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The goal of cuckold humiliation is to arouse your cuck husband/boyfriend. You’re doing it to enhance his pleasure and yours. You play the part of the hotwife (and/or sex goddess, if you’re feeling particularly confident) and he plays the part of the cuckold. You each find immense pleasure in playing that part and you each enjoy it more if you really dive in (as long as there’s trust between you).

Now, imagine being dressed in beautiful lingerie. Your bull is on his way over (or, if you want it to be more humiliating, he’s already there). You instruct your cuckold to get on his knees. You instruct him to look up at you and beg you to fuck another man. You make him beg to be cuckolded. You make him enumerate the reasons why you should fuck another man while he watches.

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With any luck, arousal will course through his body as he does it. If you want to amp up the pleasure, touch him a little. Caress his face as he begs you to fuck another man. Squat in front of him and stare into his eyes. Move behind him and run your fingers through his hair. You could also fool around with your bull while he does it. Why not get started having a little fun with the man that has already enhanced your marriage so significantly?

If you want, you could have your cuckold beg numerous times throughout the evening. You could have him beg you to strip your bull naked. You could have him beg you to suck another man’s cock. You could have him beg you to guide your bull’s cock into your pussy. You could have him beg you to allow your bull to cum inside you. There are so many ways you could have fun with it.

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The month of January 2023 was a big milestone for the Domme Breakers Club, and one that changed the club for better or worse forever.

Mistress Alice and Goddess Tia applied to join, and knew the risks of such a club. But they also knew the reward, and the club's major weakness: Women who stayed in the Domme Breakers Club were fiercely independent. They trusted no other member, and were in it for their own personal game.

When Alice and Tia joined they were fully aware of this, and used it to their own advantage. The two girls did everything together, had been friends since high school and now had plans to build their own little empire off the back of their incredible skills of seduction and beauty. They worked together, becoming a well oiled machine of power that no individual domme or slave would ever overcome.

When they finally got the invite to the Domme Breakers Club initiation they set their own little plan in motion.

After passing their initiation test, they went straight for the leader of the DBC, Madame Angelica. The two women literally yanked the woman over to a bondage horse and bound her to it. The other dommes looked on, not one daring step in to stop them, their own individual egos making every other domme in the room think only of themselves and the new power vacuum this would create. She demanded anyone help her but Tia stuffed her mouth with a gag and smiled as her final pleas were ignored. Madame Angelica's slave girls, who had been busy serving drinks could only stop and stare as Tia and Alice circled Angelica, toying with their prey.

"Madame Angelica, you are relieved of your command of the Domme Breakers Club and hereby relinquish all control of your slaves and yourself to Mistress Alice and Goddess Tia. We own you now bitch."

Angelica screamed helplessly into the gag. The crowd were silent, they could only watch in curiosity as these two women strutted around the room, but they were far from done.

Angelica was left tied up as the women continued their wicked plan. They walked around the now silent room together, their hungry eyes looking up and down each woman present. None were seen as equal, all were fair game to the women.

Mistress Jennifer was next. The blonde woman was surrounded by the two new members, who expertly pinned her to the wall. She was then pushed into a chair and bound, and before she could even beginning crying for help Mistress Alice had a gag in her mouth.

"We'll come back to play with you later Jenny, we want to torture you the same way you torture your poor slaves."

Mistress Jenny began to panic. These women were dangerous. More so than anyone else realised. And she knew how much she abused her poor slave girls, the fact these women already knew that made her realise how truly in trouble her and the other women were.

Lady Sarah Hewitt, one of the more affluent members of the Domme Breakers Club was used to buying her success. Everyone had a price, and she was quick to sense the danger in these women being able to overpower any individual in the room.

"OK ladies, how much can I offer you to stop this little game?" she asked, pulling out a chequebook.

"Oh silly Sarah" chimed Goddess Tia "we don't need your bribes dummy. We'll take everything you own." With that she was grabbed and dragged to a neearby sofa, bound up and layed down.

"Be a good girl, we'll be back to take all your bank log in details and your cards later."

Mistress Kim, who had only been a member for a few weeks began backing toward the exit. She had a feeling things were only going to get worse as 3 of the most powerful women in the room had been overpowered and bound.

Mistress Alice grabbed her before she could get her hand on the door handle.

"Tut tut, where do you think you're going missy? You weren't even on our list tonight, but seeing as you're so keen to leave we can make a special exception for you."

Kim put up a fight, and lashed out at Alice, yanking at her hair and slapping wildly at the woman's face. She tried to pull away and run, kicking off her heels as she desperately yanked her own arm away from the grip of Mistress Alice. Unfortunately for Kim, Goddess Tia was now behind her, and she quickly held the girl in place, allowing Mistress Alice to recover and begin binding the girl up. They pulled her over to a table and gagged and hogtied the poor girl. Kim began to cry.

"Now everyone, we love this club, but it's about time it had a new change of leadership. Myself and Mistress Alice hereby claim ownership of the club and seize all assets. Please co-operate and bring forward the following members for enslavement: Mistress Ophelia, Lady Victoria, Mistress Zoe and Goddess Rachael. The rest of you are free to continue your duties here as before, and have full permission to use our new slaves and any property they once owned, after all, it belongs to us now." Goddess Tia grinned as the carnage unfolded. Women now grabbed their fellow Dommes, pulling the listed women to the front, 3 or 4 dommes each overpowering the ones named and binding them, hooding and gagging some, leaving others on chairs helpless.

All in all 8 dommes were broken that night. Goddess Tia and Mistress Alice now had 24 slaves under their control. The women were moved to cages that evening, and the majority were prepared for selling to brothels and independent collectors after being broken in fully.

MY PET DOESN'T NEED TO CUM...... HE NEEDS TO BE RESTRAINED, GAGGED , PEGGED AND LEFT LOCKED IN HIS CHASTITY CAGE YEARNING TO CUM !!! 😊👰

Pissy slave

You are a pathetic pissy toilet slave. That’s right you fucking needy dumb slut. That’s what you are. Read that again, but this time with your hand on your cunt.

You are made to be naked and collared all day. Made to be used by others. Made to be a pissy little slut. Body reeking of piss, cum and wet pussy. Degrading phrases written all over your skin. Treated like literall filth. My filth. My toy. Understood?

You are nothing more than a cumrag meant to be defiled and used. An urinal slave. My slave. Mine. You ready to submit? You ready to be forced to lick and worship my ass? To suck my cock clean after I took a piss. Or to let my guests watch as I absolutely ruin your fucking tight holes before stepping on your tits or pussy?

Don’t forget to the outside world you might be looking like a normal adult. Just your proper and regular person. Smart or hardworking. Normal and clean. But behind closed doors. You are my filthy little toilet licker. Behind closed doors, you get wet from me humiliating and degrading you. Behind closed doors you pathetically piss yourself while I fuck your ass. And crave to be treated like filth.

You kneel next to the toilet whenever I take a piss. To make sure all droplets of piss get slurped up or fall onto your tongue. But also so you can service my cock. Swirling your tongue around my wet tip, before taking in my whole shaft. Cleaning and sucking me off at the same time.

Because it’s your duty to suck my musky or pissy cock clean moments after I take a piss after all. Isn’t that right? So how about you rub that pussy while imagining all of this. Remind yourself that this is your task. That’s what this pissy little slave is for right? Imagine strangers pissing over you in the shower. Or me making you worship my musky cock after a work-out. And even better if I slap your cunt while you suck me off, hit your ass or even step on you. Doesn’t that sound fun?

So don’t fucking forget. It’s your purpose to lick ass and sniff it too. It’s your purpose to lick pussy or cock clean and pleasure people with your mouth. Waiting on the floor for my call. Forced too serve us with your mouth. Clean any private parts whenever I command you, understand? Like the pissy urinal toy you are. Like the object you are.

Don’t forget your place. Don’t forget.

Forced Fantasy (1.)- Rural Hell:

Imagine living in this fantasy realm, where different species and creatures live. Where monsters terrorize people’s day to day life. Where safety is barely found outside of city walls. And even within nobody is truly safe. Imagine you are one of the people living in this fantast realm: not a rich person. Not a monster. Or fantastical magical being. Nope. Just a commoner. Just somebody living in a rural village with your friends and family. Dressed in whatever clothes you could make for yourself. With whatever pieces of cloth or leather you could acquire from the local tanner. Just somebody who works hard to survive their day to day life. It’s simple. It’s yours. But it’s not something you appreciate. Because for the longest of time you’ve desperately been trying to get away from this rural life. You want to be safe. Move away from your family. Move away from this rural shithole. Move away from local traditions. Live in the city. Escape this sexual usage. This horrible unfair life. You want to escape it all. And you’ve been trying to gather enough money over the past years. Enough money to ditch your old life and start over.

But it has not been easy. Trust me. You’ve had to wake up at 4 in the morning for plenty of days to suck off the fat cock of the old Baker. A man far older than you, who had corrupted and coaxed you into sucking his dick and swallowing his smelly cum almost every morning. “Just a little bit” he said. “You want to escape don’t you? You need to safe money don’t you? So just suck my cock and swallow my cum little one and I’ll give you some loafs of bread for free. You don’t want me to spread this information to your parents do you..” So you suck him off. Like his young innocent little whore. Swirling your tongue around his shaft. And you pleasure him. But not only him. One day he invited the Tanner and his young boys to come over and watch. Coaxing you into believing this was a one time thing you bobbed your head up and down his rod. But soon those young lads where pushing their cocks into your face and hands. Soon the Tanner had his fat cock slammed deep into your pussy. As you whimpered and begged for mercy. He didn’t give you any. And he covered your hole in cum. As did his lads. Their false and sweet promised of this being a one time thing ended up being all lies in the end. And soon you had been manipulated into being the village local little slut amongst some circles.

Your family knew. Your father didn’t care. As a matter of fact he took advantage of this plenty of times. Like that one time 5 dwarves arrived in your village. 5 broad, short and sweaty individuals. Dressed in armor, covered in dust and filth from the travels across many mountain and field. Face covered in hair, even the dwarven ladies had beards because why would they not? These dwarves came from far away to sell their goods in the bigger trading hubs and cities, but used local villages like yours to sell some of their cheaper wares for food and stay. Your father noticed they had an old copper necklace amongst their wares. Which he badly wanted to purchase, but he did not have the money for it. So instead he sold them your body for a day. And as he quickly took this necklace to the Bakers daughter (he hoped he could fuck her tight pussy raw if he gave her such rare jewelry, and he managed to do so in the end.) you were forced on your knees for this sweaty and burly company. Your face pushed into one of the sweaty and hairy pussies of the dwarven ladies. Your tits groped and bruised roughly. And your ass and pussy stuffed with fat dwarven cock. You whimpered and begged for mercy as your ass got literally stretched open violently by their hard rods. But it was to no avail. “Shhh little lassy. It’s just a little bit deeper. It’s just me who likes tight asses like yours. Nobody else. I won’t come inside. Just a little bit more Love.” One of the individual sweetly whispered in your ear, before brutally pounding your broken asshole and dumping wave after wave of hot cum inside of you. Soon your face was being pushed against the sweaty ass of an dwarven individual. Forced to rim him as you whimpered and cried. Your ass stuffed and fisted. Your pussy filled up with semen. And eventually your poor little body pissed over by the burly party. Your face covered in these strangers hair. And your ass and cunt leaking with cum. This rural live was hell. But soon it would be over. Especially when one of these individual dropped some extra coins inside your cunt. Pushing them in as their personal amusement and your extra reward. It was humiliating. Degrading. But worth it. NowZ now you finally had enough to leave. Now your poor and sore body had suffered enough. You swiftly gathered your money and belongings. Dressing yourself in some old and sweaty garbs. Secretly stinking of piss, pussy, sweat, ass and cum. But it would not matter. Because now….

Suddenly you hear loud shouts and noises outside your bedroom window. Is that the village bells ringing? You faintly smell smoke from the cracks in the wood. Is something on fire.. is.. so-

[Disclaimer. Usually I don’t really write nsfw stories in a fantasy setting. It’s not fully my thing tbh. I’ve written lot’s of erotica in the past years. And I’ve written fantasy for D&D and other projects. But never did I mix the two. But I realized I have followers, friends and other people I know that do particularly enjoy the combination of fantasy world and cnc. Fantasy world and corruption kink and so forth. Kink and d&d. So I decided to give it a go and create this little series of “short stories” in a fantasy scenario for you all to fantasize about. If this isn’t your thing that’a fair and valid! Just trying something out!]

Once I put this collar on, you belong to me though, you get that, right? You’re my property, I own you. I’ll look after you but I’ll keep you on a super short leash and you’ll be ok as long as you’re completely compliant and obedient, you’re sure you’re ok with that? You’ll be doing all the housework, you’ll wear whatever I tell you to wear and you’ll be my full time servant. If you don’t comply or you misbehave I’ll punish you and you won’t enjoy it. You’re sure? Ok, crawl over her then, kiss my boots and ask me to collar you….,

Rules of the dungeon

My Brazilian Alpha Master has made things clear.

When it will move in with his slave, sometimes next year, there won’t be such thing as a « normal couple » way of life, like this submissive being could expect.

« There will be a dungeon » he stated yesterday. And he gave a few indications on how he would restrict his slave’s freedom. Of course it is both frightening and exciting. What exactly could life be in this dungeon ? That’s what this post is trying to imagine. It is both based on a few things the Master actually said and on the few days this slave already spent at his service.

Everyday life

The slave will be limited to the dungeon for most of its time. It shall have a mattress there and a shower to clean itself. It will be allowed to enter the rest of the appartment for house chores and sexual needs of its Master. Upon his request only.

Chastity and nudity will be enforced at all time. A leather collar should be the only outfit of the slave.

Silence

The slave shall be silent at all time. It shall ask permission to speak before stating anything.

Meals

Meals will be prepared and served by the slave. It shall spend the time of Master’s eating at his feet, worshiping. It will eat its own meal after the Master, based on whatever the Master leaves in his plate. The plate will be on the floor. No cuttlery. Drinks will be either plain water or Master’s piss.

Free time and outings

The slave will leave the building only when it is useful to its Master. That would include shopping and errands for the household. The slave will be given a limited time for those. It will activate a location app on its phone, so that the Master can monitor its position at all time.

Sports will be managed indoor, at the property’s internal gym.

The slave will be allowed to visit its home country and family. However the decision relies solely on the Master good will.

House chores

All house chores will be performed by the slave. The appartment shall be perfectly clean at all time. The laundry, including ironing, should also be perfect.

The slave will take cooking lessons to improve its abilities in this matter.

Discipline

Discipline, through strong, hurtfull, whipping and caning will be enforced daily. The slave will beg its Master for it, accept all of it no matter the pain and thank its Master when its done. The Master will show no mercy. Additional sessions can be added any time upon the sole free will of the Master.

The slave should be proud of its bruises. Only blood can put a hold to a session.

Worshipping

The slave will treat its Master as a god. It shall worship him at all time. The cult goes as a priority through intensive feet licking. Of course the Master can include additional worshipping (armpits, balls, anus, …) at any time of his choice.

Sexual duties

The slave shall be ready for sexual duties 24/7. Upon the Master needs.

Toilet duties

The slave can be used as a toilet by its Master at any time.

Exposition

The Master will invite whoever he wants to, to use the slave in the dungeon. The only limit opposed to the Master and its visitors has to be the physical integrity of the slave. The slave has no right but to obey and serve whoever the Master choses.

Finance

The slave shall completely surrender the management of the household finance to its Master. The Master will make all decision regarding these. It will allocate the slave strictly the budget needed for the household expense and have solely the control over the joint bank account.

This set of rules can be adapted and complemented at any time by the sole choice of the Master

A public show for us and them

Imagine meeting up with me in Amsterdam. Visiting the Red Light district together. Checking out some kinky stores. Getting a bite to eat, or something to drink before we wander into one of those “sex show” buildings. You know the deal. We pay for entree and then get to sit in a dark-lit room, with many other strangers sitting around us as well. A couple is having sex on center stage. Some people are jerking off. And a lady is masturbating in sexy lingerie for all to see.

But that’s not what we got here for. Not really. Deep down you know that. And it shows the moment I grab you gently by the back of your head and push you in closer for a sloppy kiss. You whimper and resist. Whisper to me that you were watching the show. I shush you. You see the stern, cold and animalistic look in my face that gives you shivers down your spine. It’s the look that makes you obey. You know it does. You feel my fingers play with the back of your head as you see me slowly unzip my pants and take out my veiny fat cock.

You’ve seen it plenty of times. From tip to base. From veins to foreskin. From balls to slit. You know the taste, scent and texture more than well enough. You’ve worshipped that cock before. And deep down you know that you are about to do it all over again. Here surrounded by strangers.

“Start slow.” Is all I say softly. As I push your head down to my crotch. And aim your lips towards my tip. There is a moment of resistance. Your lips don’t open. Not because you don’t want to. You just want it to be more forceful, more intense. And I know. Oh I know. As I push your head down by force until you have to open up. And before you can really process what’s happening I have your lips fully wrapped around my shaft. And I’m holding you in place with my hand.

“Ahhhh, that feels good. The full thing baby.” I whisper softly as I continue watching the show.

And where there was resistance. Now there is obedience. I feel you obediently bobbing your head up and down my veiny shaft, so my hand switches from putting force to just gently holding onto your head/hair. I allow you to fondle my balls. I allow you to suck my cock softly. I allow you to jerk me off and carefully rub your thumb over my foreskin. Coating your hand in the precum that started to ooze out slowly.

This while I for the most part focus on the show. You hear soft groans escape my lips from time to time. You feel my cock grow harder. You taste more pre-cum and you feel my hand wander your body. From your head to your lower-back, ass and pussy. I touch you like you are mine. Because you are.

So here. In this dark place. You are being forced to help me get off. While others jerk off their cocks. I instead use my sex toy: you. I use your lips and coat them in pre-cum. I pull you back by your hair and slap your face with my hard veiny rod. Telling you to stick out your tongue as I slap it with my shaft. Thick globs of pre-cum dribbling on your tongue and landing over your face. You feel me push your nose against my balls, making you sniff my warm and hairy sack. Making you trail your tongue all over my rough skin. Before pushing your nose against the base of my dick and pulling your head up slowly. Making you sniff inch by inch. Cm by cm. As you smell the musky scent of dick, sweat and pre-cum. As you slobber and drool all over my cock. I stop your face slightly above my tip. Tightly gripping onto you so you won’t just dive in to suck my tip. Instead I force you to take a moment and smell my cock directly. Smell the musky and animalistic aroma of my cock. Smell the strong earthy scent of my cock. You feel your pussy twitch because of this act. Knowing that you are licking and sniffing my cock in fucking public. A part of you becomes extremely aware as you see a guy glance over from the corner of your eye. You try to push yourself away, but I slap your hand softly.

“No. Continue.” I instruct.

Where once I had my cock in your mouth, now suddenly you feel three of my fingers push in slowly. You feel me lean in as I play with your tongue. As I use your mouth to coat my fingers in your saliva. Heck where I’m even fucking your mouth with my fingers. “Look at all those people jerking off to the show.. look at these people fucking on stage. It’s getting me so fucking hard. And look at you. My precious little cumdump.” I say before kissing you on your forehead, while slowly taking my fingers out of your mouth. I look you in the eyes for a second, before rubbing my spit covered fingers all over your pretty face. Ruining your look. Before pushing your open mouth down on my cock in one fell slam.

Some of the people around us notice the gagging sound you make as my cock hits the back of your throat/mouth (or whatever you can take). You feel me now take full control as I just grab you by the hair/head and move your head up and down at whatever pace feels comfortable for me. Sometimes that means fast and shallow head movements. Other times deeep and slow movements. Where I push my dick in deep and you struggle to breath.

But realize I’m quite literally using your mouth as a masturbation sleeve. As a fucktoy. As I turn you into a drooly wet mess. As the gagging and slurping sounds fill up the room. And more and more strangers focus their eyes on us, instead of the actual show. Some people even come in close and jerk off while watching. Others touch your ass and back, but only after I gave them an approving nod. But when they try to get further than that I tell them off. You became the center of attention, instead of the horny bystander. As you are slobbering all over my hard cock.

And then. To make humiliating matters worse. I slowly pull you off my cock. Spit/drool in your sloppy open mouth. And then push you down. Further down than my shaft. Further down than my balls. That’s right. I’m pushing you down to rim my arse. Pushing your nose inbetween my hairy asscheeks. Making you pathetically sniff my asshole as you whimper loudly. I grope your ass and smirk in a cocky way.

“Look at you being such a needy little asswipe for Daddy. You love this don’t you. They are all looking at you. All thinking about you. You are such a good whore for me.”

I say. As I guide your face lower and instruct you to kiss and lick my musky and hairy ass. As your tongue moves all over my skin, I moan and groan loudly. My left hand jerking off my drenched cock, the right one guiding you however I want. Moving you up and down my asscheek, but also keeping you still around my asshole. Demanding you to carefully and slowly rim that sensitive edge. Treating you like my public little rimmslut. While constantly groaning and moaning in your ear.

Until. At one point. I lift you up again. Make you look at me. Dazed. Lightheaded. Face reeking of cock and ass. I smirk. “You look like a nasty little angel. Lift your top up now. Show me your tits.” You do so. Completely focused on me and my words. And ignoring the fact that many strangers have crowded around us. Then. I jerk off my cock against your chest and groan loudly, before wave after wave of hot cum pumps and pulsate out of my shaft. Covering your tits. Marking you in my cum. In my smell.

You pant and groan. Looking in amazement at the massive load of cum. Proud of what you managed to do for me. And as you stare at your own cummy chest, I kiss you on your forehead.

“You did well my little slut. Fuck. That felt great. You can pull your top down. It’s time to go home.”

You smile. It’s now that you hear the clapping around us. Many strangers stare at you in amazement. But it matters not as I safely hold your hand and drag you out of the place. You blush and you feel a rush of emotions come to you. The cold wind snapping you awake, and the sticky warmth on your tits reminding you of what happened.

I smile as I guide you safely away from there.

“You look good angel. But you do smell like cum, cock and ass. I wonder why?” I say teasingly. Before we leave the district together.

How about you be pathetic little slave and get on your fucking knees naked.

As I slap your face around. Step on your cunt. Spit in your open mouth. And treat you like filth. How about I bruise you. Humiliate you. And use you for my sadistic amusement. How about you suffer for me? And then. Then I’m going to mark you in my scents. Humiliate you in them too. First I’ll grab you by the hair and will drag your face against my heavy balls. Forcefully rubbing your face against my musky sack as I treat you like filth, and make your face smell like it too. Then I’ll rub and slap my fat cock all over your face. Smearing my pre-cum over your soft cheeks. Until you reek of needy cockslut. Which a pathetic sex slave like you should. And then. Then I grab you by the face and push you in between my hairy ass cheeks. Forcing you to smell and worship the heavy scent of my ass. You might struggle a bit. Sob. Try to plead for mercy. But you ain’t fucking getting any. I’ll force you to rim my asshole. Force you to taste my ass. And I’ll praise you for being such a pathetic ass eating little slave for Master. And then. I have to finish my cumming all over your face and the floor. Forcing you to lick up every drop that fell. Treating you like my personal little cumrag.

Get on your knees and worship me now you pathetic little bitch in heat

I’m being serious. Rub your own needy little pussy as you read this. Think about how fun and humiliating it would be if I made you press your face against my crotch. If I made you smell and sniff my crotch. Lick my ballsack. Kiss my legs and feet and bow down to me as if I was your god. Worship me. Praise me. Feel blessed and humiliated as I step on your pussy, spit in your open mouth, allow you to hump my leg and eventually forcefully fuck your ass/cunt as you groan and whimper a “thank you sir” with every fucking thrust. Are you going to be this desperate and pathetic for me little toy?

Pathetic little public slave

Imagine the following:

We meet up at your place and I tell you to strip in front of me. You whimper but obey. I tell you to stand straight, legs spread and hands behind your head. Just so I can walk around you and inspect your body inch by inch. It’s my body after-all. You are mine after-all. My fucking little slut. My personal cum deposit. My willing sex slave. My needy whore. Mine.

After a good 5-10 minutes of inspecting your body and groping you, I grab a pen/marker/sharpie and tell you stay still as I start writing on your body.

On your left tit I write: horny slut.

On your right tit I write: owned whore.

On your stomach and above your pussy I write:

Use me sir.

Cumdump.

Owned sex slave.

Fuckpig/whore.

Property of *insert my name*.

Breeding toy.

Creampie me (with an arrow pointing to your pussy).

Filthy.

Smelly.

Pathetic.

On your pussy I write: Cumdumpsters

On your upper thighs I write:

Needy attention slut.

Masters cocksleeve.

Pathetic.

And wet mess.

On your ass I write:

Use me.

Hit me.

Break me.

Fat ass.

Dump semen/piss here (with an arrow pointing to your asshole).

And then I tell you to get dressed. I tell you to get ready. Because we are going out on a date. We’ll go to the movies, visit a park, get some streetfood and generally have a fun time in public. While under your dress your body is marked like the pathetic owned slut you are. Your panties getting wetter and wetter as our date continues and I casually remind you of your place from time to time. Maybe even putting my hand on your thigh and squeezing it with a cheeky smile.

And then at the end of the day. We get an hotelroom. One with those big open windows, nice big beds and spacey bathtubs. There I tell you to undress for me and get on your fucking knees. There I’ll tell you to press your nose against my crotch and sniff the sweaty and musky scent of my cock and balls. There I ask you. “Who owns you. Who is your master?” Expecting you to obediently repeat a “you sir. You are my master, you are,” Before I slap your tongue with my cock and your face with my hands. Praising you for responding so obediently.

Just imagine how humiliating it is to he forced on your knees. Body marked up like that. And forced to suck me off, forced to sniff my smelly cock and balls. Forced to worship a mans dirtiest body parts as he praises and humiliates you for it. Forced to get addicted to his scent. Your face smelling like his personal cockwipe. Like his filthy little plaything. I might even grab you by your hair and forcefully guide you to wherever the fuck I want. Maybe even in-between my ass cheeks. Forcing your pretty little face between my hairy ass. Holding you in place and barking orders at you.

“Go on pathetic slave/slut. Sniff. Sniff that sweaty asshole. Smell it. Rim it. Kiss it. Make out with it. Worship it like your lover. And be fucking grateful I’m allowing you to do so. Understood?”

Oh how fun it is. For the outside world you are an innocent woman. A sweetheart. And here you are smelling my asshole after a date. Rimming me, worshipping me. Humiliating isn’t it?

And then. Then I would lift you up and drag you to the big open window. Push your face against the glass. Tell you to stay still. Legs spread open. Bend over.

I wonder how wet and drippy your little pussy would get. How badly would the room start to smell of desperate wet pussy? Well? What do you think? How wet is it making you now?

(More to come in part 2.)

Walking through an abandoned house with a dumb loser

Do you ever crave or fantasIze about being pissed on or is it just something you do to please your mistress?

so bare with me here. i don't like being pissed on, i really don't like drinking piss, i don't particularly like being slapped without warning, or having my hair pulled without warning. i don't especially like being fucked with toys that are just a bit too big so it hurts the whole time. i don't really like being caned until i can't sit or stop crying.

but i really, really, really like the idea of the person i'm with not caring that i don't like those things and doing them anyway. i really, really, really like making someone happy at my expense. i like being used.

so yes, i fantasise about it even if i don't like it. because i don't like it.

Lessons (hit expand to read full story)

Hank and Brody were two college roomies in their final year of college. They had been friends for years and tended to follow each other on wild adventures, mostly of the stupid straight boy kind. But this one that they were currently driving to in Brody’s car was a new one. Brody had heard of this hot woman who lived in a house by the water that taught college boys how to fuck for hours. There were legends about it all over campus, and some boys who swore that they had been through her training, despite the probability that they were most likely lying to seem cool. But somehow Brody had gotten an address and scheduled a meeting with her, and now they were on their way. Not that Brody or Hank needed lessons in fucking, no way. They both agreed that this was just hot. They had complete confidence in their sexual abilities. Brody could barely contain his excitement as the car finally pulled up to the woman’s house. Hank on the other hand was starting to feel a bit nervous. There were two big burly men sitting outside the house and they looked massive compared to the college boys. Were they guards? Who exactly was this woman? 

Hank and Brody got out of the car approached the house. 

“Hi we’re here for the lessons” said Brody, the boy’s cocky attitude finally breaking a little bit in the presence of these two men. Both men looked up at the boys. One of them introduced himself as Mr. M, a short bald bear of a man with a beard and biker jacket. The other one was Mr. K, a tall muscular man with long wavy hair that went down to his shoulders and cowboy boots. The two men checked the boy’s IDs and let them into the house.  They stepped into a bare living room with a sofa on one wall and a fireplace on the other, besides that the only other object in the room was a table near the door with two pairs of Hanes tighty whities and low cut white socks. 

“Alright boys, before Mistress Pauline comes out, we need to do some stuff. First off, all wallets and phones, etc. Out of your pockets and come to me. Don’t worry you’ll get them back” said Mr. M. 

The boys gave over what was requested, though Hank’s hand was slightly shaking. He didn’t want to give up his phone. 

“Is she really as hot as they say?” blurted out Brody with a grin. Mr. M stared at the boy and laughed a little.  “Next step is that you strip. All clothes off” said Mr. K. 

“Woah I’m sorry, but ….like in front of you guys? I don’t….that’s weird” said Hank.  “Hank, don’t be such a shit. They obviously have to check us before we go in with her, make sure we look good and shit, right? No problem with me as long as I get the pussy” 

“Brody I think I don’t want to - “ 

“Boys this isn’t a conversation. Either you follow the rules or you leave, understood?” said Mr. K. 

Brody quickly pulled off both of his sneakers, threw off his t shirt and let his jeans fall to the ground. Now standing in just his plaid boxers and long white socks, he quickly slid out of those too, until he was butt naked. Hank barely had time to blink. He had seen his friend naked before, but in this context it felt like some violation. 

“Hank get your fuckin’ clothes off!” shouted Brody. “I’m not missing this because of you” 

Hank took his sweater off, kicked off his converse and slid out of his jeans as well. He wore boxer briefs and black low cut socks. With a groan, he pulled those off too. Both boys now standing completely naked in front of the men. They both had athletic bodies, Brody being taller than Hank. Brody’s ass was rounder, but Hank’s cock was bigger. Hank had body hair, while Brody did not. And Brody’s balls tended to hang low. The men looked them up and down. 

“You showered before you came?” asked Mr. M. 

“Yes sir, just as instructed” said Brody. 

“Good boys’ smiled Mr. K in a way that made Brody shiver a little. Hank noticed that. Mr. M moved over to the table and threw the pairs of tighty whities and low cut white socks to the boys. 

“Get dressed” 

“She wants us to wear this?” asked Hank. 

“Yes, now get dressed” 

Both boys put on the tighty whities and low cut white socks. Hank was relieved to not be completely naked anymore, though his large cock was now squished to the side in the briefs. Brody couldn’t remember the last time he wore briefs and they made him feel slightly vulnerable and boy-ish. Mr. K gathered up their old clothes and possessions, taking them away into another room, his cowboy boots smacking against the wooden floors of the house.  “Okay now stand next to each other facing the sofa. Hands held behind your backs, chests out, legs spread a little wide”

The boys did as they were told. 

“All good” said Mr. M. “I’ll go get Mistress Pauline” 

For a moment that seemed to stretch forever, the boys were left alone in the room. Standing in their new tighty whities and white socks, hands behind them, legs wide….they didn’t say a word. Their hearts were beating out of their chests in anticipation. Brody had a boner that was already stretching against the fabric of the briefs. Hank suddenly felt cold in the room and desperately wished to get dressed again, the briefs seemingly becoming more uncomfortable for his big cock by the moment.  And then….high heels on the wooden floor. Mistress Pauline stepped into the room. A woman of forty, with black hair, a firm body and dressed in a red bra/panties/heels. Hank suddenly relaxed a little, knowing now that there was actually a real woman that they were meeting. Brody had a huge smile on his face. Mistress Pauline sat on the sofa in front of the two boys. Mr. M and Mr. K reappeared standing nearby. 

“Well well, hello boys” said the Mistress.  “Hello Mistress Pauline” both boys responded. 

“I like what I see. So you’re here for a lesson with me, huh? Good. Now let’s get some questions out of the way and then we’ll take you into my bedroom. Ok?” 

“Fuck yes!” shouted Brody. 

Mistress Pauline slowly got up from the sofa and moved to Brody, she reached down and began to slowly massage Brody’s boner through the briefs, even cupping the boy’s balls too. Brody’s breath grew sharp as the woman’s touch made him get even harder. 

“Yeah baby, you like touching that?” asked Brody. 

“Silence. You don’t speak unless spoken to, understood?” 

“Yes miss” 

“What’s your name? Age?”  “Ummmm” 

“Ummm?’ 

“Sorry I’m just…..you caressing me down there is really….” 

“I don’t care if your cock is distracting, I”m not gonna stop touching it. So you better answer me” 

“I’m Brody. I’m 20″ Brody managed to get out, a slight moan coming out of his mouth. His hands, still clasped behind him, shaking from the urge to touch her. Hank watched as the Mistress continued interrogating Brody, never taking her hand off Brody’s crotch. He found himself suddenly getting turned on, his face getting flushed with anticipation. This would be fun or at least a hell of a story to tell! His cock was starting to throb in the briefs, pushing the fabric forward. Suddenly his chin was grabbed and his head pulled away from gazing at Brody/Mistress Pauline. 

“Face forward, boy.” said Mr. M, releasing the boy’s face. Hank nodded and stared forward at the wall in front of him as Brody’s interrogation went on. 

“I probably….ugh….jerk off twice a day. I think I’ve fucked five girls by now. I like breasts the most. Oh fuck I think pre-cum is coming out of me. I ugh I think the hottest part of me is my abs. And I prefer boxers because they let me feel free. My hottest memory of fucking is when this girl swalloweed……ughhhhhhh fuck. When this girl swallowed my load while she…..”  

“Finish the story” said Mistress Paulline as she continued stroking the boy through the briefs. 

“When this girl swallowed my load while she blew me in the school parking lot and I called her a whore as she did it” 

Mistress Pauline let go of Brody’s cock and Brody let out a “UGH!”, his hard cock suddenly left to just sit there as pre-cum stained the briefs. It drove Brody wild in frustration, sweat pouring down his face. Brody couldn’t take it, he reached for his cock and went to go stroke it. 

“Mr. K please ensure that this boy doesn’t touch his cock” 

Brody’s hands were quickly bound by rope and the boy whimpered, staring down at his cock. Mistress Pauline turned to Hank and Hank felt his mouth watering. 

“Well we have a big boy down here” said Mistress Pauline as she began to slowly caress Hank’s large cock that stretched out onto his hip in the briefs. 

“Thank you Mistress” 

“Silence” Mistress Pauline began her questioning, continuing to tease Hank’s cock. Hank answered more directly than Brody, taking a deep breath to calm himself as his cock twitched from her touch and his balls grew tight. 

“I’m Hank. I”m 19. I jerk off three times a week.  I’ve fucked two girls by now. I like a woman’s legs the most. I think the hottest part of me is my cock. I prefer boxer briefs because they hold everything together, but give me some room. My hottest memory of sex is when I came on this girl’s tits” 

Mistress Pauline didn’t let go of Hank’s cock after the questions though, she kept caressing and caressing, until Hank was shaking. And then she let go. 

“Please bound his hands” 

Hank’s hands were tied behind him as well. Both boys sweating, their cocks still rock hard  in the briefs and begging to be fully milked. Their breath heavy. Their legs shaking. Mistress Pauline sat back down on the sofa. 

“Well…that was very enlightening and it let me learn who we’re dealing with. Which one do you want Mr. M?” 

“I want Hank” 

“Whaat?” said Hank. 

“Well that leaves Brody to you, Mr. K” 

“I’m fine with that’ smiled Mr. K. 

“Woah woah what the fuck is going on?” cried Brody. In his confusion, he was suddenly trying to undo the ropes on his wrists and found that they tightened the more he struggled. Hank stared at the two men in the room and suddenly felt panic fill him too. Something was suddenly very wrong. They had gone from feeling a ton of pleasure and anticipation to something…..terrifying.  “Boys, let me explain. So you came here because you heard that I teach you how to fuck for hours on end, yes? And you assumed that I’d be teaching you to fuck me. Well, I’m sorry, but that’s not the case. You see, I teach naughty straight boys like you how to please….men. And In fact tonight, my good friends Mr. M and Mr. K, have been looking for some new personal sex slaves. So we’re going to not only teach you how to please men, but how to be good slaves for your new owners” 

“FUCK YOU!” snapped Brody. 

“This is ridiculous, this is crazy! What the fuck?!” cried Hank. Hank ran for the door only to be pulled back by his hair by Mr. M. 

Brody was already struggling in the arms of Mr. K. The man hand gagging Brody. Hank was soon hand gagged as well, as the two boys were led into a bedroom. 

“Just think boys” said Mistress Pauline as the men forced chloroform rags to both Hank and Brody, causing the boys to pass out.  “What fun we will have disciplining you”

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Hank woke up hogtied on a fur carpet, still dressed in tighty whities and low cut white socks. His mouth was filled with a cloth gag, tied tight at the back of his head. He struggled on the floor, his big cock rubbing against the carpet and getting hard again, despite him feeling anything but turned on. He looked around the room, as he struggled and saw Mr. M sitting nearby, his big bear belly sticking out of his t shirt/leather jacket ensemble. Mr. M smiled down at the boy through his beard, and cupped his own crotch, Hank could see the man’s boner pressing against his denim jeans. 

“AHHH!” 

Hank could hear a cry from another room next to them, followed by what sounded like ….the crack of a whip?! Wait, where was Brody? Was that Brody? 

“Ah you’re awake, good. Yeah you hear those cries big boy? Your friend Brody was fighting us a lot, so Mr. K thought he needed a nice whipping. They’ve been going on for a while now. Mistress Pauline will join us once they take a break, she likes to watch” 

“MMMPHPPH!” cried Hank, struggling more wildly now, continuing to hear Brody whipped from the other room. 

“Unlike Mr. K, who cannot stand struggling. I like it. I like that you struggle and moan into that gag, it turns me on. How’s the hogtie? Is it tight? I made sure to tie you really tight” 

Indeed it was a tight hogtie, with Hank’s wrists pulled back towards his ankles by rope, forcing his shoulders back. His ankles were tied together and had a rope secured all the way to a collar (holy shit he had a leather collar on his neck?!) on him, so that his feet were pulled almost towards his head. In realizing this, his body seemed suddenly to wake up and all of Hank felt like it was on fire with pain. 

“Yeah it’s painful, right? Good. You deserve that, you naughty teenage slut. You know, I have to wait for Mistress Pauline to really start your training. But I can’t quite resist a little taste of you before that” 

Mr. M got down on the floor besides the hogtied Hank and grabbed the boy’s ankles, Hank’s white socked feet flapping in the air. 

“Your feet look so beautiful in white socks, my slave” 

“MMMMPHH!!” 

Mr. M ran a finger down one of Hank’s soles, playing with the sock fabric as the foot continued to wiggle wildly in the air. Mr. M suddenly grabbed the foot firmly like it was a wild tiny beast, to restrain it, and took a big sniff of Hank’s socks. The man gave a big sigh at the smell. And then he moved to the other foot and did the same thing, continuing to smell Hank’s socked feet….and then to Hank’s horror, the man began mouthing Hank’s feet. Sticking the socked toes into his mouth and moaning. Hank screamed into his gag, but he could barely move. And then the tickling began, Mr. M’s hands slowly caressing each socked foot slowly and then with increasing speed, until the boy was being fully tickled. Hank couldn’t stand to be tickled and bucked wildly, which only encouraged Mr. M further.  

“Mr. M!” said Mistress Pauline as she opened the door to the bedroom. “You know the rules, I get the boys here, I get to watch and oversee their training. You started without me” 

Mr. M scurried back to his chair, breathing heavily. Pre-cum staining his jeans. 

“I”m sorry Mistress Pauline. I couldn’t resist any longer” 

“Hi Hank” said Mistress Pauline as she pulled the boy’s head back by the hair.  “MMMMPH!!” 

“I know, it’s all very overwhelming. Mr. M where should we begin with this boy?” 

“I want that big cock of his milked. I’m gonna milk him every morning, so he should get used to that. Teenage slut!” Mr. M spat and the spit landed right in Hank’s face, dripping down. Mistress Pauline rolled Hank over onto his back, causing Hank to groan, his arms getting squished by the rest of his hogtied body, his head barely able to lay flat due to the collar. His cock was still too big for the briefs he’d been dressed in, and struggling on his stomach had caused his cock head to peak out of one of the brief’s leg holes. Mistress Pauline leaned down and kissed it, pushing it back into the briefs. 

“Aww it’s gotten a bit soft since I last saw it” said Mistress Pauline. “Can I start him off, Mr. M?”

“Yes, I want him teased by a woman, only to have that taken away and replaced by me” said Mr. M, still breathing hard and starting to cup his crotch. Hank stared up at the man, his sight upside down due to the position of his head and pleaded through his gag, but it was nothing but “MMMMPH!!” 

Mistress Pauline’s hands caressed Hank’s chest, moving through his chest hair and then squeezed both of his nipples. Hank cried out in pain. Mistress Pauline then began to suck one of his nipples, her tongue rolling around it. Fuck, how did she know that his nipples were almost hot wired to his cock?! He was indeed getting hard. Suddenly Mr. M came forward and began sucking Hank’s other nipple!!!! GET OFF ME YOU FUCK!, Hank tried to scream. Both the Mistress and Mr. M were now caressing his cock and balls through the briefs too, two mouths on his nipples, two hands on his crotch. Hank couldn’t believe it. Eventually Mistress Pauline sat in the chair that Mr. M had been in and began to watch as Mr. M took full control, doing a long lick of Hank’s abs. 

“I have a special new toy to put on you” said Mr. M as he brought out a cock ring. Hank shook his head wildly, but Mr. M reached into the briefs, took hold of the boy’s massive cock and fitted it with the cock ring. “That will ensure that you stay hard for me, slut” 

Mr. M reached into the briefs fly and took out Hank’s cock, began stroking it. Hank shut his eyes tight. This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening! He is not being jerked off by a man! FUCK! Mr. M’s thick hand moved up and down the boy’s cock slowly, squeezing it at the head. 

“OPEN YOUR EYES!” snapped Mistress Pauline. Hank did as he was told, catching sight of Mistress Pauline rubbing her pussy while watching Mr. M. 

“Such a big cock for a teenager. At nineteen, you should be able to provide me so much yummy cum. This is your duty. To please me, boy” said Mr. M, increasing his strokes. 

“PLEASE STOP!” cried Hank. 

“You like this, slut. I can feel you getting harder” said Mr. M, increasing his strokes. And indeed, Hank was getting harder and did feel an orgasm coming on. He would not cum for these two psychos, he wouldn’t do it. He would not! Damn Brody for getting him into this! DAMN THAT STUPID JOCK! 

“UGHHHH!” Suddenly to Hank’s surprise, he came in a full burst. Mr. M quickly sucked the boy’s cock, enveloping it in his warm mouth and making the boy cum more. He shot down the man’s throat as Mr. M’s tongue continued to circle Hank’s cock head. Hank screaming into the gag from the force of the orgasm. Mr. M continued to suck the boy even after all the cum was gone, causing Hank to squirm….his big cock so sensitive. 

Mistress Pauline got down from the chair and petted Hank’s head. 

“Ugh that tasted amazing. I want more” said Mr. M. 

Hank shook his head, he couldn’t imagine producing more cum after that. He was spent. 

“You don’t refuse your owner, Hank” said Mistress Pauline as she wagged a finger in Hank’s face. “Bad boy” 

Hank whimpered as Mr. M began stroking him again….

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“Have you had enough, my pet?” asked Mr. K. 

Drool dripped from Brody’s lips onto his abs. His arms were pulled high above him, pushing him onto his tip toes, his wrists in thick padded leather cuffs. His body was still clad in tighty whities and low cut white socks. His mouth was gagged with a large red ball gag. His ankles were set in a metal spreader bar, forcing his legs wide. Sweat dripped down from his body and his back was now bright red from the large black whip that Mr. K still held in his hands. He’d been like this ever since he’d woken up from the chloroform, and for what seemed like forever….he had been whipped by Mr. K with Mistress Pauline watching. 

“Just…stop…I’ll be ….good” said Brody through the ball gag. At this point, he didn’t care. He didn’t care what happened as long as that whip didn’t come down on him again. 

“Good pet” said Mr. K. 

Brody was lowered onto the ground, his cuffs released from the chains in the ceiling and the spreader bar taken from his ankles. Brody curled into a fetal position, as Mr. K put padded leather cuffs on the boy’s ankles. 

“To match the pretty ones on your wrists, pet. Now on all fours” 

Brody obeyed, though his body felt like it was sore all over. Mr. K took a seat in front of the boy. 

“MMMMMPPH!” sounded from the room next door. Hank. It must be Hank. God, if they did this to me, what were they doing to Hank? Brody felt so much shame in having brought his friend into this. But how was he to know?! He had just wanted pussy and now he didn’t know if he’d ever have pussy again. Or freedom. Or anything but….his owner….

Mr. K undid the gag and Brody spat out so much spit onto the floor. Mr. K suddenly grabbed the jock by his hair and pulled his head back. 

“If your mouth becomes unruly, this gag goes back in, understood?” 

“Yeah…”

Mr. K slapped Brody hard. 

“Yes, sir” 

“Yes, sir” repeated Brody. 

“Good, now lick my boots” said Mr. K, presenting his cowboy boots forward. Brody felt humiliation rise up from his gut, but he leaned down and began to place small licks on the man’s cowboy boots from the tip to the top of them. It tasted like leather. 

“Longer licks, my pet. One long lick from bottom to top. And look at me when you do it” 

Brody whimpered, but did as he was told. One long lick, over and over again, keeping eye contact with Mr. K. 

“And arch your back, I want that big muscled ass of yours in the air” 

Brody made the correction, lifting his ass in air, despite being even more humiliated by the action. If I ever got out of this, I will beat the shit out of you, thought Brody. Mr. K took off one of his boots and stuck his socked foot between Brody’s legs, moving it back and forth against Brody’s low hanging balls in the briefs. Brody stopped licking.  “As Mistress Pauline said, just because we play with your crotch doesn’t give you the excuse to neglect your duties. Keep licking!” 

Brody kept licking the other boot as Mr. K continued sliding his foot against the boy’s balls, back and forth. Back and forth. Brody couldn’t believe it, but despite this bastard being the one doing it, the movement was driving him mad with desire. He could feel his cock betraying him, the movement of Mr. K’s foot against his crotch causing him to get hard. Damn body. Don’t you get hard for this sick freak! 

“That’s enough, now… put your head here” Mr. K opened his legs wide and patted his crotch. 

Brody snapped and ran for the door, pushing his tired body to move as quick as it could. The white socks that he was dressed in though skidded across the slick floor and he fell, mere inches from the door. 

“HELP! PLEASE HELP US!” screamed Brody. 

“Oh Brody, just when I thought we were getting somewhere” sighed Mr. K, as he put his other boot back on. “I think Mistress Pauline is busy overseeing your buddy’s training, but she trusts me a bit more to do what needs to be done. We don’t have to wait for her’ 

Mr. K slowly walked across the room towards the 20 year old, his cowboy boots echoing on the floor as Brody reached for the door in a panic. His hand was quickly put down by one of Mr. K’s boots stepping on it. Brody cringed. 

“It’s okay, my pet, we just gotta get you a bit more secured” 

“No no no, please!” 

“I can’t trust you like I thought…”

Mr. K descended on the boy and tied both of Brody’s wrist cuffs together with rope, tying the boy’s hands behind him. The man then used rope on Brody’s ankle cuffs, pulling the boy’s socked feet together. Brody struggled on the floor like a wiggling worm, still in clad in tight whities that cupped his ass beautifully and low cut white socks that looked puffy and sweaty on his big feet. Mr. K grabbed the boy by the ankles and dragged him back towards the center of the room. He then scooped the boy up into his arms and sat back down in his chair. Brody sobbed in frustration. The straight boy couldn’t believe he was letting this man see him cry, but he couldn’t help it. Mr. K wiped away the boy’s tears and lifted up a new gag with a rubber ring in the middle of it. 

“No please please….”

“Shhh you have to be gagged now…you’ve lost speaking privileges…and this will help with the training that I wanted to begin, before you became so restless. Now open up” 

Mr. K squeezed the boy’s balls forcing Brody to open his mouth, as the O ring gag was placed in and secured tight behind his head. Now the boy could no longer close his mouth. Mr. K threw Brody onto his stomach, over the man’s knees and began caressing Brody’s muscular ass, created from the boy’s many squats at the college gym. 

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Mr. K breathed heavy (hugely turned on) as he watched Brody cry out from the spanks. The boy’s socked feet kicking back and forth in the air, his head pulled tight back by Mr. K’s other hand holding a fistful of Brody’s hair. The boy’s tongue stuck out of the O ring gag with each cry. Mr. K slipped his hand beneath the waistband of the briefs and felt Brody’s ass, hot from the spankings, his hand moving towards Brody’s anus. NOT MY ASS! NOT MY ASS! the boy screamed through the gag. 

“I will have this ass, and there is nothing you can do about it” whispered Mr. K into the jock’s ear before pushing him onto the floor. Mr. K undid his jeans and brought out his own cock, now rock hard from all the discipline he’d been giving out. It was a miracle he hadn’t cum in his pants while whipping the boy earlier. He took Brody by the head and forced the struggling boy’s mouth onto the cock. Mr. K stood up, his jeans falling to his ankles, and began face fucking Brody. Tied up on hands and knees, and with the man’s huge hands gripping his face and an O ring gag keeping his mouth open, Brody could do little but gag on the cock. 

“Don’t struggle, my pet! Stop struggling or I’ll get the whip again. Take the cock! Take it all the way down. Yeah keep gagging on it, slut. You will serve this cock every day from now on. You love my cock, boy?! YOU LOVE MY COCK?!” 

Mr. K pulled his cock out of the boy’s mouth. 

“Say you love my cock!” 

Brody was so stunned that he couldn’t do anything. He was slapped in the face by Mr. K’s cock and then it was shoved down his throat again, the boy’s nose buried in Mr. K’s pubic hair, the man’s balls bouncing on the college boy’s chin. 

“So warm, so tight! Ugh you’re gonna make me cum! You ready?! YOU FUCKIN’ READY?! GONNA CUM IN THAT COLLEGE JOCK MOUTH!”

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Hank had passed out at some point after being endlessly milked (or at least that’s what it felt like to the nineteen year old). When he woke back up again he was tied spread eagle to a bed, on his stomach and the tighty whities were gone. The only piece of clothing still on him being the low cut white socks. A blindfold had been placed over his eyes and……oh holy shit….that fucker had placed a butt plug in his ass! WHAT THE FUCK?! 

“Take it out! Oh my god it’s huge, please take it out!” cried Hank. 

“Shhh be a good boy and lick” Mistress Pauline suddenly sat in front of Hank’s face without panties on and shoved his face into her pussy. She humped the boy’s face with her pussy as Mr. M quickly took out the butt plug. Usually a woman shoving her pussy in his face would’ve made Hank wild, but he pulled at his restraints on the bed fearing what would come next. His ass felt loose and open without the butt plug. Mr. M spanked him hard. 

“LICK HER, boy! Or I will put a clamp on your cock head” 

Hank obeyed and began to lick Mistress Pauline’s pussy, his big cock becoming instantly hard at the taste of it that he had longed for hours ago….you know, before he had been made into a sex slave for a man. 

“Come here, Brody”

“MMMPH!”

“BRODY!” screamed Hank, pushing his head up out of Mistress Pauline’s crotch, but the blindfold blocked any view of his friend and the woman pushed his head back down. 

“It’s okay, my pet. Come here, we’ll get you set up” said Mr. K, leading Brody in on a leash. The boy’s head was covered with a rubber hood, with an opening for the mouth, Brody’s mouth still held open by an O ring gag. His arms still tied behind him, but his ankles were free. His briefs were off as well, with a vibrating cock ring placed at the base of his cock, making it hard. Brody’s only clothing, just like Hank were the low cut white socks. 

“Lay down over your friend” 

Hank’s panic rose….no, no they weren’t going to…..they couldn’t be that sick…. “I can’t wait to watch this” said Mistress Pauline continuing to hold Hank’s head to her pussy. 

Mr. M and Mr. K forced Brody to lay down over his friend and then, placed Brody’s cock right into Hank’s asshole. 

“Fuck him, Brody’

To Hank’s horror, Brody did begin to pump into Hank, fucking his college buddy with fury. 

“You see Hank, Brody’s mind is now broken. He’s a good boy and you will be too after this”

Mr. K grabbed Brody’s ass and entered the boy. Mr. M stood in front of Brody and began face fucking him. 

So, it was a sight. Hank tied spread eagle with Mistress Pauline fucking his face. Brody fucking Hank’s ass, Mr. K fucking Brody at the same time and Mr. M pumping into Brody’s mouth…at the same time. 

And then it switched. Hank being fucked by Mr. M, the man’s massive beer belly crushing him.  Mistress Pauline whipping Hank’s socked feet with a riding crop, while nearby Mr. K sucked Hank’s ass as the boy obediently stayed on hands and knees.  And then it switched again. Mr. K fucking Hank’s mouth with the aid of another O ring gag. Mistress Pauline fucking Brody’s cock with her pussy. And Mr. M licking Hank’s hole. 

And then it switched again and again and again….different positions, ties, partners, until one couldn’t tell whose body part was which. 

———————–

“Thank you Mistress Pauline” said Mr. K. “you really got two great ones this time, we really appreciate it and especially appreciate the help in training” 

“We really appreciate it” said Mr. M. The three of them were standing on Mistress Pauline’s porch, all dressed again after what could only be described as an all out orgy. 

“Well I’m glad we have now put these straight boys to good use. I hope you two are happy with your boys” said Mistrees Pauline before waving goodbye and closing her door. 

In the back seat of Mr. M’s truck lay Hank, bathed after the orgy, and placed in a new pair of briefs and white socks, this time with socks that went up to the boy’s thighs. And briefs that were even tighter on his massive cock. He was hogtied again and ball gagged. 

In the back seat of Mr. K’s chevy lay Brody, bathed after the orgy and secured in a rubber sleep sack up to his neck. His mouth gagged with a panel gag. Inside the sleep sack a new pair of briefs and white socks adorned his body. 

And as the men got into their respective cars and began to drive off, both boys snapped out of whatever slave mind they had developed at that point, and tried one last struggle. 

Mr. M smiled at Hank struggling and reached back to tickle the boy’s socked feet with his free hand. 

M. K reached back and petted Brody’s head like he was calming a dog. 

And the two boys lay there in the back seat of their new owner’s cars, moaning into their gags, as they were taken to their new homes. 

What I Want

I want to cuckold you. I want to see you on your knees with your pathetic little dick throbbing between your legs as you watch another man’s cock fill my pussy. I want to see the lust in your eyes as you watch someone else satisfy me.

I want to tell you that you’re pathetic, that you’re not a real man, that you’re not even close to being a real man. I want to watch you wrap your fingers around your cock as those words leave my lips and I want to slap you across the face and scold you for masturbating without my permission.

I want him to pull out of my pussy so I can stroke him and cover my fingers in my pussy juices and his precum. I want him to slide back inside me as I stuff my fingers in your mouth and fuck your face like you’re nothing more than a whore to be used for my pleasure. I want to make you gag as he fucks me like I deserve to be fucked.

I want you to lay your head on my stomach and watch him fuck my tight cunt. I want you to hear the sounds of his big cock stretching out my tight little pussy.

I want you to open your mouth so he can pull out and fuck your face with his long, thick, slippery cock. I want you to gag on it like the bitch that you are. I want you to taste my pussy as he fucks your mouth. I want you to do it all without complaining.

I want you to guide his cock back inside me. I want you to beg him to cum in your wife’s pussy. I want you to beg him to flood my cunt with his thick, creamy, salty seed. I want you to be a good little cuckold bitch.

I want you to watch him bury his cock inside me. I want you to see the base of his shaft pulse as he injects his cum into my pussy. I want you to open your mouth and suck him clean when he pulls out. I want you to slobber all over his dick as you suck that slick cum off of it.

I want you to ask him permission to clean his cum from my pussy. I want you to beg for it. I want you to convince him that you’re a good little cuckold that can’t wait to lick up every drop of a real man’s cum. I want you to do whatever it takes to get him to give you permission to be a nasty little cum eating cuckold.

I want you to clean his load out of my pussy when he gives you permission. I want you to lick it up and swallow every drop. I want you to act like a filthy cum whore because that’s what you are.

I want you to beg for permission to have an orgasm of your own. I want you to humiliate yourself as you beg. I want to deny you that permission. I want you to whine like a little bitch. I want to slap you across the face and tell you that a cuckold doesn’t deserve to cum.

I want you to suck his cock until he’s hard enough to fuck me again. Then I want it all to start over.

Will you let me do what I want?

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