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I was still catching my breath, my head was still spinning and my heart was beating like the drums in a heavy metal band. I was trembling and trying to move around in a disoriented sort of way. I felt drunk and hung over in a weirdly wonderful sort of way. In short, I was very cock drunk. The taste of cum filled my mouth and my lips and face were covered. I couldn't resist, I reached up with my fingers and started scooping it up to feed into my mouth, rub on my lips, I gloried in the luxurious, liquid silk texture and it's strong, sweet and salty flavor. Mike wasn't looking at me. He was very purposefully not looking at me and he said, "I'm sorry." Huh? What? "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. I was way out of line to treat you that way. Please forgive me, it will never happen again." It better happen again!" I said with all the indignity I could muster in my current, weakened state. "What?" Mike said with the same dazzling wit I'd been displaying for the last couple of days. "Mike, honey, baby? Man of mine? Uhm, if you haven't noticed yet, I kind of like it rough. I like when you take control of me and use me however you like. Hell, I don't just like it, I love it! I'll admit, I was scared, kind of, but I know you'd never really hurt me! You don't have to worry about me, I'm a sure thing! I'm game for pretty much anything you want to do as long as you don't actually damage me!" Mike was sitting there looking a little confused and stunned. I went on, "Mike? How many women have you ever known who even let you put your hand on the back of their head when they gave you a blowjob?" "Uhm, well, none! Most of them don't even seem to like giving head, they only do it when you beg them for it!" "Well Mike, dear, have you had to beg me? Have I even once objected to anything you've wanted? Of course not, I want it just as bad as you do!" Who am I kidding? I want it more than he does, I need it! I live for it! I thought to myself, but I decided not to share that little bit of information. "Well still, I think I was a little rough on you and I'm sorry." "You were rough on me, you big dummy! I almost passed out! Do you know how much I'd love to be fucked until I passed out?" I hadn't even thought of that until the words came out of my mouth and as they did, my mind took off on a little trip down fantasy lane. Oh yeah, getting fucked at either end until I passed out and then waking up to find I was still being fucked? My tummy quivered in a funny little way I'd never felt before. That was an exciting line of thought! I'm definitely "book marking" that one for later examination! "So, you're really not mad?" "No honey, I'm not mad at all. I'm a very happy girl and I love all the things you do to me and for me. I'm yours! Do with me what you want!" He pulled me to him, kissed me gently on the forehead and probably got a little cum on his lips for his trouble, looked at me, laughed, and said, "I really do love you. You're a mess!" I laughed, and looked up at him, professed my undying love for him, and moved to get out of bed saying "Well, let's go check out the damage my big mean man has done to lil' ol' me!" I made my way to the bathroom, stripping out of my undies as I went and chucking them into the laundry bag that was beginning to develop a fine little sex funk, and looked in the bathroom mirror. Oh. My. Well, I could see why he'd been so worried now. Aside from all the cum coating my face and smearing my makeup and lipstick that seemed to be smeared all the way to my ears, I'd obviously teared up and cried quite a bit during my ferocious face fucking. Mascara had run down my face almost to my chin in several little black streams, there was cum in the hair of my wig, and even my pretty little tits were coming unglued in a few places. I really was a mess! I took off my wig, and set it carefully back on the styrofoam "head" in the box, then very carefully went through the process of removing my pretty little breast forms and stepped back into the bathroom to turn on the shower. Mike yelled in to me, "Hey! Don't loiter too long in there or we'll have to make a run to top up the tank again!" Well, if we had to, we had to, it was going to take a little time for this girl to get presentable again! I scrubbed my chest very carefully, removing the little bits of spirit gum residue, or whatever it was, then shaved my face again under the running water, checked my "all over" to see if there were any spots I'd missed the first time. There were a couple, I quickly set those right and then got out as fast as I could. I stepped out, wrapping the big soft towel around my chest, keenly aware that I was kind of "naked boy" mode at the moment and not liking it one bit but there wasn't much I could do about it at the moment. My detachable "girl parts" needed some maintenance before I could put them back on and I probably needed to spend a little time without them anyway. I didn't know how long I could wear those things without some skin irritation or something. Mike was standing in the open door of the camper and said, "Holy shit, it's still only mid-afternoon!" I knew what he meant, it felt like it should be much later in the day. Probably because we'd just gotten out of bed again. Still, this was a good thing! The slower the time passed in this private little world of ours, the happier I'd be! Suddenly inspired, I said, "Hey! Let's go swimming!" not really wanting to swim so much as I wanted to try on that awesome little bikini! Mike thought that was an excellent idea so I happily jumped to get into my new swimsuit! It was one of those little stringy affairs with ties on both sides of the bottoms and ties behind the back and the back of the neck on the top. I noticed happily the cups were small enough they wouldn't look silly on my flat little chest, got the bottoms on with no problems and then when I tried, couldn't quite get the knot right in the back. Mike saw my difficulty and helped me out with it, then I did a couple of turns and asked him if he liked? I reached up to put my hands in my hair and then remembered, damn! No wig. I instantly clouded up and said, "I probably look stupid. Like a boy in a bikini." "Oh Gwen girl, you do NOT look like a boy to me. You may be flat chested but you've got an ass most girls would kill for! It's not a 'junk in the trunk' butt but definitely a fine bubble butt! That suit looks KILLER on you!" He's either the most charming man in the world, or the best liar. I don't know which but he definitely knows exactly what to say to make his girl very happy! Still, I felt a catty little need to milk it a bit more. "Are you sure? You're just saying that." And pouted a bit. Mike stepped up, pulled me to him, and I felt his hairy chest against me and laid my head on it, he stroked my back and squeezed my ass and said, "I promise you babe, you look hot! Really hot!" Thus reassured, I stood up on tippy toes to kiss him quickly and the kiss took a little longer than I expected as he pulled me tight and lifted me up off the floor, slipping his tongue deep in my mouth again, exploring and probing and setting me all aflutter! I suddenly found myself thinking of going back to bed again and he must have read my mind and said, "No, slut! Swimming, not screwing! I need a rest!" I giggled and as I did, I kind of wondered where that came from. I'd never been a giggly guy and here I was, all atwitter like a school girl! Who cares where it came from? I loved being his little giggly bimbo. He said, "Race you to the water, on the count of 3..." and I laughed like a loon and took off running like hell! He was left standing there flat footed and didn't make it half way before I'd jumped in and started swimming. I'd been on the swim team in high school and had won a few trophies, there was no way he was ever going to catch me. But as I swam, I started to feel all those poor abused muscles loosening and stretching out and soon, I was just swimming at a relaxed pace, "feeling the healing" as we used to say during swim practice. I was also grooving on the sensation of swimming in a bikini. Of course I loved it. I didn't get that "I'm being hugged" sensation I got from my bras but it was still very nice. I loved the feel of the fabric over my nipples. I'd never really noticed my nipples all that much as a guy but now that I was a girl, they were definitely starting to come to my attention! I heard Mike yell from shore not to go out so far and I looked around and realized I'd covered a fair bit of distance. I was a little winded, it had been a physically demanding couple of days so I took his advice and turned back toward shore. When I got there, Mike was standing in water up to his shoulders. When he says "swimming" what he really means is standing around in the water, preferably with a beer in his hand. I think it's cute. When I got close, I went to the bottom and came up right in front of him, making a big splash and wrapping my arms around his neck. We both laughed and kissed, my legs wrapping around his waist and squeezing for all I was worth. We played around and frolicked in the water for awhile, I kept coming back for kisses as often as I could and finally, as we embraced in the water, I reached down into his trunks and squeezed his cock affectionately. I just couldn't get enough of that magnificent organ! Mike looked at me and said, "Turn around!" I instantly obeyed, hoping for the best, then I felt his hands on my hips. He was doing something, trying to tickle me or something and suddenly I realized he'd untied my suit bottom and snatched it off of me, making for shore and laughing that big booming laugh I loved so much. "COME BACK HERE WITH THOSE!" as he reached the shore and ran up on the little rocky beach, waving them like a kid who has just won a game of "Capture the Flag." "Mike! I swear, if you don't come back here with those this instant..." And I trailed off, I really couldn't think of a good threat. What was I going to do? Withhold sex? Fat chance! "Fine! Keep them! I'm coming out!" And I started making my way out of the water, stomping as indignantly as I could until I got up on shore with him, saying "Okay Mr. Smartypants, can I have my bottoms back now?" The damned child was holding them up over his head saying, "Sure! Here they are!" knowing damned well I could never reach them. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" We both froze in shock. We'd been sure no one was anywhere near our camp but we turned together in dread. We both knew that voice. It was Mike's brother Leonard or "Len" as he preferred. He was standing there with his phone, obviously taking video of us. Me with my bare ass and cold little peeny sticking out like a button mushroom and a bikini top on, Mike waving my bikini bottoms in the air and laughing as he joyfully teased me. What a video that would be! I'd never liked Len. He was one of those types who reveled in being as rude, crude, and ignorant as he could possibly be. He proudly referred to himself as a "redneck" and did everything he could to live up to the name. Now I had reason to like him a lot less. That video could ruin Mike's life. I wasn't really worried about myself, it wasn't like I had a lot of friends other than Mike and my family had decided long ago that I was a "Nancy boy" and washed their hands of me. But Mike? He could lose his wife and kids. We both grasped the situation instantly. We were in trouble. Len was laughing and said, "Damn Glen, I always figured you was a closet queer, I guess you done come out, huh?" I could see Mike was getting angrier by the second. "Damn you Len, this shit isn't funny! Give me that phone!" "Aw, hell no, Mike! Why, with one click I can have this up on the Internet for the whole world to take a gander at! I reckon plenty of folks would find it real interestin'!" "Don't even joke about it, Len. You've always been an asshole but this is crossing a line. What do you want and why are you even here, anyway?" "Well hell, I got that job done early and figured I'd come on out here and see what my big brother and his little fairy buddy was up to, I guess I know what y'all been to now, don't I?" Mike opened his mouth to reply but Len interrupted him and said, "Sides, ain't nothin' we can't work out between us, we all reasonable folks ain't we? Let's all just sit down and talk a bit!" Mike handed me my almost completely forgotten bikini bottoms and said, "Go inside and get dressed." Len said, "Well no, I don't reckon ol' Glen needs to go inside. Let's not do that yet." I glared my hatred at Len, he grinned, impervious to my dislike. Rather than give him the satisfaction of seeing me put my bottoms back on, I grabbed Mike's big white t-shirt off the back of his chair and put it on. It came to my knees and I felt well covered by it until I noticed my wet skin was instantly soaking through it and my red bikini top showed through it like it was lit with a spotlight. There was nothing to do about it, I sat down in my chair, put my feet up in the seat and hugged my legs to try and cover myself. All the while glaring at Len like the ass he was. Mike sat down in his chair, Len pulled up a big stump we'd meant to throw on the fire that night and sat down. He was taking his time, reaching into his pocket for his ever present can of "Cope" snuff and getting a "dip" as he called it. Fucking gross is what I called it. He worked it around for a minute then casually spat in my general direction. "Nasty fucker!" I said with a snarl. "Well now, for a little girly boy, you sure got a dirty mouth on you! Get it? You got a dirty mouth you?" and he brayed the most annoying laugh I'd ever heard. "Any ol' way, like I was sayin', I believe there's an easy solution to this here dilemma! See, I got here earlier this mornin', parked over the rise up there and walked in. I got some real hot video of the two of you in the sack this afternoon, I could probably sell that to some porno company and make me some decent money for an hour's work!" Mike blurted out, "Damn you Len, you peeping pervert, if you want money just say so! I've given you enough over the years without you having to blackmail me for it, I'll give you more if that's what you want!" "Hold up, hoss! I didn't say I wanted money, hell I got money! But I ain't never had no girlyboy pussy before and you make it look like that's some mighty fine pussy! How's about you share with your little brother and we call it even?" I was disgusted beyond words. I hated this loathsome man more than I'd ever hated anyone in my life. But I was so wrapped up in my own emotions, I hadn't been paying attention to Mike. Mike was in a rage. I'd never seen him like this. His face was red and when he started to stand up, I thought he was probably going to kill his brother. "Mike! MIKE! STOP!" I blurted in a panic. "Don't do anything! Stop! Don't do something we'll all regret for the rest of our lives! This prick isn't worth it! Just make the deal, I'll do it!" "What?" Mike turned to me, stunned. "Mike, I'll do it. I'll give him what he wants, it's worth it to be rid of him! I'll take him inside and blow him right now and that will be the end of it!" "Welll, now, that ain't exactly keerect, there Glenny girl!" Oh, how I wanted to kill him for calling me any version of "Glen" but I wasn't about to tell him my "real" name as I thought of it now. "Yeah, I'm thinkin' I'd like an all nighter! If it's only going to be a one time deal, I want it to be a GOOD time!" Mike was still in a boiling rage and I walked up to him, in a wet t- shirt, no bottoms and a red bikini top showing through, not even thinking about what kind of picture that made, and put my arms around Mike. "Honey, baby, you have a family. You have a great wife and wonderful kids and this sick son of a bitch who doesn't have anything would happily ruin all of that for you. I can't allow it. I can't let so many people get hurt for the sake of my pride. Give him whatever he wants but make sure you get that phone before he sends anything anywhere!" 'Better listen to the ladyboy, Mike! You just go hop in your truck and go find a motel room for the night. Check out at noon and come on back, and we'll call it square! Hell, I just want a little taste of what you been drinkin'! Ain't no big deal!" "Do it Mike! I'll be fine, I can take care of myself and this asshole wouldn't dare hurt me. Just grab your keys and go, I'll see you tomorrow and have lunch ready when you get here!" I gave him a closed mouth kiss and a hug, patted him on the shoulders and urged him on as he expressed his doubts all the way to the truck. "Just go Mike, we have to do this and then we can both forget about it like it never happened! I'll see you tomorrow." One more quick kiss and I stepped back as he put the truck in reverse and backed around, leaving me alone with his horrible brother. As I began to turn around, I said, "Okay asshole, what do you wan..." And that's when he punched me in the stomach so hard I saw stars and all the wind was knocked out of me. I fell to the ground in a heap and was rolling around and that's when his boot landed firmly in my crotch, reminding me I wasn't a genetic woman at all. I passed out. I awoke some time later, I don't know how long I was out but it must have been some time. I was very securely bound with silver duct tape. My hands behind my back and taped so tightly up my skinny little forearms my elbows were almost touching. My feet were duct taped to the ends of what looked like a huge coat hanger made of heavy iron bar. There was a hook and cable attached to the top of the coat hanger thingy. my crotch ached miserably, my stomach was hurting just as bad and I felt sick to my stomach both from the pain and the dawning horror of my situation. "Dear God, Mike's not due back until tomorrow afternoon! Please come back Mike! Please come back!" "Well hello sleepin' beauty! Bout time you woke your sorry faggot ass up! Now we can start the party!" I heard the whine of an electric motor somewhere behind me and the coat hanger arrangement started to move. I quickly realized I was being winched up feet first! Within seconds, I was hanging upside down and swinging beneath a sturdy tree branch. That was all it took. I threw up everything in my stomach. I'd always had problems with motion sickness and this was way past the edge of my envelope! I was paralyzed with absolute terror. For all I knew this maniac was going to gut me like a deer! My head was only inches off the ground and I had pretty much stopped swinging which was an immense relief but being upside down still didn't agree with me at all. "I'm gonna have a drink! You want a drink? I like beer but I found this here bottle of wine in Mike's backpack. You two homos big wine enthusiasts are ya? Wouldn't surprise me none, you're always goin' around, puttin' on airs like you're better n' regular folk. Well, we'll see just how much better you are in a bit!" He held the opened wine bottle in front of me and I thought he was going to make me try to drink upside down, then he swiftly stepped behind me, put the neck of the bottle between my spread legs and without warning or lube, shoved the mouth of the bottle into my ass. I screamed. "Here's your drink, bitch! And you just scream all you like, ain't nobody gonna hear you. How's that fancy wine? Tasty is it?" I could feel my intestines filling rapidly and I could hear the faint "glug" as the bottle emptied into me. My belly started to distend from being so full. "Yeah, you just stay right there and enjoy your wine while I go drag the cooler over, sweetcheeks!" By now I was sobbing softly. I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream but the entire bottle of wine filling my innards was making me very drunk very quickly. The good news was, the stupor took the edge off the terror I felt and the pain in my behind. But that was to be short lived. Yeah, looks like you've about finished off that whole bottle, let's check and see!" He walked up to me, stood in front of me and I looked up at him from about shin level. He abruptly pulled the bottle from my ass and about a quart of wine spurted straight up in the air. He jumped back, cursing at me, "Fuckin' queer whore tried to shit wine on me! What th' fuck?" I of course, had no choice but to hang there as the now body temp wine was expelled and then came right back down, running over my belly, down over my face, in my eyes, and in my hair, to drip onto the ground where I'd vomited what seemed like hours ago. It had only been about ten minutes. As if reading my my mind, Len laughed and said, "We got all night my little fairy princess, we gonna have a GOOD time!" I was getting more drunk and sicker by the minute. About that time, Len came over and said "I reckon that wine has done the trick for ya so I'm gonna let you down, then I'm gonna take a piss. You probably gotta take a shit real bad about now. I want you nice and cleaned out for fuckin' time." Don't wanna get no shit on my dick!" I heard the electric winch again, as my head hit the ground and I was lowered into the puddle of my own vomit and my wine enema, I was filled with utter disgust. A disgust that magnified itself a hundred fold when my hips hit the ground and the wine enema did it's job, literally spraying the backs of my legs as they fell into the dirt. To say I was filthy was like the ultimate understatement. I lay there, dressed in nothing but my poor, sodden bikini top and covered with filth and dirt. I must have looked like I'd been rolled in mud. Mud would have been a lot better. I laid there in my own filth, head spinning, barely able to understand what was going on around me and I heard the winch again. This time I was raised up until my bottom was on a level with my tormentor's crotch and I thought I knew what was coming next. I didn't. The evil prick picked up the wine bottle and commented, "Yeah, this oughta work!" and jammed the mouth of the bottle roughly up inside me again. I tried not to scream. I really did. And at first I was successful. But as the bottle went deeper, it got wider, stretching me in ways humans were never meant to be stretched. He fucked me with the bottle for awhile, the dregs of the wine enema giving just enough lubrication he didn't have to work at it too hard but not nearly enough for me. I was rolling my head back and forth, face down in the dirt, begging him to stop, please, please stop. He finally did stop. I was crying with relief and actually thanking him as he pulled the bottle from my wrecked ass, my precious new pussy, I cried bitter tears thinking I'd never be able to be with Mike again after this. He wouldn't want something so loose and broken. I couldn't see what Len was doing but I could hear him humming an idiotic tuneless tune and talking to himself. "Yep! That looks about right! Fag boy, your ass is gapin' like you been fucked by a herd of Angus bulls!" And suddenly I felt hot wet liquid hitting my cheeks and finally zeroing in on my tortured hole. He was pissing in me! He was using me for a toilet! I felt my whole body turn red with the humiliation of it and then I felt utter disgust with myself as my damned little dick started to harden. I was shit. I was filth. If this disgusting, filthy piece of human shit could do this to me and I could react to it in a sexual way, I was just as low and filthy as he was. My degradation was complete. Or so I thought. I sobbed quietly at my utter destruction. Just hours ago, I had been so happy. Now, I wasn't worth the piss streaming into my ass and running down my belly to puddle in the dirt beneath my face. I wanted to die. I wanted him to just kill me right there and be done with it. I sobbed at the thought of Mike coming back and finding me dead, obviously degraded beyond anything any human should have to bear. I knew it would break his mind. He'd kill his vile brother and spend the rest of his life in prison. Everything was ruined for us before we even got properly started. After what felt like forever, the stream of hot, stinking piss stopped. I wondered what he would do next and couldn't even begin to guess. All I knew was the pain. Pain and deep, utter humiliation. Self disgust like I'd never known, even when Daddy caught me with the neighbor boy's innocent little dick in my mouth. This was beyond horror. I knew I'd never be able to live with this and I just hoped he'd kill me quickly. And then I heard him spit and I felt a hot splash between my cheeks. The psycho was spitting tobacco on me! He spit again and it hit directly on my little shriveled up ball sack and again, I suffered the feeling of my traitorous little dick responding. God how I hated that useless little thing! I hated being born male more at that moment than I thought I could hate anything. I heard him laughing and then the winch motor whined again, I felt myself being lowered back into the dirt again and his filthy, stinking, disgusting piss started flowing freely out of me and onto the ground I was being lowered to. "There! I reckon your shitter's cleaned out pretty good by now!" and I felt him tugging at the duct tape on my ankles, finally releasing me from the coat hanger like device. "I normally hang deer from this for guttin', I never knew it would be good for stringin' up little faggot cocksuckers! You ARE a little faggot cocksucker, ain't ya?" I said nothing, still sobbing quietly. He kicked me in the side, not hard, just enough to get my attention, saying, "I asked you a question cocksucker boy!" You like suckin' cock don't ya? Don't make me kick ya again!" "Yes, yes, I'm a cocksucker! Please don't hurt me anymore! I'll do anything, just please stop hurting me!" "Well, that's just the right attitude, I reckon we're ready to get started now that you ain't so high and mighty anymore." He went over to the now dead fire and sat down in Mike's chair. "Crawl your little bitch ass on over here and show me some of that cocksuckin' talent of yours! I seen ya with my dear brother, you sure seemed to love your work and he sure seemed to enjoy it! C'mon now, get your little cock holes over here and get to workin'!" The tears streamed down my face, filthy and scraped from being dragged across the ground, I managed to roll over and get up on my knees, my hands still painfully secured behind my back. I tried to stand up but my legs were done. I had no choice but to fall over on my side and crawl like a worm across the rough ground. Scraping my skin and adding new depth to my self horror as I crawled like a worm to service this hateful creature's cock. He sat there patiently, watching me with obvious satisfaction, crawling and sobbing until I got to his feet and lay exhausted and defeated beyond any words. "Well, I reckon you go this far, I can help ya out a little bit!" He reached down and grabbed me by my bound arms and yanked me up to a kneeling position in front of him. I could see he'd not bothered to put his cock back in his pants after pissing in me. It was laying there like a disgusting white snake, flaccid but still very long. He grabbed me by the back of my head and roughly shoved my face down into his crotch. Oh dear God, I could smell the foul thing even over the smells coming from my own desecrated body. Did the psycho never wash? "You're wasting my time, whore boy, get busy!" Sobbing openly now, tears streaming down my face, I inched around until I had the soft head of the hateful thing at my lips and sucked his filthy cock into my mouth. The taste of it was so bitter, I tried to throw up but there was nothing left in my stomach, I just dry heaved several times. I felt a hard and rough hand slap the side of my head, "Quit stallin' faggot, you're startin' to piss me off!" Dear God, if he hasn't been pissed off all this time, what would he do if he really got angry? I lowered my spinning and aching head with determination to get this over as quickly as possible. I drew his entire soft length into my mouth, ignoring the bitter taste and trying not to think about how much I hated and feared this man. His filthy cock began to swell in my mouth and he grabbed me by my ears, twisting them cruelly and forcing my nose hard into his belly as his cock continued to grow. I was drooling because of the foul taste of his unwashed cock. Drooling and crying a little, the tears cutting tracks in the dust and dirt on my face as I sucked and licked at his cock. It was growing harder by the second and getting even bigger. Much to my surprise, Mike hadn't gotten the big cock in the family. As I swallowed his foul taste, it began to lessen a bit. I was beyond physical exhaustion, beyond thinking or feeling any shame or disgust anymore, just mechanically sucking a cock because I'd been told to do so by a man obviously capable of dominating me in every way and God help me, I couldn't help myself. I started to enjoy it. It was a cock after all and if there was one thing about me that I knew, it was that I loved cock. Len wasn't oblivious to my warming enthusiasm, commenting, "There ya go slut, your true nature's taking over ain't it? You can't help but worship a stiff cock when it's offered, can you?" He was currently holding my head in both hands and slowly but very forcefully pushing it deep into my mouth, pushing my gag reflex to the limit as I made little wretching glucks and glurgs and convulsed with the effort to resist throwing up. I knew it wouldn't go well for me if I vomited but I wasn't fighting it at all. I was passively letting him use me and finding some weird sort of pleasure in it. No matter what I did, I couldn't make him come though. He just sat back watching me and drinking beer, offering "encouragement" by telling me what a natural little whore I was and how that was going to come in handy real soon. His words only dimly registered in my frazzled mind, enough to think that was a strange thing to say. He had me until noon and then Mike would be back and probably kill him when he saw what Len had done to me. Finally, I just couldn't hold up any longer. I collapsed to the ground, his cock sliding out of my mouth and I lay there insensate. It was then that he picked me up, not like a baby, not with any concern, just throwing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes or something and took me down to the lake where he dropped me in the water, showing only enough concern to keep my head from going under. I think he knew I was so far gone, I'd have drowned if he'd just let me go. He roughly washed me of the grime and grit all over my body, roughly scrubbing my sore and abused body. It was a relief to get some of the foulness off of me but I wouldn't have called it a comfort. Finally, he looked me over, said, "That'll do," and picked me up again, hauling me up the short walk to the camper. He took me inside and threw me down on the bed. I saw none of this, too far gone to keep my eyes open but aware enough of where I was. It was then he finally decided it was time for some serious fucking. He asked me, "You like cock, sissy boy?" I didn't respond so he reached down and tweaked my nipple really hard and repeated, "I said, do you like cock? Sissy boys should always speak when spoken to!" Yes, I mumbled. "Yes, I like cock." "Do you love cock?" His fingers already cruelly tight on my nipple as a reminder to speak up and I replied, "Yes, I love cock." "You love cock, what?" "Sir! I love cock, Sir!" "No, that's not quite right, fuck meat. I think you should call me Mister Cock." as he twisted my little titty for emphasis once again. "Yes Mister Cock! I love cock!" "You like getting ass fucked by big cocks?" "Yes Mister Cock, I love getting ass fucked!" "Good! I'm gonna ass fuck you now, you good with that?" "Yes Mister Cock!" And with that, he climbed on top of my limp body, twisting me into a position he liked with my face turned to the side and my bottom sticking up into the air, my knees spread to offer him optimal access, and plunged his long fat penis inside me with sadistic force.A few hours ago, I would have screamed with agony but now? It was just one more abuse, minor compared to the things that had happened to me in that short span of time. He was really enjoying himself. Spanking my ass cheeks so hard I knew they had to be welted and flaming red, I barely flinched. I just laid there and took it, groaning occasionally or spasming when he drove particularly deep into me but again, my body was betraying me. As physically and mentally exhausted as I was, I couldn't resist the urge to push back against his thrusts. The sensations were slowly bringing me back to consciousness and after what felt like a long time, I started crying out, begging him not to stop as my little peenie started leaking and I was bucking back against him. Then I finally became aware of my surroundings. I saw the video camera on the tripod first, not immediately understanding what it meant, then my vision cleared and I saw Mike. My beloved Mike was standing behind the camera making sure he captured every bit of my degradation and humiliation on tape. He was grinning and I could see the huge erection in his shorts. I screamed. "NO! OH MIKE NO! PLEASE NO!" The two brothers started laughing and Mike said, "I wondered when you were going to notice me! Now that you have, I can get some relief!" And he dropped his shorts, walked in to frame and shoved his hard cock into my mouth as I sobbed at the betrayal I was only beginning to grasp. They spit roasted me with glee until finally Len said, "It's gonna blow!" pulled his cock from my ass and sprayed huge jets of hot semen onto my back. A heartbeat later, Mike pulled his cock from my mouth and came mightily onto my tear stained face, rubbing his load all over me, into my hair and slapping my face and my still open mouth with his sperm covered cock before sticking it back in my mouth with an order, "Suck it clean!" which I did without protest. Len chimed in and said, "Mine needs a wash down too!" and stuck his cock, covered with come and who knew what else from my long tortured ass into my mouth, which I sucked clean automatically before finally passing out face down on the bed. I don't know how much time had passed before I finally woke up again but I was in a place I didn't recognize. I was laying on a bare mattress in a shabby bedroom I'd never seen before. My scrapes had all been treated and bandaged and there was a glass of water with some aspirin on the nightstand. I didn't question it, I gulped the aspirin down. My body ached like I'd been in a prize fight. I hurt everywhere, especially my bottom. I didn't feel like I'd ever be able to sit down again. After some time sitting on the edge of the bed, realizing I was dressed only in a clean pair of panties and no clothing in sight, I got up and walked to the door, half expecting it to be locked. It wasn't. I stepped out of the room into an "efficiency apartment" just as shabby as the bedroom I'd just left. Len was sitting on the couch watching something on the television and as always, drinking a beer and Mike was in the kitchen side of the room making a sandwich. Len saw me first, picked up the remote and turned off the television saying, "Hey Mike, your fuck toy's finally awake!" Mike looked up with his cheery grin, as if everything was fine and normal and said "Well hello there, sleepy head! Would you like something to eat?" I was stunned. Like these bastards thought everything was okay? That I was actually going to sit down to a meal with them and act like I hadn't been betrayed and raped repeatedly? I started yelling and cursing at them both. Mike stopped smiling and I didn't like the look on his face at all. Len had stood up and was approaching me, pulling his belt from the loops of his jeans as he came and I shut up like shutting up was my favorite thing in all the world. Just standing there not knowing what to do but knowing I was obviously not out of danger. Mike's smile returned and he said, "I asked you if you'd like something to eat. Was there something else you wanted to say?" I looked at him defiantly and said quietly, "You know you can't keep me here, I'm going to the police." They both laughed and instead of saying anything at all, Len grabbed the remote and turned the television back on, restarting the tape, this time with the sound on. It started playing right at the point where I'd said, "Yes Mister Cock, I love getting ass fucked." He muted the sound again but left the video playing. I was transfixed. What I saw on the screen was an obviously abused and ragged young man asking to be fucked in the ass and apparently loving every minute of it. Mike came over, took me by the arm and led me to the couch where he placed half a sandwich on the coffee table along with a can of diet soda. "I'm sure you're hungry enough to eat more, but a sissy whore needs a small waist and we'll be starting your corset training and hormone replacement therapy today. Probably best if you don't each much. We don't have a lot of time to waste, you're going to be turning tricks as soon as we can. Enjoy your balls while you can, we've got a doctor coming in to lop them off tomorrow, then next week, you'll be getting some nice big breast implants, getting your adam's apple shaved, getting you a mani/pedi, proper wig fittings, things like that. So much to do!. That is, unless you want this video posted on every porn site on the Internet with copies sent to everyone you know. Welcome to your new life, whore. It's going to cost us a bundle getting you ready but you're going to make us a lot of money! And of course, servicing both of us in any way we might dream up. You know you're going to love it, don't you?" I was trapped, They knew it and I knew it. I looked at the television just in time to see myself apparently eagerly licking the filth off Len's cock. There weren't any options, they'd made sure of that. I lowered my head and said quietly, "Yes sir," and began to eat my sandwich.