexual situations, and didn't like it when he saw any of the girls getting rough. I once saw Alexandra standing in front of him like a chastised school girl for being overly hard in punishing me. She didn't stop, but was more gentle, from then on. I put together his breakfast and took it up. For not the first time I tugged at my skirt, wishing it where not there when I was in front of him. What I wouldn't have given to be one of his smart male friends, smoking a cigar and joking as they idly used the girls. Instead I was dressed as a girl, mostly ignored by those around me unless they needed something. I hated it, but it was live with it or leave. I knew I should leave. I went in to find him propped up on the bed. Normally I was ignored, but this morning he looked at me. He didn't say anything, he just looked at me. When I poured his coffee out at his bedside I jumped when his hand touched my bottom. "You've turned out very nicely you know. You're much further along than I expected by now." Confused I turned away and went back to the tray I'd left on a sideboard to prepare the rest of breakfast. His china clinked and I caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye. His cock was getting big! What the hell was going on? I took another look, and sure enough he was rigid. My belly turned over in confusion. From all the training Tessa had given me I found it hard not to be aroused at seeing him like that. A second ago, just walking up to him, all I felt was the need to do my job and leave. I wasn't gay, I would look at a man, even Jack, and feel nothing. I could look at a woman and be instantly turned on, I knew I wasn't gay. Yet I'd been infinitely trained to get aroused when those around me where aroused. Tessa had even used Jack as the centre of my focus sometimes. I justified it as having a way to enjoy male sex from a distance. This though, I hadn't expected this. There was a sound of footfalls behind me. I could sense him there. A hand stroked my hip. "Did you cleanse this morning?" God, there could only be one reason for such a question. I had to leave, leave now. Forget the fact I'd got this far, I couldn't, no wouldn't be put through this. "I'm sure you did, I'm told you're very diligent. Submit." That word, god, that word. I'd heard him use it with the girls. When told it they where to bend over at a 90 degree angle, clasp their hands in the small of their back, lift their face up, and... wait. It might mean punishment, it might mean oral sex either given or received, it might mean penetration. The whole point was for the woman to be open to anything, to be vulnerable. It had never been used to me, not even by Alexandra. Yet here he had just said it, to me. "No... please sir. That's not... I'm not... no..." His two big hands grasped me very gently at the hips and tipped me forward. "Submit, you have no choice." The words were soft, almost a growl. Even as I said, "No... please... I'll leave..." I was bending forward. What was I doing? I couldn't let this happen?" Yet I found my wrists gathered into one of his large paws even as my face rested on the cold hard wood of the sideboard. My skirt was flipped up, my knickers gently rolled down. "Please sir... I'm not gay... I don't want to..." His tip slid between my ass cheeks as one of his feet forced mine a bit further apart. He pressed at my anus, his tip slowly pushing forward. I looked back over my shoulder, his eyes caught mine. I felt my anus scream in agony as it slowly was forced open. Yes, I'd had other things back there, slim vibrators and dildos, narrow butt plugs. This was a whole scale different. I heard pathetic small gasping moans and knew it was me. My focus narrowed, all I saw was his eyes and felt the intense agony as his cock pushed into me. Then he was in, his tip past the entrance. I sobbed, "Shh, that's it. It's over now, take it like I want you to." Even just this little bit was sending tingles up my spine, intense pain that was not pain. I had been ruthlessly trained by the girls to enjoy things back there. Yet... this was so different to a dildo. Warm and soft, with a hard hard centre. God. Then he slowly started to go deeper. I heard myself whimper pitifully, which only made him chuckle with that deep growl of his. His hard pelvis touched what I knew where now my very own soft cheeks. How I liked doing that to girls, feel a soft ass push back against you. "There, I'm in. How does it feel? You are where I want you, bent over with my cock in your ass. I've taken you, perverted the purpose of your body to give me pleasure. No real man allows that, yet you bent over with only a bit of protest. I knew you weren't soft, you were chosen because there was a core of will in you, yet you've done it. Allowed another man to take you, use you, and from now it only gets worse." He slowly pulled back as he talked. I felt every vein, every bump. He pulled his tip out, then pushed back in, it hurt less, but not much. It went on, and on. I didn't know if it felt good or horrid. Yet... yet... I think I orgasmed. Certainly my body arched in a flow of sensation at his cock, his hand spanking my ass. He slowly went faster as my ass opened to him, then I orgasmed again when finally with a loud shout he thrust deep and I felt the humiliating jet of his cum deep up inside me. He caught his breath, still hard, still spearing me, then he pulled out softly and pulled my knickers back up. I felt footfalls move away from me. "I think the girls have used the name Jasmine when you've gone out with them? I like that. Jasmine, maybe even Jas." I heard the clink of china, but I hadn't been able to move. "Jas, come over here, you've a job to finish." Slowly I stood and turned to look. His cock was still hard. The implication of what he wanted rang through me. I should turn and go, yet what would I go back to? I couldn't be a man again, that was now denied me. I had been used by a man, I couldn't be one. Not quite consciously my feet moved me towards him. I found myself on my knees at the side of the bed. His cock was in my hand, then to his soft chuckle, his cock was in my mouth. It tasted of cum, and soap, and the oily softly sweet taste of the lube he'd used. I had a cock in my mouth. Thing was, I knew what to do. I loved getting blow jobs, loved being inventive with what I'd asked women to do. I knew just what felt good. So I did it, my lips wrapped around his shaft, my hands teasing him, my tongue stroking him. I couldn't believe I was doing it, but I was. I couldn't take him deep, despite his encouragement. He just chuckled and told me to get Tessa to work on that with me. I didn't respond, couldn't, not with his cock in my mouth. I kept at it, and at it, until with his hands firmly holding me down, he came in my mouth. I don't know what I expected; my own corresponding orgasm certainly wasn't it. The scent, feel, taste and sheer humiliation of it all just overwhelmed me. I even swallowed it all down. Hell, I'd swallowed enough of his cum over the months, just not direct from source. Afterwards he handed me his coffee cup, asked for a refill and a bagel. I got them to him, endured his hands fondling me, then left his room. "Next time you're with Tessa, make sure to tell her you're now broken in. Mind her carefully then, she'll move you along." He swatted my bottom in what I'm sure he thought was a playful manor. I jerked, shocked, but managed to keep myself together until I was back down in the kitchen. Then I just broke up, silently crying with great heaving breaths. Julia's words about watching that you weren't pushed so far that you had nothing to go back to banged against the walls of my mind. If Jane had been home right then I likely would have run to her and called it off then and there, but she wasn't. Right then she was likely on a plane giving her boss a once over. The service monitor toned it's soft bell, and I saw Tessa's name come up requesting another coffee. My mind almost splintered with conflicting emotions. Half of me was saying to run, run fast, and just lose myself. The other cramped up with need. It was Tessa, she had that effect on me. For a minute I just stayed still, not sure which way to go. The bell toned again, and almost on automatic my hands jerked into motion, making up a latte the way I know she liked it. Stumbling, spilling the drink a bit, I took it up to her room. She was curled up on her sofa wearing a thin robe and reading a magazine. Looking up her face went a bit puzzled. I handed her the drink, my hand shaking. "I... he... I've... been broken in." Her face opened into a pleased smile and she stood, taking a long slow sip of the hot drink. "How wonderful. I've been waiting for this moment. You've come so far so quickly. Only one other butler was deemed ready by Jack to be taken so fast." I stood there, trembling, unable to look at her and wishing I'd run. "Go get some cuffs." I felt my face flush, not wanting this to happen and yet needing it like an junkie needed a fix. She'd make my body feel good, and that would let me forget for a minute what had just happened upstairs. I put on the cuffs and was unresisting when she hooked them up and the soft whir of the motor pulled my hands up over my head. Quickly my feet where cuffed to the floor a few feet apart, then she stood back and sipped at her coffee again. Finally putting the mug down, she went to her jewellery drawer and pulled out a small key. I was confused until she came over and pulled my knickers down, then began to unlock my chastity thing. "What? No! Tessa, you're not supposed to..." My face was slapped, ever so softly, but just as shockingly as a hard hit. "It's not necessary now. You'll never take us by force now will you? Plus, way back this little old thing was made to shoot blanks, and it was done up with some really sophisticated filters to keep all that nasty testosterone in while we flooded the rest of you with girlie juice. It felt like the world dropped from beneath my feet. "Now," Her hand wrapped around my soft shaft, gently tugging at it. I felt myself begin to go hard. I wasn't sure I could help it. "Lets have some fun shall we? I'll start training the little thing later, right now you need a little reward for being so good." "No... Tessa no! I don't want this, I want to leave!" "Thinking of your precious Jane? She's irrelevant now, you're Jack's thing, not hers." My cock was growing under her ministrations. God, it felt so good. As hugely guilty as I felt I also needed it, needed to feel like a man, even just a little bit. "Besides, do you really believe she hasn't had a little fun on the side as well?" I had to believe that, had to. If she really didn't love me, then I had nothing. I shook my head, it was wrong. This was for Jane and I. "Tessa no! Anything else, anything..." She ignored me, stroking my engorged cock. I wanted it to stop, and knew she wouldn't. I wanted to go soft, but couldn't. Hell, I wasn't sure I really wanted it to. No, that was wrong. I loved Jane, this was a betrayal of her. I felt my self go soft again and was proud of myself. Tessa just giggled, then humming reached behind and slid a finger up my bum. It searched then started massaging a bump up in there. I wouldn't say it was pleasurable, though it didn't feel bad. My cock started engorging though. I willed it to stop, but her lips wrapped around me. "Hmm, not a bad size at all! This will be a fun addition to our playtime gorgeous." Then, hooking a leg over my hip she guided me into her pussy. God, it was so good. I wanted it to stop, and never wanted it to stop in equal measure. One of her hands went to my chest while her mouth found mine. I didn't last long, it was a hard intense cum. She came too, her long neck stretched backwards and she sighed in contentment. Then she pulled herself off, tucked me, now naked, into my knickers, patted my cheek and went back to her magazine. The motor whirred, freeing my hands. I sobbed, wracked with guilt and humiliation. Yet what could I do? I walked out and back down to the kitchen. My nerves where shot, my self esteem non existent, and I wallowed in guilt for having effectively betrayed Jane. I hadn't wanted it, had been definitely willing to walk out, but it had happened. I felt broken. The kitchen was empty and mechanically I just kept walking through and down to my little room. Not quite knowing what I was doing I collapsed to the floor and curled up with my hand to the door into the flat. That flat which was my only link to normality. If Jane had been there I might even have gone through, broken the rules and gone through. But she wasn't there, wouldn't be for a week. I just lay there, my mind banging around in all sorts of weird directions, flashbacks to a cock jutting out of my mouth just under my nose, of the feeling of that tip just inside my bottom, of Tessa's pussy wrapping around my cock. I had betrayed Jane, hell betrayed myself, yet I didn't know how to stop it. Jane could be my saviour, but then I'd betrayed her. There was no one else, no one on the other side of that door I could go to. Running away would achieve nothing. Maybe I should kill myself. That would be the solution, it would be easy to end my life right now. It would take energy though, and right then I had none. My limbs felt ledden. I heard a soft footfall behind me, heard a soft voice. "Oh god." Julia. I had no energy to look up, no will to respond. She lifted my head and held me against her. I began to heave huge silent sobs. Julia rocked me like a child, "Shh, shh, it's done, it's OK now, Shh, Shh." I don't know how long we stayed like that. Slowly I calmed down, and in her gentle embrace felt my muscles start to relax. "Did it hurt?" "No." "That's all part of the program. It's made to feel good. He was gentle wasn't he?" "Yes." "He won't always be, nor will many of the men you'll be given to, but it will be sometimes." We were silent for a while longer, then Julia started gently lowering my head to her lap. "Baby, I wouldn't take part in breaking you, but now..." My mind slowly kicked into gear. Did it matter now? Maybe Julia was all I had left. The old life was so far behind me I wasn't sure it was real. All she was wearing was knickers, and as one hand gently pushed down on my head, the other reached down her belly and into the silk thong. My mind felt numb, like emotionally I was cushioned in wool. I'd always been attracted to Julia, but also thought of her as a friend. I'd been more than a little afraid of having sex with her in case it started to mean something. Yet here she was, at first consoling me, now pushing my head down to her lap. Yet what happened next made my mind crash into a thousand pieces. Instead of her hand pulling her knickers down, it pulled out a cock and popped it into my mouth. I was stock still, this cock slowly growing in my mouth as her other hand stroked my hair. "There, it's done. The second is easier than the first, it all gets easier. Eventually you'll look at guys cocks and wonder what they'll taste like, feel like. It's not like how you get turned on looking at a woman, it's different, but it does get easier." I only half heard what she said as the horror of the cock in my mouth grew. Her hands gripped me, and maneuvered my head so that the cock tip slid along the inside of my cheek. How had I not known? I hadn't, thought thinking back there had been enough hints and clues. Still, I was sure I'd seen her with nothing but a slit down there. The cock in my mouth was too real to deny though. My second, my second cock. I had never ever in my life been tempted or thought about sex with men, yet now in the space of a few hours I was having my second. I felt dizzy, disoriented. So much so I didn't notice her getting close, didn't notice the groans, and when the hot spurts started I automatically swallowed. She helped lift me up, humming gently, and we showered together. It let me understand more. Something had been done to her, there was a slit as well as a cock, and it let her tidy things away. It was why I hadn't really known, hadn't understood. She could be flat and feminine or ridged and masculine. No, not masculine, not really. She was a freak, a thing, made into a toy, just like me. As we showered she began to wash and play with me, kissing and stoking me. I looked down through my two small tits at her tugging at my cock, the unreality of the view making my head spin. It grew and Julia turned, and guided me to her. She gave me a sad smile, "It's only fair." For the first time in my life my cock slid into another man's ass. I went soft. The whole thought of it was just a turn off. Julia turned, giggled and went to her knees. "Come on, you best get used to it, I'll make it good for you." Then and there she started sucking on me, the water cascading around us. Oddly, this didn't feel like a betrayal of Jane. Julia was a guy, yet I fundamentally wasn't interested in sex with another man. I had given in to Jack, but that was different, I hadn't had much choice. Here I did and the stirrings of my cock rising fled me. "No, Julia, I'm not..." She smiled up at me, "I wasn't able to get hard for a couple days after I'd been broken. Trust me, it's better if you do. It'll help you adjust if you have some release." Her mouth went around me again, and the sight of that beautiful face sucking on my cock got me going. She may be a guy, but she was so pretty. I was completely confused and started to cry again. Julia kept on sucking me, then turned and pulled me back into her ass. It was good, damn it, it was good. I didn't want it to feel good. Then I thought of what I'd just sucked on the other side of what I was fucking and went soft again. I was sobbing, shaking, but Julia just smiled turned and began to blow me again. Eventually, it took her three more goes, I came in her ass. I wouldn't say it felt good, I'm not sure it was even much of a release. I was sobbing and shaking as I did it, but I came. I'm not sure I had much choice. We finished showering, dried off then Julia helped me dress. She pulled out a black bustier. I had never worn such things. "No use pretending any more. You'd been put in teenage things that hid as much as showed, that's behind you now." I stood them dumbly as she hooked it around me. Sure enough it was padded and emphasised. Looking down there was no way I could think of myself without tits. God. The knickers where almost worse. Always before I'd had on my little plastic cage. Without conscious though that had been part of my armour against the weirdness. It was gone now, and the soft silk cupping me was distracting in a way I'd never imagined. Stockings and suspenders, and a short crop top and indecently short fitted skirt. A pair of heels and Julia led me to a mirror. I'd not looked at myself much, though I hadn't avoided mirrors. Mostly I'd looked and seen the man I remembered in women's cloths. The woman looking back at me I didn't recognize. She had shoulder length dirty blond hair done up in pony tails. A face perhaps plain, but not unattractive. Breasts pert and full, not huge, but there and from a man's point of view a nice handful. She had a waist and hips. Again, not curvy, but not yarkstick flat, and the bum was beautifully curved out. God. Julia took me by the hand and led me up to the kitchen. There was work to do. She hovered around me, and even helped take a few things up to some of the girls. I was grateful for that, as much for her being away as for my not having to go to the other girls. I suddenly felt I didn't know her. Everything was mixed up in my head, and the thought of her cock in my mouth, my cumming in her ass just confused me. Then it got worse. I was brewing some coffee when I suddenly felt hands on my hips and heard a deep chuckle. "Someone's cherry's been picked huh?" It was one of the body guards. They'd been friendly enough, though the cold look in their eyes was disturbing. I tried to move away, but he pulled me back, on of his hands starting to lift my skirt up. "No! I'm not..." I started struggling, but he just laughed and wrestled with me. One of the others was there and he joined in. I fought, kicking, trying to punch, but they were strong. I was roughly pushed down to the ground, my knees kicked out from under me. I was crying, trying to push them away, but I was forced over onto my knees, one of them holding my wrists to his chest as he started to unbuckle his trousers. One behind me kept trying to pull my legs apart, and laughed as I pulled them back together. Finally he knees got between mine. I still struggled, but my skirt was flipped up, my knickers literally ripped off. I was crying, begging, but the one in front was forcing my head down, rubbing his big cock against my face while I felt another jerk up between my cheeks. He stabbed at me and a lance of pain sprung up my spine. "Shh, shh, don't fight." Julia was there, stroking my hair. "It's OK, they're allowed." "No!" I kept struggling as the cock in my ass pushed deeper. "You don't understand, it's allowed. He hires gay guys as his bodyguards so they won't be interested in the girls. We're their reward." I sobbed and went limp. I felt as much as saw a high five get done above my body. Julia lifted my head, I tried clamping my jaws and eyes shut, but she gently massaged down my jaw bone until I sobbed and another cock entered my mouth. It was too awful, a cock in my ass and another in my mouth. Julia stayed with me, playing with my breasts, helping the guys to fondle my cock. I didn't know which way was up, was it pain or pleasure. I didn't know, though my body responded and jerked in massive spikes of sensation. I felt like a marionette on strings, being manipulated and moved. They had their fun, then left me crumpled on the floor. Julia lifted my head onto her lap and stoked my hair as I cried. "I know it's hard darling, but the more it happens, the faster you'll adjust. You can't go back now, and Jack only allows one way forward." I could feel her start to harden against my cheek. She turned my head, placing my cheeks and lips up against her silk clad cock. No more words were spoken, no force was used. I was still sobbing, but reached inside her knickers and pulled out a large hard cock. I'd been too dazed to really take anything in before. Hell, I wasn't in much a better state now, but it was large and well formed. It was a man's cock stuck on this ultra porn star feminine body. Then, cum leaking out of my ass, I took her into my mouth. Later, showered again and redressed I was back up working in the kitchen when an order came for afternoon coffee for Jack. I froze, and Julia swiftly prepared it. She put the tray in my hand and shooed me out the door. I felt like I was walking to my doom, was completely numb. My ass still throbbed from what had happened to it so far today. Not because it hadn't been probed before, the girls had done that enough, it was the nature of the probing. I opened the door to his study and walked in. He was sitting at his desk, working. Various computer screens scrolled market changes and he was quietly talking on the phone. I was ignored and went to put the tray on the side table. I poured his coffee, and served out a late lunch. As I worked I heard him finish with the phone call, and felt footfalls come up behind me. Tensing I stood silently and continued working. He came right up behind me, and arm wrapping around to cup one breast. Julia had put me in a corset with no blouse, so his fingers just rolled the cup down to let him play with me. I stopped what I was doing, my hands resting on the table top. His other hand came around and I bit my lip as one nipple was rolled between his finger and thumb. "You hate this don't you?" His voice rumbled from just over my head. Close up like this emphasised his size. I wasn't short, but at over six foot he towered above me. I nodded, but a small gasp shot out as he twirled both nipples in time. "This is the stage I love, when you know you've been changed, and haven't quite stopped fighting it yet. It gets even better at the final point of submission, but you're not there yet. For now though, you're compliant, know you can't fight." His body was just lightly pressed up behind mind. His hands playing with my breasts where a distraction, but as every second passed became more and more the centre of my attention. "Close your eyes, shut down your mind. Don't think, it's not your place to think. You are becoming what I am wanting you to be. A receptacle for others pleasure, only receiving pleasure through submission." His words were a low rumble, I heard them but was loosing track. My mind was centring on what his hands where doing. I had played with others like this, but never been played. He was expert, his fingers both gentle and rough. I couldn't ignore the way my flesh cupped into his hands in a way I had mostly not noticed, or had deliberately ignored. I couldn't ignore this. I heard myself softly breathing in time to his words, to his hands, the sensations building upon each other. I felt a warm breath on my neck, then the soft wet touch of a tongue on my ear. God, this couldn't be happening. It was intense, but in a way I'd never experienced before. I didn't want to enjoy it, but I couldn't deny the sensations. I felt defenceless, completely out of my control. It built, layer upon layer, until he suddenly turned rough and pinched my nipples hard, pulling them out. I cried out in shock, this role of feeling, like an orgasm but unlike, rolled through my body. I supported my weight on my arms, and caught my breath. There was that deep chuckle behind me. "Undress me, start with my shirt." I bit my lip, my eyes shut tight, but what else could I do? Run? To what? I turned, his eyes caught mine, then I ripped mine away. There was a cold lust in them that wasn't all about sex. I swallowed, pulling myself together, then reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt. Out of the tops of my eyes I saw him staring intently at my chest. It was disconcerting and I understood a little more about what it was to be a woman. "Lovely breasts, small, but pert. You've grown out to ?B' cups I believe, and there's some more to come I think." His hand reached up and gently cupped me again, making me twitch. I finished unbuttoning his shirt and he pulled it off, discarding it to the side. "Put your hands to my chest." I paused, to which he actually growled. That scared me, and my hands went up. His chest was warm, with chisled muscles. I used to have a chest like this. "Feel me, you're not like this any more. Notice the simples, small and hard." He pinched mine, "I've given you nice big soft ones now. Go ahead, kiss one." I paused again, and a hand reached up to firmly pull me forward and down. I put my lips to him. I'd had a few nipples in my mouth before, but nothing like this. It was small, slightly rough with a few hairs. "Suckle me..." I licked and sucked at him, feeling uncertain at what I was doing, but he didn't complain. His took one of my hands in his, and ran it over his chest and stomach. He had a perfect six pack of course. I'd never touched a man as intimately as this. It was disconcerting, and despite getting effectively raped earlier, perhaps the most mind bending experience of a day of horror. He turned. "Feel my back." My hands were trembling as I did. It was a broad firm back, not an ounce of fat. It was a man's back. "Bring your arms around, hold my chest." I did, and it had the effect of bringing me right up to me. "Different, isn't it? Notice the way your breasts are crushed between us?" I had, it was yet another tail spin moment in my mind. Again he took a wrist in his hand and began drawing it over his skin downwards. I knew what was coming, and heard myself whimper. My fingers trailed over that six pack, then he pulled them down over the front of his trousers until I was cupping him. His cock a firm bulge under my hand. He set my hand to stroking his length. "Unbuckle my trousers and take them off from where you are." I brought my other hand down, grateful for being able to release his cock. I undid his belt, his trousers, then kneeling, pulled them down and off his legs. I was faced with his ass encased in a pair of tight shorts. "Now my pants, from there, and ensure you're treating my cock with the respect I demand." I moved closer, a sob escaping my lips. I was loosing control, and that was bad. Reaching around he again took my wrist and slowly dragged my fingers down his stomach, down under the band of his pants until my finger wrapped around his shaft. I sobbed again. "Pull it together, now take my pants off." I used my other hand to free his penis and pull them down. It meant I had my face right up against his lower back and bottom. At least I was able to let his cock go again to get his pants off. It let me sit back on my heels, though that meant I had a full on view of his ass. Again, perfectly muscled, a strong man's ass. It held no attraction, quite the opposite. "Like the view?" He chuckled again, "Of course not, but get to know my ass. Touch my cheeks... Hold them, stroke them." I did, gaining the yet more unfamiliar feeling of two heavily muscled buttocks in my hands. "Kiss me." I paused again, going still. He growled. I bent forward and put a light kiss at the bottom of his back. "Good girl, feel me, kiss me." I did, it was such an odd feeling, and with a sinking sensation of horror, I realised I was starting to feel aroused. "Now, open my cheeks." I did, to see a completely clean crack, and his rosebud. "And kiss me, tongue me there." Again I stopped, he couldn't really mean it. "Now!" His voice was sharp, like a gun shot. I jerked forward automatically. My face became surrounded my those muscle hard cheeks and my lips touched his ass. I stopped, appalled, but he chuckled his approval. "Tongue me." I held down my stomach and very tentatively slid my tongue out. It wasn't as bad as I thought, there was no bad taste, though the musky scent was overwhelming. In poking my tongue into his anus I suddenly felt lower than I ever had. This had to be the ultimate humiliation, one man tonguing anothers bum. It meant I had completely submitted to him, there was no where lower to go. He kept me at it for a while, then gently asked me to pull back. I felt my cheeks wet with tears as he turned around. His soft cock, larger than many men's when hard, was right before my eyes. "Blow me." I stopped, and realised that I had finally hit my wall. "No." He chuckled, "Excellent, but I'll ask again. Blow me." "No." Thought soft, I heard the amazement in my voice. It was enough. So fast I couldn't react I was grabbed, lifted and pulled over his shoulder. The shock wore off and I struggled, hitting him with all my strength. It was like punching a wall. No matter how hard I struggled he handled me with an appalling ease. He walked across the room and simultaneously sat and pulled me down over his lap. One hand held me down like a vice, the other raised and lowered so fast I heard the wind of its passing. It made me realise that the spanking and canings I'd got from the gears had been mere play time. This hurt, he wasn't holding back at all. My ass flamed with pain. I stopped struggling, trying to relax and let him know. He kept it up. I was desperate, didn't know what he wanted. "Please Jack... please..." "Tell me you want it." "Please... please let me suck you." "That's you wanting to get away from the pain. I need to hear you mean it." The pain was increasing, layers of it flaming my backside. I'd never experienced anything like it. "Please... please Jack, let me do you..." I was sobbing, but I meant it, to have this stop I did want it. His hand softly rested and stroked my bottom. "There... that's better." I was sobbing, crying. "Get yourself up, and kneel." I did, and winced and my bottom rested on my heels. It stung, but was slowly transforming into this hot glow. He stood and I saw his cock in front of me. I hesitated, but more because I didn't know what to do. This morning I'd just sort of put my lips around him and a while after he'd cum. The session in the kitchen the guys had done the work. I knew I had to do more this time. "Go on, lift it up, kiss the tip. Then... experiment. Try what you know what you like and see how I react. You need to learn how to please me." With a sob I put my hand around him and lifted his soft cock. My mind was screaming, but I felt beaten. He wouldn't let me run now, I knew it. I did what he said, experimenting. He let me know what he liked when I did it. Eventually though his hands softly grasped me and he found a slow rhythm. Very slow, first just against my cheeks, then further back, then further. I gagged and he pulled back. "Tsk, relax, this is something you must learn." He did it again, I gagged again, his voice rumbled soft instructions on what to do, how to cope, and he kept it up. I threw up twice, to find a convenient bowl beside us. He didn't let that stop us. Each time he let me rinse and gargle with a mouth wash, then we continued. I wanted to stop, but the warmth of my ass cheeks reminded me I could not. Eventually I got it under control and felt his hard length begin to slide down my throat. I found my lips wrapped around his base, pubic hairs tickled my nose. I couldn't breath. "There, you're there. I could kill you like this and you couldn't stop me." The humiliation in my mind was slowly replaced by fear as the need for breath grew. I looked up into those hard cold eyes with an increasing panic. "This is your place now." I felt it start to go black, and he pulled back. Not far, just enough. A lungful of breath had never felt so good. I only got one. He did this three times, hammering home his control of me. Then he pulled back until only his tip was in my mouth before beginning a long slow rhythm deep into my throat. He kept this up, never changing pace, though I could tell he was increasingly aroused. Finally his eyes closed and his head fell back. He pulled his tip back until it rested on my tongue and he came. I was expecting it, and knew there was no choice. I swallowed. With a deep breath he put down a hand to help me stand. I yelped with surprise as he lifted me up into his arms. I felt small, fragile. "Rest your head on my shoulder, nuzzle me." I had been nuzzled, but to do it felt wrong. Yet I did. I was carried to the next room, to his massive bed. Gentle he laid me down, then lay himself behind me. One of his arms went under my neck, the other landed on a hip and slowly stroked upwards to cup a breast. His eyes locked mine and his face came nearer. He wanted to kiss. I couldn't resist as much as I might want to. His lips touched mine, his tongue probed my mouth. My mind, already in a swirl, drifted. I don't know how long we kissed, it was a bit of a blur. He kept control, his body just above mine, pressing me to the soft bed. Then, in yet one more earth shattering moment I felt his hand cupping my own cock through its silk prison. My body tried to jerk away. "Relax, I am happy touching all my girls. I don't give head, ever, but this is a nothing. Feel it, you're enjoying it." To my horror I realised I was hard as a rock. One arm shifted so that my head rested in the crook of his elbow. It let his other hand begin to play with my chest. "Now... rock against me, use my hand." I knew I shouldn't that this was playing into his game, but if I didn't what then? With a sob I shifted my hips. His lips found mine again. I did it, I rocked against that hand. It felt so horribly good. How long did it go on? It could have been minutes, it could have been hours. My conscious mind went away only coming back when I suddenly realised we'd moved. Reality came back with a horrid shock. I was now on my back, my hips raised my some angled pillow. My two wrists where crossed above my head, one of his massive paws holding them down. His body was between my legs and I realised I'd been rubbing my cock up against his. His eyes locked mine, and with a satisfied small smile I felt him pull back, a hand shifting the back of my knickers aside. His cock found my ass and as he pressed in, he slowly let the weight of his body crush mine. "No... no... no..." I was whimpering over and over again, unable to move my own eyes from him as his lips met mine and his tongue invaded me. I lost track again, only becoming conscious as his cock slowly withdrew. With an unmatched horror in a day of horrors I realised we'd come together, him deep inside me, me up against his taught stomach. With a chuckle he pulled up off me, and I felt his long rod slowly withdraw from my ass. He just got up and walked away, saying, "Oh, I'm having a lads night in tonight. Usual mess OK? Not the usual maids uniform, Julia will know what to put you in." I heard his shower start up, and I slowly got to my feet. My whole body felt drained, like after a really awesome bout of sex. My mind refused to accept that there was any equivalent between sex with Jane and what had just happened. I tied to straighten my cloths, without much success, then pulling myself as together as possible, left his room. My mind, desperate for some sense of normality, latched on his last words. A lads night. These happened every week. He had a close circle of male friends. Some married, most not, all filthy rich. They came over ate the best snacks I knew how to make, drank, smoked big cigars, maybe played cards, maybe watched sports. Always one of more of the girls would join in for either quick one on one sex, or big orgies. I'd seen gang bangs, tangles of naked limbs, girls tied up and made toys in complex S&M games, you name it. Normally I wore boring, concealing maids uniforms. I was ignored except when food or a drink was needed. That's the way I liked it. Those men scared me, whilst at the same time I day dreamed of being one of them. A master of the universe, some perfect bimbo on her knees servicing you. However, at that moment what my mind latched onto was the food. Get the food ready, it was a life line all my consciousness grabbed with all my might. I felt my stride lengthen, it gave me a purpose. "Hey! Jaz! Come here!" Kylie. I stopped, debating running on, but I knew Kylie. She'd take it as a game and chase me. My purpose dissolved. I turned and walked into her room. She was lounging, dressed in far too little, on her bed. The telly was on with some mindless game show. "Get me a fizzy water please." She was such a lazy girl, it was only five feet from where she was. I walked over to the small concealed fridge and bent over to get one out. A giggle sounded from behind me. "A girl's first wet spot is such a special thing." As I stood and tugged at my too skimpy skirt, I was suddenly acutely aware of the slickness between my cheeks, of the cool damp spot spreading on the silk knickers directly below my anus. "I love wet spots, they make me feel used and dirty. Not so nice if you let them get dried and crusty mind, but all wet and slick it reminds a girl she's been fucked." I walked over to her stiffly, my mind a welter of emotions. Her hand slid up my legs, cupped my ass. Then she pulled her hand forward and she licked her fingers. "Mmm, Jack. I recognize that cum anywhere. Was it good for you? Did you cum?" I stood there, trembling, unable to speak. "You did, didn't you! Come here you lucky thing!" She pulled me down onto the bed sharply. I tumbled on top of her, confused as she swiftly turned me over onto my back. "That means our little thing is free to play with too!" A hand reached up under my skirt to find my cock in its little silk cage. Her fingers explored me, despite my attempts to bat her away. "Hmm! Not so little either! Behave now." I didn't really understand what she was up to until I found one wrist suddenly slapped into a cuff conveniently chained to the corner of her big bed. I should have, she'd had me in them often enough. "No, Kylie..." My other hand was put in its own cuff, then she jumped down to my middle. My cock was pulled out and she popped it into her mouth. She flushed, her nipples hardening as she blew me. "God I love a good cock, it's been days!" Despite myself I grew hard, she was good damn it. With all that had happened today it was hard to deny a real woman sucking my cock. I felt myself go hard as a rock. With a groan she jumped up, flipping a leg over my body. Her pussy surrounded mine, oh it was so sweet. I knew I should go soft, knew it was betraying Jane. Yet... yet... having my cock in a pussy reminded me I was a man, and with so much stuffing knocked out of me that. She rode me, playing with my tits, kissing me. It was hard, insistent sex, and the more welcome because of it. If she was slow and sensual I may have been able to think and regret. This left my mind no room for conscious thought. I felt my back arch as another mind shattering orgasm jetted from the tip of my cock. I don't think much came out, too much had been drained from me that day, but I came. So did she, with a shout. We caught our breaths, then she slapped her cheek as she caught site of the time. "Bloody hell, it's a boys night in! We're all on duty tonight!" No time for post coital loving, which suited me fine. She unclipped me, then everything started to go into fast motion. It all became a bit of a whirlwind. I had to help all the girls get ready, as well as dart down to the kitchen to prepare the food. It got even more manic when Julia suddenly grabbed me by the arm and threw me into the shower fully clothed. "We've got to get you ready too sweetheart. Strip in the shower, there's no time." All of the sudden the whirlwind centred around me. The girls all helped as they finished themselves off too. I was lotioned and potioned, my nails done, my eyebrows plucked. My hair was coifed, and makeup put on. Not the simple subtle stuff I'd been trained on, dark red lip gloss, eye liner, cheek rouge. A odd white cupless bra was slipped on, then a suspender belt and white stockings. A lace thong that help my cock vertically was put on, then a black transparent blouse with puffed short sleeves and only a couple buttons. Then an indecently short black pleated kilt, and a pair of very high heels to finish it. The girls finished the whirlwind and turned me to a mirror. I honestly didn't recognize the woman looking back at me. "No time girl, you have to get the food laid out!" With a horrified glance at the clock I ran down and finshed what I could, then got the parlour laid out. Jack sauntered down perfectly timed as the main door bell rang. He looked at me as he puffed on an already lit cigar. "Go on, open it." I never had to open the door, but those eyes and a simply raised eye brow told me there was no choice. With my cheeks reddening under the make up I went and opened the door. Standing there was one of the regulars, he was shorter, and dark featured. His accent sounded French, and he was one of the most casual and indifferent in his treatment of the girls. His eyes raked me up and down as he walked in, pausing only to hand me his jacket. Jack had come up, and the gave each other cheek kisses as only the French & Italians can carry off between men. They turned and faced me. The Frenchman nodded his head my way as I walked past them to pick up a drinks tray and return. I didn't catch everything they said, just Jack saying, "... come on fast." I stood, not able to look either of them in the eye. I thought the Frenchman was reaching for a drink, but his hand simple slid into my blouse to cup a breast. I jumped, and cried out, nearly upsetting the drinks. Jack's eyes grabbed mine. "Behave." The hand returned, and I felt myself trembling as he cupped my chest. Hefting it like a man in a show checking out a piece of fruit. "Lovely, I'm impressed. A bit small, but firm and well formed." The bell rang, and with a desperate look at Jack, I was given non verbal permission to pull away. The next was a tall thin man, one I knew took pleasure in sexually tormenting the girls. He loved to play with them until they were in tears, begging for sexual release. Again, the look and as I moved around him to take his jacket I felt my ass being groped. I jumped, but a flash of a look from Jack told me to get on with it. If I had any doubts the job description had changed, they were gone. For not the first time that day I considered just running away. Yet that stark reality Julia had warned of smacked me in the face. Where would I run to? I run to Jane I probably get slapped in the face and shoved out the door. I run out into the big bad world what place is there for a freak like I'd become? I'd once read an article about a Thai she-boy, and it was worse than what I now faced in that you were alone. At least here I knew what I was in for, didn't I? At the end of the contract I had enough to buy back my life, didn't I? For the next hour or so I fetched and carried serving drinks and food. The girls where there, hanging off the arms of the men, being the perfect dates they were trained to be. Instead of being ignored like I usually was I was groped and fondled, pinched and slapped. I felt like crying, and only barely held it together. Then it all got much much worse. I served a drink to the Frenchman. He was sitting on a big old leather arm chair, talking to one of the others seated beside me. As I'd been trained to the point where it was almost instinctive I bent over at the hips the tray in front of me. Having him stare at my chest was disconcerting, and in promising to never do it to another woman I knew deep in my heart I had. I knew what that stare meant, the sexual calculations of what it would feel like to touch them, the momentary fantasy of what if. His eyes shifted upwards and he just said, "Suck me." I paused, the words banging around inside of my brain. Suddenly the tray was gone from my hands, Julia was there helping me stand, then applying soft pressure to my shoulders. "Shh, you knew this was coming. Accept it, you'll do fine. The worst was the first time, it all gets easier." Her knee knocked my forward from behind, and I slowly slid to kneel in front of him. She was right, I knew this was coming and had been denying it. My mind was to shattered from a day of horrors, how could there be more? "No Julia, no..." She lifted my hands and helped me undo his fine Italian trousers. She helped me reach into a leather posing pouch that would have made me laugh if I'd seen it six months ago. She helped me pull out a short fat soft cock. She gently pushed my head forward until my lips touched it. Then with a sob I opened my lips and took it in. I sort of knew what to do, and turned on some sort of autopilot to give him head while my mind went into overdrive trying to think of a way out of this. No new ideas came and I kept smashing my head against the more unpalatable options I'd rejected already too many times today. "She's not very enthusiastic." The soft accent of his voice flowing like silk from his mouth above me. "Encourage her." Jack there. I didn't know who they were talking about until Julia pulled me back, helped me stand, then positioned me beside him. She did the same trick, gently pushing down on my shoulders, whilst just ever so gently taking my knees out from behind me. With a sinking stomach I knew what that encouragement meant and whom it was directed at. "Please... no. Julia, no..." "Shh, this is your life now. They want amusement, and you are it." She gathered my hands behind my back, and I was slowly bent over his knees. Despite my words I didn't resist. I'm not sure I knew how to any more. My skirt was slipped up, then I felt Julia back off. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, expecting to be hit. Instead a hand gentle caressed my bottom. "Lovely, you would never know this was the ass of a man. Is it some sort of chemical treatment?" "There is some of that, but it is also a carefully controlled diet and exercise programme. Look at the jiggle, you only get that..." Smack, "through just the right layers of muscle and fat." Smack. I sobbed and felt a tear squeeze out of the corner of my eye. My ass was still sore from earlier, and he wasn't holding back. There was nothing playful about this. "Delightful. Such a lovely rose colour." Smack. "Wait to you feel the cushion of that around you. A virgin ass is a wonderful thing." Smack. They kept on calmly discussing me like a thing, a prized farm animal. I went from sobs to entreaties to stop, to begging that I'd be good, to eventual quiet other than small animal grunts as the spanking continued. It stopped and I was helped to stand. I was hunched over, standing, but only just. I wanted to curl up in a small ball and disappear. A low growling voice whispered in my ear. "Stand straight, shoulders back and relaxed, better... look him in the eye and apologise." I did everything I was told, and suddenly understand what being broken meant. I looked at this stranger, a man who I'd seen a few times and had only heard maybe 20 words from. All of those simple commands for food and drink. I looked him in the eye and saw the satisfaction, the power and knew absolutely that what he was feeling was something I never would again. He said something to me, and it was only when I paused to find myself straddling him, his cock held behind me in my own hand that the words hit my barely still conscious mind. I'd reacted without thought to his soft satisfied, expectant, "Mount me." For a second, just a second, I paused wanting to get off and stop this, but two soft feminine hands pressed gently down on my shoulders and I felt my lungs such in air as I sat down and took yet another strange cock into my ass. Things got a bit jumbled after that. Memory needs some measure of conscious mind to operate and sleep to integrate. I was physically exhausted at that point, mentally broken, and I was kept from my sleep. I'm pretty sure all the men there had me, most more than once. There was things with the girls too, and there was one point when my self burbled up when I found Julia and I kissing either side of a cock while she stroked my cock through my knickers. It was just too weird, but as I started to panic and feel I needed to get away I was pulled at by the hips and plugged into from behind. My mind shattered into non-existence again. Thing is, it didn't stop after this little boys club gang bang. I was kept at, and kept at, and kept at. I, at best, snatched bits of sleep. I was given little food other than drink. Julia and Tessa appeared almost magically when I started to gather my thoughts and start to protest. Frankly though, that didn't happen much, I was well and truly broken. Mostly I just did as