I was ordered to the center of the barn, where I was surrounded by the guys.
All of them began running their hands all around my body.
A couple of them took my hands and placed them onto their cocks.
As I held them in my hand I could feel the heat they generated.
I began stroking those hard young cocks, and feeling the pre-cum leaking from their tips.
Seconds later I was pushed to my knees, as one after another they ran their cocks between my lips.
I was glorying in the feel and taste of these young men’s cocks.
I felt like I was the person in the world who knew such joy, as I was being used for the pleasure of others.
PART 4
After the first taste of each of the guy’s rock hard cocks, there was a round of high fives each of the guys gave each other.
There followed a series of taunts aimed in my direction.
“Man can this slut suck cock, and I bet he loves to get his tight little ass filled with the meat of a real man.”
Another spoke up and told the others that they should make me work for the privilege of being bred by them.
From another, “Let’s see how far down his throat he can take a cock.”
Still another said, “Did you see his bottom?
He has stripes from a whipping or a paddling, I bet he loves getting his bottom abused.
Shall we find out?” Another said.
With that the guys moved their circle outward, while my face was pushed into the hay littering the floor of the barn.
One of the guys straddled my back, and began to spank my bottom bare handed.
Alternating the hits from one cheek to the other, he pummeled my backside.
The guy straddling my back, clamped his legs around my middle, while telling the others to step up, and take their turn.
The second guy moved inward, and drew back his hand, only to deliver a hit that might kill a mosquito, that is if it stayed still long enough.
Instantly the rest of the guys began chiding him for not putting any effort into his swing.
This taunting had the desired effect, his next hit rattled my teeth.
Now he was into the swing of things.
His hand flew across my bottom, in an ever increasing series of impacts.
If I didn’t have someone holding me in place, I would be twisting on the ground while attempting to avoid the blows.
As it was, I was subject to a torrent of blows upon my bottom.
The guy sitting upon my back, pressed me flat onto the floor, while keeping me in place.
As I turned my head to see what was going on, I saw one guys remove the belt from his pants.
Seconds later, the whistle of displaced air as the belt found its way to my bottom.
I shrieked from the sting of the impact, as the belt repeated it’s exploration of my cheeks.
Over and over the blows came.
After a few hits, the belt was passed over to another of the guys.
As each had their turn, my bottom was beginning to burn hotter and hotter.
As quickly as this began, is as quickly as it ended.
Pulled up from the ground, I was led over to a double high bale of hay sitting in the middle of the room.
Pushed face down across the bale, my arms and leg were secured to the ground through tie-down points on the floor.
One of the guys stood in front of my face, and drove his penis deep into my throat.
This caused me to begin gagging and drooling saliva in copious amounts.
Back and forth, his penis stabbed at the back of my throat, until it made it’s way deeper and deeper into my throat.
While I was trying to deep throat the penis in front of me, someone was spreading my bottom open while applying lube to my little ring.
One of the guys lined up and began to probe around my bottom looking for the way in.
With a single thrust, the guy speared my bottom.
Even with the penis in my mouth, a howl flew from within.
Bound as I was, I could only twist around to a limited degree.
Struggle as I may, the assault upon my bottom continued.
In only moments I felt the guys behind me stiffen up as he filled my bottom with his seed.
It was time for musical holes, as the guy behind fell away, another took his place.
The same thing happened with the one fucking my throat.
One after another they plowed my bottom, and drove their cocks down my throat.
The guy with the largest penis was now in front of me, and forcing my mouth wide, wider than I thought possible.
When at last, the guy in front of me moved around to my bottom, I was certain that I would be ripped apart as he drove that monster into my bottom.
I was thankful he was the last in line, my bottom had been opened a bit in preparation for the grand finale.
Taking his time, he moved just the head past the little ring, before withdrawing.
Repeating this four or five times, before he began to push in earnest.
There was no way that monster was going to fit, even if he managed to get it in, I felt I would be crippled for life.
At that moment, my bottom opened up, and in he went.
Oh my God, he felt huge.
Each time he pulled back, my little ring pulled out along with his penis.
The friction, even while lubed, was powerful.
I don’t know if there was such a thing as an anal orgasm, but I think that was what was occurring.
Without touching my penis I felt myself beginning to reach orgasm,
seconds later I climaxed.
The cum poured out from my soul, and onto the loose hay below.
With my climax, the little ring in my bottom tightened, and milked the monster penis invading my bottom.
In a flash, the guys behind filled my bottom to its total volume, with half of it oozing out from between his penis and my bottom.
In the background, I heard voice number two say,
“OK guys, time to get dressed and go on your way.
I hope you all had fun, and remember this day for as long as you live, since you aren’t likely going to have a repeat.
Now I don’t think it needs to be said that what happened here today will stay quiet, and between yourselves and never be spoken of outside this little group.
Remember, we know who you are, and if you don’t want your friends and family to learn what you did, it would be advisable to keep your mouths shut.” He told them.
As the guys dressed and exited the barn, I was kept bound to the bales of hay.
Behind me, voice number one spoke up.
“We saw that you came as that monster penis was plowing your bottom.
You know the rules, you were not allowed to cum until we told you to.
As your punishment, we have decided to go easy on you, due to the fact that it happened without you or anyone touching your pathetic little penis.
As he was talking, the other one lined up, and rammed his penis into my bottom, while the other followed suite in my throat.
For the next ten minutes, my face and bottom were pummeled.
Until at last, both guys added to the deposits left by the guys minutes earlier.
As the guys fell away satisfied, I lay there trying to absorb all that just transpired.
In my revere, I was shocked as someone turned on a hose, spraying my body with icy water.
The pressure of water was first aimed at my bottom, followed by the rest of my body, washing away the grime I had accumulated over the last couple of hours.
So cold was the water, I began shivering uncontrollably.
As the water was shut off, I was untied and helped to my feet.
I was so worn out, that the guys had to help hold me up.
A couple of towels were brought over by the guys, while they dried me off.
“You did well, little slut.
You took everything they did to you in stride, and triumphed over their using you as their toy.” They said in unison.
Once dry, the leash was reattached to my collar, and I was led out of the barn and back towards the house.
Once inside, we entered the kitchen, and I was told to fix lunch for the guys and myself.
Rummaging through the fridge, I found some sliced turkey and ham.
Retrieving a package of Rye bread, I made us some sandwiches, out of the ham and turkey.
Adding Mayo, lettuce, tomatoes, and thin slices of pickles, while spicing it all up with a touch of yellow mustard, and a trick I learned long ago, a tiny bit of black pepper.
Just enough pepper to add to the taste, yet not enough to even identify what the added spice was, or overpower the other ingredients, along with potato chips on the side.
Placing the plates in front of the guys, I took my place at their feet as we began our repast.
“Slut, this is a damn good sandwich, we might just have to keep you, if this is how well you treat us.”
Voice number two told me.
After finishing our lunch, I was cleaning up my mess, when I was told to finish what I was doing.
As soon as I was finished, I was led back to the basement, and returned to my cage.
Once inside, they told me to catch some rest.
They told me they were going out for a bit, and if I was a good boy there would be a treat in store for me.
As they left the room, they shut off the light, and left.
I knew that if an emergence should arise, the lock on the cage was nothing more than symbolic, and that it would snap at the lightest twist.
Curling up, I closed my eyes and drifted of into an afternoon nap.
I didn’t think I had slept, but I suddenly found that I was not alone, when a voice began talking to me.
The odd thing was, it wasn’t a male voice, it was that of a woman.
Opening my eyes, I saw before me a stunning red headed woman sitting in a chair not ten feet in front of me.
“Well, well, what do we have here?
I swear, I can’t leave the boys alone without them getting into trouble.
What’s your name?
How long have you been here?
And most important, are you here of your own free will?” She asked me.
“Miss, my name is Slut, or at least it is when I am here.
I have been here since last night, and yes, I am here of my own free will.” I told her.
“How did you come to be here? Was her next question.
“Miss, I have always wanted to explore my submissive side.
After living a life of playing it safe, I confided to a friend my secret desire to be treated like a piece of property, and used as a toy for the pleasure of others.
After telling my friend these secrets, he made the arrangements, and well, here I am.
My captors have done nothing to cause me harm, or mistreated me, at least not beyond my own desires or wishes.” I told her.
“I see, have you enjoyed yourself, while here?” She asked.
“Miss, at first, I was afraid that I had gotten in over my head.
However, the person who made the arrangements is someone I trusted and he vouched for them.
As it is, I have gotten past my fears, and found within myself the truth that I was, and am a submissive.
I spent my life being afraid of taking chances, and exploring my submissive side and desires.
Since I have been here, those fears have melted away, and I am reveling in my service to others.” I told her.
Before I could add anything further, the door to the basement swung open, and the guys entered.
“Hello Margo, it’s good to see you, we’re glad you could make it.
I told you we would have a surprise for you, what do you think?” Voice number one asked.
“Well, I am delighted that you guys thought of me.
I would be very cross with the two of you if you left me out of this latest adventure of yours.
Would you care to allow him out of his cage?
I would like to inspect the merchandise.
He looks like sturdy stock, but it’s hard to tell from this angle.” She laughed.
As the door was opened, I was told to stand in front of Miss Margo.
Margo asked the guys for the key to my chastity cage.
Taking the key, she unlocked the cage, and pulled my penis and balls through the ring that held it all together.
Telling the guys to bring her a basin of water, soap and a washcloth, she waited for the items to arrive.
Once in her hands, she proceeded to soap up and wash my penis, balls, and after turning me around my bottom.
“Slut, have you cum in the last couple of days? She inquired.
“Yes miss, I have, however it wasn’t of my own volition.
You see I was being fucked by a group of five young guys, and the last guy had a penis the size of a coke can, at least that was what it felt like.
Anyways, as he was pounding my bottom, I came without touching myself, or anybody else playing with my penis.” I confessed.
“Well I don’t see that as a problem, after all you were under extreme usage, and that is a natural reaction.” She told me.
While Margo was talking to me, she had her hand on my penis, and was manipulating it, and my balls.
Needless to say, this had my cock rock hard and throbbing.
As it began to drip pre-cum, she let go of my penis, allowing me to calm down a bit.
As she stood up from her chair, she began to undress.
For the first time I had the opportunity to get a good look at her body.
She stood about five foot tall, and at best one hundred pounds.
Her hair was that of a natural redhead.
Her skin was pale, to the degree of almost being pure white.
There was a smattering of freckles around her nose and chest.
Her breasts were tiny, if I had to guess they were at best an “A” cup, but her nipples stood out far from her chest.
The hair around her pussy was absent, her slit was a perfectly smooth line.
Even without touching me, the vision in front of me was causing my cock to resume dripping pre-cum.
Wrapping her fingers around my balls, Margo led me from the utility room into the guys play room.
Looking around the room Margo walked us over to a medical style table.
Mounting the table and placing her legs onto the stirrups, I was told to kneel at the foot of the table.
Leaning forward, she took my head in her hands and pulled me into her pussy.
As Margo leaned back onto the table, I leaned inward and began to tease her.
I didn’t move to the crux of her leg right away.
Instead, I began to kiss, and nibble all around the inside of her legs and thighs.
The effect on Margo was as I expected, she began moaning up a storm.
Every once in awhile I would up the ante by giving her a single swipe of my tongue across the hood of her clit, never lingering, just quick enough to send shock waves through her body.
When she had had enough of my teasing, Margo grabbed my head, and pulled me into her pussy.
What followed could only have happened in a private home.
Otherwise the noises she made was sure to have the cops and paramedics to come roaring into the house.
Within moments, Margo pushed me away from my appointed task.
As I fell back upon my knees, Margo did her best to recapture her breath.
In between gasps, Margo fixed her eyes upon my cock, as it dripped pre-cum.
Ordering me to stand, I took to my feet as she wrapped her legs around my waist, and pulled me into the V at the top of her legs.
“OK, slut, put that pathetic little cock of yours in my pussy.
If you dare to cum, I will personally whip your ass, and I will leave marks that will take a week to even begin to heal. Margo informed me.
As my cock slid into heaven, I was aware that if I kept at this for even a few minutes, I was apt to explode.
Each time I pushed forward, Margo renewed her moaning.
I was OK for the first few minutes, yet as I went on, I knew I was going to cum in just moments.
I had been on a sexual edge for the last twenty four hours, and it wouldn’t take much to push me over the edge.
“Miss Margo, please let me go, if I go on I’m going to cum.
Please Miss Margo, please let me go.” I begged.
At that, Margo pushed me away once again.
Gathering herself, she stood up from the table, and walked towards me.
Grabbing me by the wrist, Margo led me over to the cross on the far side of the room.
Standing me on the platform, Margo bound first my wrists, followed by my legs to the cross.
Once secured, she placed a blindfold across my eyes,
Doing my best to figure out what was about to happen, I was nonetheless surprised as the sting of the whip cracked across my bottom.
Margo wasn’t being gentle, each hit stung like a monster hornet had zeroed in on my bottom.
It wasn’t the body of the whip that caused me trouble, it was the very tip that caused the pain.
It was as if I was the dart board in a pub, each time the whip hit was akin to a dart finding its way onto my bottom.
By the tenth hit I was begging for mercy, at twenty Margo ended the session.
Moments later I felt a woman’s hands rubbing some lotion into my raw bottom.
As the lotion took effect, the pain receded.
From behind, I could hear footsteps as they retreated to the other end of the room.
Without warning the lights in the room went out, and with a solid thunk, the door slammed shut.
Did they forget about me?
That seems unlikely, how long will they keep me here?
Well, I’m sure they have a plan on how they plan to abuse me, I just need to wait to see it unfold.
It was hard to tell how long I hung there, it felt like hours until they came for me.
When they finally returned, I was taken down from the cross, my blindfold still in place, Margo led me by my cock out of the basement.
“Careful, there are fifteen steps in front of you.
Don’t worry, we are right behind you, and we won’t allow you to fall.
Reaching the top of the stairs, I was turned to my right, and told to move forward until I was told to stop.
When they said “Halt”, I froze in place.
Standing still, I began to hear murmurs, shit, I thought, there were other people in the room.
Voice number one began speaking.
Ladies and gentleman, I hope you have an opportunity to partake of the bar, and the food platter on the sideboard.
Tonight for your pleasure, I wish to introduce you to our slut.
He is here for your use, and your pleasure.
You are all aware of the ground rules.
There will be no lasting harm done to our slut.
There will be nothing done that will cause scarring, or blood.
Slut has a series of safe words, if he says “Yellow” you are to back off, and slow down.
If he says “Red” everything stops, and stops right away.
Anyone failing to adhere to these rules will be escorted out, and done so in a rather rough manner, along with being permanently banned from future gatherings.
Now, if you are all ready, the party begins now, and will end as the grandfather clock in the corner strikes midnight.
Within seconds, a dozen pairs of hands began caressing my body.
Not a single spot on my body was left untouched.
Fingers opened my lips, and explored the inside of my mouth, hands ran through my hair.
Others were stroking every other part of my body with the exception of my cock, and balls.
My bottom also left untouched, for the moment.
Someone placed my hands atop my head, and told me to keep them there or suffer the consequences.
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