A Straight Incest Submits Chapter 5
A Straight Incel Submits
by
Randy MacAnus
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Chapter 5
He gave a pretty good blow job. I wasn't active. So he didn't have me fucking his throat. And he didn't try to deep throat. He just concentrated on what he'd learned so far. While it wasn't spectacular, it was adequate and did the job. After he'd swallowed my load and licked me clean, he went to his computer and began his work.
He was laser focused on his work, which pleased me. He never looked around, just worked. I left the apartment, and he didn't notice. I had left the cameras in place and fully operational. I wanted to be able to check in on him when I was elsewhere. If he wanted to avoid punishment, he needed to stay naked, and I needed to check on that.
I decided that if I could find some willing friends, I would whore him out before dinner, then head home after we ate. I left his apartment and went to the coffee shop on the corner. I made some calls, and sure enough there were three of my friends that were up for spit roasting a hot 22 year old submissive. We set a price, and I gave them the address.
I checked the cameras, and Harvey was still naked and laser focused on his work. I decided not to distract him, and went out for lunch. When I checked the cameras again, my naked boy was eating his own lunch. So I returned to the apartment. When the door opened he looked up with a startled expression. Very cute! As he recognized me, he looked confused for a second, then stood and assumed the display position. Good instincts!
"Good boy. When I enter a room, always go to the display position. The next time I enter this apartment, I will have three friends with me. I will be whoring you out to them. The four of us will spit roast you in pairs. I don't expect you to be an expert yet. And they know you are new at this. But I do expect a great attitude. And I expect you to do your best."
"Yes, Master."
He said it with the right submissive attitude, but it was clear he was a little freaked. I walked up behind him and began to play with that wonderful body. He held the display position, but he was trembling and beginning to hyper-ventilate. I gave his nipples a twist.
"Settle down. You knew this was coming. And I will always be present when I whore you out. You will never have to go to some stranger's place alone, and the only people I will bring here are friends I know well and trust."
"Thank you Master. I was a little shaken, because I didn't expect it this soon. But I will do my best, and obey all your orders. I don't want you to be disappointed in me."
I smiled behind his back. He was really committed to this. I certainly did not expect that to happen this quickly, if it happened at all. Clearly he was getting major needs fulfilled for the first time. We seemed to be a good fit, at least at this point in his life. Needless to say, this pleased me.
"I'm not going to use you now. I'll save that for later. Are you done with your work for the day?"
"No, Master. I need to put in another three hours."
"Excellent. Do you think you can focus? I didn't want to surprise you by walking through the door with my friends. I wanted you to have a chance to process what was coming."
"Thank you, Master. I really appreciate the heads up. I think I'll be fine. Once I get into my work, nothing else enters my mind. And I'm 100% committed to obedience, so there's really nothing to think about."
"Then I will let you get to it. I'm going out for a bit. Three hours of work will take you to 4pm. We will be here at five. Shower, douche and do whatever you need to do to be mentally and physically ready for this. It's going to happen on a regular basis."
"Yes, Master."
"Good boy."
I gave him a long hug from behind. His head rolled back onto my shoulder. When the hug ended, I gave him a double titty twister, ruffled his hair, slapped his ass and turned him around. He had a sheepish grin on his face. Then he put his hands on my cheeks, pulled me in and kissed me. I was pleased to see both the compliance and enthusiasm.
"Once you're done with your shower and douche, put your butt plug back in. There will be less pain if your boy twat is relaxed. And the towel stays in the bathroom. Remember, total nudity."
He smiled shyly and said, "Yes, Master."
I left, and he returned to his work.
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As I had some free time, I grabbed my bike and took another ride in the park. I love riding, and I love this park. And this is my primary form of exercise. Us old guys can't afford to get lazy, or we'll never be able to get our muscle tone and stamina back! At 76, I'm still doing pretty darn good, especially for a non-athlete! It helps that I've never smoked, and been a vegetarian for the last thirty years. But us old guys still have to exercise.
After the ride, I returned to the coffee shop, to meet my friends. I didn't want to start my boy off with strangers. I wanted the encounter to be predictable and devoid of drama. I set up my computer and logged in to the cameras. There was my beautiful naked boy, completely focused on his work. I just sat, sipped my plain black coffee, and watched him until my friends arrived.
They showed up just before four. My boy was still working. I rotated the laptop so they could get a good look at him. They were blown away! It's a very rare thing for a man my age to have a hot submissive who is more than fifty years younger--unless the old guy is supporting him. There's something really special about a boy who wants to be with you, as opposed to tolerating you in return for financial support.
They watched transfixed, as he finished his work, shut down his computer, and got up to head to the bathroom. His body was on full display at that point, and my friends let out gasps. My friend Mitch was the first to speak.
"That's incredible. And he lets you keep his cock caged?!"
"He says he's 100% committed to obedience. So far so good. And as he's been a very good boy, I'm going to remove the cage this afternoon while we use him. I want him to orgasm as much as he can. This is the first time I'm whoring him out, and I want him to like it."
We discussed my new slave for about thirty minutes while the boy was in the shower. I should probably put cameras in there, too. About that time my slave came out of the bathroom, his hair still clearly damp. He'd left the towel in the bathroom. Good boy! We watched that fantastic body move, as the boy headed to the couch. Once he sat down, we got up and headed for his building.
When we got to the apartment entrance, I knocked. I wanted the boy to open the door, completely naked, and not knowing for sure who was knocking. He was going to be getting his groceries delivered from now on, as he couldn't go to the store naked. Well, not without getting arrested. I wanted him trained to answer the door that way.
We watched him on my laptop trying to either make up his mind, or work up his courage. Finally, after I knocked a second time a bit harder, he got up and slowly made his way to the door. He opened it a crack with the chain still attached. I would have to remove that chain. When he saw me, my friends, and the impatient look on my face, he blushed, closed the door, removed the chain and opened it a little way.
"You don't get to hide behind the door, boy! Not even if it's strangers at the door. Is that understood?"
My boy nodded, stepped back and opened the door all the way. He then had the good sense to assume the display position as we entered. As I walked past him I ran my hand along that exceptional naked body, then smacked his ass. As my friends entered they did the same. Harvey was blushing bright red, but held his display position. The only movement was his cute little dick, trying to get hard in it's cage.
Once we had all entered, he asked for permission to close the door. He was trying to make up for his earlier hesitation. I appreciated that, but there would still be punishment. Not terrible, but enough to cause some pain and humiliate him in front of my friends.
They knew he was still a novice slave, so they were expecting lapses. But they would also expect those lapses to be dealt with. I didn't feel any need to impress them, but I did need the boy to accept the consequences of his actions, and to learn from his mistakes.
I ordered my slave to make us all coffee. I walked into the kitchen with him and quietly warned him to expect his body to be fondled by the men as he served us. I didn't want him to be surprised to the point of spilling the coffee and perhaps burning someone. And I know my friends well! My friends and I sat at the dining room table as Harvey made the coffee.
There was quiet conversation that the boy couldn't hear while he was in the kitchen. Among other things, I asked them what appropriate punishment would entertain them, and whether it should be applied before or after the sex. They agreed that nothing too intense was called for. It should be more about humiliation than pain. So we settled on a spanking, after the cage was removed.
As Harvey served the coffee, he was groped, fondled, purple nurpled, and generally molested by my friends and me. For the next half hour, we chatted and kept the boy in the display position, changing locations around the table so all of us could continue using him. Other than ordering him to change locations, we did not speak to him.
Other than the physical groping, we paid no attention to him. He didn't know it, but this was part of his training. I wanted the boy to understand that his purpose was to provide pleasure, not receive it. He was only going to be the center of attention when I wanted that. He was an object of desire, with the emphasis on `object.' And just like a Teddy Bear, when he wasn't being handled he was to wait--silently.
Once we'd finished our coffee, we turned our attention to Harvey.
"Slave, there is good news and bad news. The good news is, you have been doing really well in your training, so I am going to remove your cage for the time you are being spit-roasted. No guarantee you'll cum, but with four dicks going into your ass, the odds favor it. The bad new is, your reluctance opening the door, and your effort to hide behind it calls for punishment. Not serious, but there have to be consequences for infractions. I will be taking you over my lap and spanking you in front of my friends before the sex begins. But your cage comes off first."
I got naked and my friends followed suit. Harvey actually blushed at seeing all that male nudity! Sweet kid. I removed his cage, and much to the boy's embarrassment, he popped an instant hard-on, and blushed and even deeper shade of red. He managed to hold the display position, but only just. He clearly had the impulse to drop into the fetal position, but managed to regain his upright position after only a small bend. He was trying so hard, I let that one go.
I gave him a kiss and ruffled his hair. He gave a sheepish grin as my friends laughed in a kindly way. My friends are terrific Doms and know when a boy needs kindness, not cruelty. At this point in his training, Harvey was very vulnerable. He needed control, especially strict rules that he understood. And he needed to know he would suffer consequences when those rules were broken. But he also desperately needed affection and reassurance that he was cared for.
I went to the couch and ordered him to lie across my lap. He looked like a little boy, head down, as he shuffled over to me. Since he couldn't see me with his head down, I allowed myself a smile to my friends. My beautiful naked slave lay across my lap, and I positioned him so that his rock hard little dick, was pushed up against my leg. I wanted to see if he'd cum from his punishment. Even if he didn't he'd be that much more horned up when we entered him.
I didn't tell him the number of spanks, because I didn't know. I wanted to see two red butt cheeks when I was done, but I didn't want that cute ass to be bruised and battered. I alternated cheeks every five spanks. I hadn't ordered him to keep count, so he didn't. Good boy. Don't assume. Ask if you're not sure.
After about twenty five on each cheek, I had the color I was looking for. I also had the orgasm I wanted from the boy. He started humping my leg after ten per cheek. I found out later he hadn't even realized he was humping. He started moaning and humping faster after fifteen, and blew his load at twenty. It went over my left thigh and some dripped onto the floor.
He knew the drill. Don't leave a mess! So he slipped off my lap, and lapped it all up, including the puddle on the floor. He was between my legs when he looked up at me. In previous spankings I'd hugged him afterward. But with strangers in the room, he wasn't willing to assume anything. I got the idea and nodded. He held his arms up and I pulled him up into my lap. We hugged for a couple of minutes while my friends nodded their approval. He didn't cry or whimper, though he was breathing heavily.
I whispered to him, "Display position."
He promptly got up and assumed the position. And damned if he wasn't hard again! He looked down, saw his cute little dick pointed straight up, and blushed all over again. I nodded to my friends, and they came over and began playing with that wonderful body. The boy did his best to stay still and look straight ahead, as six hands roamed all over.
One of my friends began fingering his boy twat, while another began french kissing him. The third was sucking on his little dick after warning him there would be punishment if he came. The look on Harvey's face was priceless! All the sensations were driving him crazy. He pulled his knees in a little and scrunched down, trying hard not to cum. I finally stood up and saved him.
"Slave it's time to get into spit-roasting position. On your hands and knees on the sofa. Put your hands on the armrest, so your head is in good position for a throat fucking or blow job. What you receive will be up to the owner of the cock in your mouth. Your ass will be plowed at the same time, and I expect you to be squeezing and releasing just as you've been taught. This will take additional concentration on your part. Your focus must be on the pleasure of the cocks inside you. If you cum, that will be acceptable, as long as your focus is on giving pleasure, not receiving it."
"Yes, Master. I'll do my best. Please tell me, if I'm not doing it right."
We all smiled at the sincerity in his voice. One of my friends mounted the sofa behind him and pulled out his butt plug, while another went to the edge of the couch and waited for ass penetration before presenting his considerable cock to the boy. He didn't want the boy to accidentally bite him when he felt the pain of anal penetration.
Because of the butt plug the sphincter was already relaxed, and my friend was well lubed, so he just plunged right in to the hilt. My naked collared slave gasped and his eyes bugged out a bit, but he didn't scream. He was terrified of the neighbors finding out what he was up to, so I wasn't surprised that he managed to keep quiet. Once Harvey had regained his composure, and begun squeezing and releasing on the seven inches of man meat up his ass, he was presented with the eight inches that would be using his mouth.
My boy had a look of concentration and determination on his face, as he worked to pleasure both cocks in different ways. This was his first spit-roasting, and it was clear it was like patting your head and rubbing your belly at the same time, for him. If he had just been passive, and allowed it all to happen, that would have been easier for him, of course. But he had been ordered to give pleasure, and he was clearly determined to do his best. The look of concentration on his face was really cute!
My friends had agreed not to fuck his throat if his cock sucking skills were getting the job done. So I was very pleased to see my boy was a quick learner. Over the course of his four spit-roastings no one felt they needed to throat fuck my property. Including me! When I fucked him, he managed to squeeze and release with reasonable rhythm while still doing a descent job sucking cock. If he was managing this well with his first spit-roasting, I was sure his skills would improve rapidly.
When we were through with him, Harvey had a cum covered face and ass. He was also clearly exhausted. I put the butt plug back in his ass, cleaned up his junk with a damp cloth, and installed his cock cage. He whimpered a little at that, but didn't object. He had managed three orgasms. I knew he was close to a fourth when I finished with his ass, but I wanted to leave him edged at the end to see if he would object. The whimper was as close as he came. Good boy!
Once his cage was back on, I ordered the boy to bring us beers. It took him a full minute to get to his feet, and he was pretty unsteady as he shuffled into the kitchen. But no complaints. While he was gone, I asked my friends what they thought. Given that he was a straight boy with little sexual experience, they thought he did really well. The consensus was, he was worth every penny they'd paid. As cute as he was, they figured that as his skills improved he'd be worth a lot more. One of my friends offered to buy him. Fat chance!
Harvey returned with four beers on a tray. He was afraid of dropping them if he had tried to just carry them in his hands. After handing out the beers, and setting the tray on the table, he just stood there with a glazed expression. I locked eyes with him and raised an eyebrow. He got the message and went to the display position. After we finished our beers, each of my friends gave his ass a slap on their way out. He blushed and grinned.
I said just one word to him: "Door."
He caught his breath and raced to the door to open it for my friends. He made no effort to hide behind the door. I do love smart boys who only have to be told once. Once he'd closed the door, he leaned against it, as I sat and admired that hot body. Finally, he came back over and asked for a hug. I took him in my arms and held him until he fell asleep. Then I carried him into the bedroom and put him to bed. Not only would he need a long hot shower in the morning, he would need to change his sheets. He was a sticky mess.
I left him a note reminding him that I wasn't staying the night, and headed home.
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