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Best Friend Owns Me Chapter 13
By Brandon
Mom and Dad were easy enough to convince. That was not my problem. My problem was that it sounded like I was going to be rented out to a whole bunch of strangers for the next couple days and I was scared shitless. How could Connor do this? How could he expect me to be a bunch of guys' "entertainment"? Sounds more like I was going to be a couple holes open to anyone who fills them. This is insane! Maybe I could reason with him and show him this isn't right.
I made my way back to Connor's house and went inside. He was still in his room, playing on his computer.
"About time you got back here." Connor said without looking at me. "Brad will be here in 5 minutes."
"Well, about that...uh, Master. Um...don't you think that this is going a bit too far?" I questioned.
"What did you say?" Brad asked as he turned around in his chair. If he wasn't paying attention to me before, he was now. "Look you little shit. You are not going to fuck this up for me. I'm about to be in good with Brad."
"But, you're just going to rent me out to a bunch of strangers? What if I get hurt or something bad happens?" I plead
I expected Connor to get angry but I didn't expect the backhand until he slapped me to the floor.
"I don't give a shit. I told you months ago that I'm not your friend anymore. I own you. You're my property. You're going to do this and if I hear another word from you, you won't have to wonder about whether or not you'll get hurt. Got it? Now on your knees."
I obediently fell to my knees and looked up at my Master. He wasn't the Connor I knew anymore. He was a guy desperate for acceptance and was willing to let me pay the price for it. I didn't say a word or blink when he put the collar back around my neck and pulled me behind him up the stairs. Moments later, we heard honking from the driveway. Brad was here and we were ready to go.
Connor glared at me. "Don't fuck this up. You do whatever you're told by anyone who tells you to do something. No back talking, no whining, nothing."
Connor headed for the door and pulled me along with him. I was shoved in the back seat along with Connor's bag while Connor got into the front seat. Brad gave Connor a high five as he put the car in gear and drove away. We didn't go far, maybe a few miles max. I knew the area Brad was driving us too. It's mostly cheap housing for the local college. There are a few frats over here, which terrified me. If he took me to a frat, there'd be 300 guys there for a party. I can't take 300 guys!
I breathed a small sigh of relief when we parked in front of a non-frat house. It was a 2 story house with 5 bedrooms so it wasn't small. But, at least it couldn't hold 300 dicks. Brad and Connor got out before Brad opened the back door, grabbed my leash and pulled me out of the car and up to the house. Once inside, Brad introduced me to the host of the party, Dylan. He looked a bit like Brad. He is 18 or 19, tall, athletic, powerful. He has brown hair styled like he just got out of bed and piercing green eyes.
"Dylan, this is the slut for the weekend. He'll do whatever we tell him to, no matter what." Brad brags. "Right Connor?"
"Absolutely" Connor nods and looks at me. "Whatever you want."
"Fuck, this kid looks like he's 10. Is he really ready for that?" Dylan asks.
"He's 13" Connor chirps in. "He knows how to take some dick."
"Alright, his room is in the basement. Go get him ready." Dylan shrugs and heads upstairs.
As we descend the stairs, my leash still in Brad's hands, my nerves double to the point I was actually shaking. The only people who know I'm here are the ones pimping me out. No one can save me. I'm trapped.
Brad pulls me into the room and says, "For the first hour or two of the party, you'll be upstairs serving drinks, cleaning up spills, and doing whatever else you're told. You'll be wearing this."
Brad holds up a red and white cheerleader outfit with a skimpy skirt and some red panties. On the outfit, it reads "Slut U" on the chest. I look nervously at both Brad and Connor who order me to strip and put it on. As I once again remove all my clothes, Connor gathers them into a bag and disappears upstairs.
"You won't be needing those for a couple days." Brad smiles.
Brad helps me pull the outfit on and I pull the new panties up. They're pretty tight, but I was able to get them on. Brad orders me to tuck my cock back as he says "Nobody wants to see your tiny little dick." I managed to tuck my cock to my ass and pull the panties up higher to keep it in place. When Connor came back downstairs, he was holding some lipstick, a blonde wig, and a couple beers
"Let's finish the final touches and get this party started." Connor said as he opened his beer and handed the other one to Brad.
I've never worn make up or a wig before. But, with these two men surrounding me, I didn't try to fight it. I put the lipstick on as best as I could. It was ruby red in color. Brad took the lipstick out of my hands and said, "You put this on like you're going on a date. You need to put it on like you're a slut looking for cock."
With that, he spread even more lipstick on...thicker and wider than normal. Then, he put the wig on me and told me to look in the mirror. I wasn't expecting what I saw. In the reflection was what absolutely looked like a 13 year old girl. From my smooth legs up to my soft face and blond hair, I looked like I was just plucked out of a cheerleading competition and brought to this dark basement. I think they were as stunned to see me as I was because both of their pants looked a bit tighter than they were a few minutes ago
"Not bad" Connor said as he took another swig. "Now get your ass upstairs and greet our guests."
As hesitant as I was to go downstairs, I was even moreso to go back upstairs. It was one thing to be pulled down here dressed as a boy, but to be pulled back up dressed as a girl was something completely different. Not that I had much of a choice, though. Connor removed the leash, but kept the collar locked on and gave my ass a smack to get me going. Up the stairs I climbed, I could hear more voices up there. Must have been some new arrivals because no one was there earlier.
When I turned the corner up the stairs, I saw about 5 guys between 18-20 years old already in party mode. They saw me and started hooping and hollering, whistling and making some lewd sounds at me. To say I wasn't flattered would be a lie. Obviously these guys thought I was a hot young girl ready to take care of them and that kind of made me proud in a weird way.
"Hey darling" One of them started. "Why don't you put that gorgeous ass in the kitchen and bring me a beer, eh?"
"Yes sir" I replied in my girliest voice.
That wasn't even close to the last beer I fetched over the next hour. A ton of guys and a few girls came in, all wanting me to fetch them a beer or a mixed drink. My ass was slapped more times than I could count. Several guys whispered how sexy I looked into my ear and how hard I'm going to get fucked later. After a while, I just kind of relaxed and started having fun with it. I was the center of attention and all these hot, older guys wanted me. In a sick way, it actually made me feel good.
I was high on the moment, flirting, giggling and running around when Connor cornered me in the kitchen.
"Play time is up. Everyone is getting drunk and you're needed downstairs." He said.
My face fell flush. With all the fun I was having, I forgot what was expected of me. My eyes fell to the ground as I followed him down stairs. Brad and Dylan were already down there, waiting for me. I was directed to get onto the bed on my hands and knees. My legs were kicked open wide and my panties were ripped off. Dylan came in front of me and grabbed some rope that was tied to the right side of the bed and looped it around my right wrist, tightening it. Then, he did the same with my left. This caused me to fall forward onto my chest and face.
"Arch that back, slut and get your ass up in the air." Dylan commanded.
I did as I was told and presented my round, smooth 13 year old ass to whoever came up behind me. Then I felt someone flip up my skirt and something kind of cold on my left cheek. It felt like a marker as someone was writing "Cock" on one cheek and "Chute" on the other with arrows pointing to my boy hole.
"Perfect" Brad said behind me. "Let's get this party started.
With that, Brad climbed up behind me and kicked my legs out even further, lowering my ass to his cock. I felt him squirting lube onto my ass and his cock as Dylan came up in front of me. He held something up to my nose and ordered me to inhale deeply. As I did, my head flooded with a dizzying feeling I never felt before. I can't really describe the experience beyond how much my desire for the cock in front of my face increased. Dylan grabbed me by the chin and raised me up so I could look forward better. Then he ordered me to open up and sank his giant 8 inch cock down my young throat. As he was exploring my mouth, Brad shoved his cock up my ass to the hilt. Had there not been a cock gagging me, the neighbors would've heard my screaming from the intense pain.
None of that seemed to matter to these two young studs who only cared about flooding me with their fresh cum. No matter what Connor and Tanner had done to me in the past, it did not prepare me for these much larger cocks and much harder fucking that I received at the hands of these two vastly-mature men. Dylan and Brad began by fucking both of my holes in and out at the same time. When Dylan's cock left my mouth, Brad's left my ass, then they'd both ram back in simultaneously. The feeling was overwhelming as I was plugged over and over and over. Soon, they shifted to where one cock was constantly in me. Dylan would pull out as Brad would shove in, then alternate.
My head was spinning from whatever Dylan had made me sniff along with these two guys fucking me to a point I never knew existed. My mind was gone and I was just a 13 year old body here to accept whatever cocks were shoved into me. I was fucked for a solid 20 minutes when Dylan started firing a massive load straight down my throat. The sudden flood of cum made me tense up causing Brad to fuck into yet another gear and breed my ass for the first of many times that night. They each pulled their cocks out of me, my face planted back down onto the bed. I was exhausted, but nowhere near done.
Dylan put the bottle back under my nose and I sniffed for all I was worth. Any pain I had was gone and all that was left was the empty feeling in my throat and ass. The three of them walked upstairs to continue their partying. That's when I heard it:
"Attention everyone! The slut is open and ready for business. $20 gets you as many trips down there as you want. Have at it!"