DUDE'S GOTTA PAY HIS DEBTS - INTERLUDE: DAVE X IS BLACKMAILED
I am 32 years old, British/Australian but I have just turned 29 years old when this story is set.
My stories are usually about gay sex, and this story is a spin-off from Part 12 of a series involving gay BDSM encounters: "Dude's gotta pay his debts". If you'd like to read it and get the full background of how I got to the the events in this story, it can be found on Nifty here:
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/dudes-gotta-pay-his-debts/
This story involves transexual encounters (as you know, because you are here!) so it has been published in this category as a stand-alone.
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So my name is David, or usually Dave. I am a 29 year-old lawyer, born in Sydney, Australia but living in Europe since I finished backpacking on a 12-month career break in 2017. Through a series of events described in the story "Dude's gotta pay his debts", in 2021 I ended up working as a foreign-qualified advocaat in an Amsterdam law firm by day, and as a performer-in-residence at a pornography studio and sex club in Amsterdam called "Cerberus Productions" by night and on weekends. My very unimaginative porn handle is "Dave X", a legacy of when I started doing porn in London the previous year, but kept my face hidden for professional reasons. I am bisexual - fairly openly so - and though moods and desires shift over time, I'd say my attraction is evenly split between men and women on average. I have done straight and bisexual work at Cerberus, but the majority of it is gay and often BDSM-oriented. I am versatile but if I had to put a number on it I'd say I am 70 percent bottom and sub when it comes to sex with men (maybe more). I know probably everyone says this - especially people who like to read Nifty! - but I am seriously over-sexed and always have been. I've undoubtedly had way more sex with way more men than women over my life because man-on-man hookups are so easy to get. Truth be told, I love my sex work side hustle. I know it isn't for everyone, and I know it is a dark situation for many, but I'm in my element.
Facially, I am of average attractiveness under normal conditions; "nice-looking" I guess, though I make the most of what I've got. My hair is dark blond, and in my nearly 11 months at the studio, it has grown out from a full scalp shave to a shaggy collar-length mop which I usually slick back with pomade. I have also grown out a full beard of dark blond whiskers, shot through with glints of red - it is big and thick but kept trimmed just short enough to be professional for my day job, which - Dutch office culture being pretty liberal - means it is still fairly long.
I am 5'11" and about 82kg. I've got a good muscular build, currently pretty ripped and with good vascularity thanks to the daily forced workouts and strict diet I'm put through at the studio. My belly sports a decent 6 pack and a good Apollo's Belt. My cock is average length, maybe around 6.5 inches and circumcised, but nice and thick. A medium covering of dark blond hair fans out over my pecs and narrows to a trail down to my pubes. My pits, arms, legs and crack are pretty hairy, and I normally have a light dusting of fuzz on my shoulders and upper back, with another patch at the base of my spine, just over my furry crack. I've got broad size 11.5 feet.
In terms of body mods, I have a few small, random tattoos scattered around my body, eight or so, collected over the years. The largest is an Old-School Traditional American tattoo design on my upper back between my shoulders, a wolf head rendered in the thick exagerrated lines of the style, mostly in black and grey except for the bright blue eyes and red tongue lolling from its open jaws: the logo of my London porn producers, Big Bad Wolf Studios. My right earlobe is pierced with a single silver ring, both of my nipples are pierced with 14 gauge titanium barbells, and my penis has a Prince Albert 8 gauge titanium curved barbell (body piercings courtesy of Cerberus).
November 2021 is due to be my last month at Cerberus before I head back down to Sydney for Christmas, via South-East Asia, and think about returning my life to normal - this was intended to be my last big adventure before I turned 30. I've been bought and paid for this last month by a well-off gay couple named Pieter and Abe, avid fans of my stuff, who have booked five-hour BDSM sessions with me every Saturday afternoon for the month. At their request and in exchange for the month's retainer fee, the studio is currently keeping my back, sack and crack waxed, and keeping my cock in a chastity cage unless Pieter and Abe require otherwise. I'm allowed to do any other work during the week - porn shoots, podium shows or escorting - but my cock has to stay locked and I'm to avoid cumming if I can (which, thanks to my well-trained hole, isn't always as easy as it sounds even with my tool off-limits).
It was a Wednesday in November, just a couple of days after I had turned 29 years old. I had just come back to the studio from the office and was met by Erich in the residents' ground floor common room. Erich was my boss, managing my agenda, bookings, training and my contract overall. A committed adult industry careerist accountable for much of the day-to-day Cerberus operations, he was 34 years old, about 6'1" with a muscular, gym-honed physique, currently dressed in grey jogging bottoms and a zip-up hoodie, with sliders on his bare feet. His face is classically handsome, with a thick head of hair cropped short and dyed silver-white-blond, contrasting with a full but short black beard. His right ear sports multiple piercings and a barbell pierces his left brow. His hoodie is unzipped to mid-chest, revealing a glimpse of his broad, smooth pecs. I've seen him naked many times; I know how he has developed and decorated his body over 15 years in furtherance of his career, first as a gay porn performer and escort, now as a professional dom, porn director, studio and club manager. His chest is adorned with an intricate black-and-grey mandala tattoo that spreads out from his sternum to completely cover both pecs and merge with complex blackwork and geometric-style sleeves extending down both arms to his wrists, and with a full-back design of meshed mandalas, blackwork and geometry that sends lines up his spine to meet his hairline and then extends all the way down to fully cover both glutes. On his right leg it continues into a full-leg sleeve, ending just above his ankle bone. He keeps his pubic bush shaved to show off the fine-line geometic work that flowers across his groin and extends in delicate threads three quarters of the way down his generous, 7.5" uncut penis. Between his muscular butt cheecks, his smooth anus is surrounded by a delicate geometic sunburst design in black lines. Other than the slight extension up the back of his neck, from his collarbones down only his hands, feet, abdomen, left leg and scrotum are completely ink-free. Both nipples sport titanium rings, the twin silver balls of a frenulum piercing nestle underneath his cockhead, a hafada ring dangles on the front of his scrotum, and a guiche ring nestles behind his sack. All of this flashes though my memory every time I see Erich, no matter what he is wearing - as my boss, I am intimately familiar with every inch of his skin, and I count his as a friend.
"Dave, glad you see you're back on time", he greeted me in his smooth, deep, German-accented voice. "We've got a private show booked with you tonight, let's get going". I obediently followed him to my room, where he supervised me stripping off my jacket, tie, shoes, socks, shirt, trousers, and the ripe jock I'd been wearing solidly for more than 10 weeks so far (Pieter had paid a lot of money to reserve it and wanted it as seasoned as possible - I was getting a nice cut of the sale in exchange for my accumulated sweat, piss and pre-cum stains). Erich checked my cage and buckled my leather slave collar around my neck, plus leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles. He led me through to the communal shower block and had me bend and grab my ankles as he eased out my buttplug and gave me a thorough douching. Leaving my ass unplugged, he took me to the Refrectory where he sat on a sofa, kicked off his sliders and rested his bare feet on my back as I ate my evening meal from a doggie bowl on all fours, washing it down with a protein shake.
After tenderly wiping my face and beard clean of food and supervising me brushing and flossing my teeth, Erich led me down the stairs to the basement play area and studio. A new partitioned area had been set up and a couple of crew members - barefoot in shorts, sleeveless Cerberus Productions tshirts and baseball caps - busied themselves setting up the cameras and lighting. A single chair was positioned in front of me, with a side table bearing a crystal wine decanter half full of dark red, and a wineglass; otherwise the room was empty apart from a sex bench off to one side and a wooden chest containing toys and implements. As the lighting was adjusted, the chair was swallowed by shadow - I wouldn't be able to make out who my punter was when they eventually sat there.
Erich attached chains to my wrist cuffs and winched them until my arms were spread wide. He then connected my ankles together with a carabiner and fed me a few slurps of water from a bottle. As I was drinking, my two scene partners entered the room. As I'd not met them before, Erich introduced them: Kaya was a tall, beautiful black woman, around 5'10", with the muscular form of a swimmer and large, obviously enhanced breasts. Ansel was about 5'6" but a proverbial pocket-rocket, his body well-muscled, his chest and abs covered in curly dark hair, his head clipped to a grade 2 and his dark facial whiskers trimmed to a similar length. Both were topless, wearing only baggy jogging bottoms; though high-heeled leather boots jutted incongruously from the ankles of Kaya's trousers, Ansel was barefoot and sported a leather chest harness. We greeted each other with friendly smiles, and they both gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek. I assume they'd been talked through the scene, but I certainly hadn't. There was something about the two of them I couldn't quite put my finger on. My suspicions started to crystalise as I noticed the scars under Ansel's pecs, mostly hidden by his thick chest hair, and they were confirmed as he took off his jogging bottoms to reveal a generous untrimmed bush of dark brown pubic hair crowning the cleft of his vagina and the glinting silver barbell of a vertical clitoral hood piercing. Glancing at Kaya as she removed her joggers, I was treated to the sight of her smooth-shaved groin and heavy black cock swinging between her shapely thighs. I grinned happily in anticipation; Apart from an almost obligatory and somewhat stereotypical encounter with a Thai ladyboy when I was backpacking through Bangkok, I'd never been with transsexuals before and I was totally up for something new (though regretful that my caged cock couldn't feel the wetness of Ansel's hot pussy). Erich also stripped down to a black jock, his pierced and inked junk bulging in its leather pouch, and a leather armband around his left bicep; otherwise he was naked and barefoot.
In the shadows behind the lights, I could make out a figure - a woman, I think? - being led in by a smooth, cock-caged, muscular twunk. The figure settled down in the armchair that had been placed in front of me. The twunk poured her a glass of wine and stood back, hands clasped behind his back, as the punter inclined her head to Erich - he nodded, and as the cameramen took up their positions, he shouted "ACTION!".
Kaya and Ansel sauntered over to where I was chained and began to run their hands over my now-lightly sweating body, running their fingers through my chest and stomach hair, cupping my cock cage and tugging my balls. They kissed and licked my ears and neck before taking turns treating my thankfully un-gagged mouth to deep, wet, probing kisses, then moving their mouths to lick my damp hairy armpits and suck my pierced nipples (Ansel was on my right one and he was especially gentle, as it had only been recently pierced). Kaya dropped to her knees to agonisingly lick my chastity cage as Ansel crouched behind me, spread my muscular hairy glutes as much as he could, given my ankles were chained together, and flicked his tongue over my smooth wet asshole, his stubble scraping my crack as I sighed and moaned. After teasing me for a while, they both armed themselves with a cat-o-nine-tails and started to flog my back, chest, ass and thighs. I screamed and shouted for them to stop (mostly for show of course) as my body twisted and turned on the chains which suspended me. The methodical whipping continued for some time, until they tossed the implements aside, leaving me hanging limply, panting, dripping with sweat, my caged cock oozing a long string off cocksnot to the floor. Kaya gathered it up on her fingers and licked them, sighing in appreciation, as Ansel unclipped my ankles and put my feet through the straps of a strap-on harness which he tugged up my hairy muscular legs and fitted securely over my groin, the base of the dildo shaped to snugly cup my cage. The strap-on tool itself was a thick 8" toy, realistically penis shaped, curved to point towards the ceiling. Ansel stood in front of me and wrapped his arms around my body in case I slumped, as Kaya and Erich disconnected the chains suspending my arms; I did stagger slightly, but recovered quickly, draping my arms on Ansel's shoulders as he probed my open mouth with his tongue.
Ansel led me to the sex bench and lay me down on my back. As he straddled my face, Kaya grabbed my ankles and passed my legs to Ansel, who planted his palms on my bare soles and pulled my legs back. Kaya knelt between my legs, spread my bumcheeks and began to lick my smoothly-waxed ass trench and pulsing manhole with broad, firm strokes of her powerful wet tongue, occasionally shifting gear to tease and flick my sphincter with the tip of her tongue like she was pleasuring a clit before spearing my chute and sliding inside me, making me whimper. Speaking of which, Ansel lowered himself down to my face, exposing a glistening wet hairy cunt with swollen external flaps and an enlarged clitoris; I reached up to grip his hairy well-muscled thighs as I started to lap at his tasty furry pussy like a dog on heat, relishing the musky smell and flavour. My tongue snaked deep up into his dripping insides and he moaned as I then wrapped my lips around his clit and sucked it aggressively, sometimes switching to nibble gently at his dangling flaps and tongue his pierced hood; at the same time, he brought my toes to his mouth and started to lick and suck them hungrily, tugging even more moans from me as I ate out his cunt and got mine eaten too. The mutual, enthusiastic cunt eating went on for a while longer as the cameramen got in close to capture the sights and sounds until Ansel let go of my legs and swapped ends; slipping her hands under my wet hairy pits, Kaya tugged me a few more inches back on the bench, tilted my head back, and without any preamble, slid her thick, hard, black cock down my throat. I was well trained and I took it like a champ as she started to slowly fuck in and out of my mouth, triggering a flood of thick drool with the occasional retch. At the same time, Ansel had moved down my torso, mounted the strap-on dildo and started to ride my prosthesis enthusiastically and loudly.
The last phase of the action came as Kaya and Ansel dismounted and pulled me to my feet. Ansel lay back on the bench, which was now slick with my back sweat, and raised his legs; I got between them, guided the dong into his pussy, and got down on his chest to start licking his hairy sweaty pits, sucking his nips and snogging him wetly. Before I could start thrusting my hips, I felt the unmistakeable feeling of lubricated cockhead at my wet pucker; Kaya applied firm, unrelenting pressure until finally the slippery head popped past my ring. There was a dull throb of mild pain, but it soon eased as Kaya's impressive meat slid inch by inch up into my rectum. She rested for a minute, balls deep, to let me adjust, and then started a steady fuck, each stroke forcing my hips forward and driving the strap-on into Ansel's tight, sopping vagina. Soon we were hammering faster and faster, the sounds of our pleasure and slapping wet skin filling the room, until Ansel screamed with a powerful orgasm and juices slickened my smooth balls. With a cry, Kaya began to unload her lady seed deep in my guts, and I growled with frustation as her slippery strokes slowed, denied the anal orgasm I'd been building towards, and silently raging at not having the opportunity to knock-up Ansel's delicious quim.
We changed position so I was lying on the bench with my legs in the air, my slightly-open wet shitter pointing at my solitary audience member. I held my legs back as a cameraman squatted and got in close to my freshly-bred mancunt; Kaya and Ansel crouched down and took turns licking and fingering my puffy hole until, with their verbal encouragement, I pushed out a stream of Kaya's cum into a shot glass. I was pulled down onto my knees as they stood; Ansel poured the glass of thick, warm seed into my open mouth and, when I'd swallowed the sweet fluid, I alternated between sucking the nut and ass juices off Kaya's cock and nuzzling Ansel's sopping pierced minge with my nose, beard, lips and tongue. Finally they hauled me to my feet, chained my arms tight again, and this time spread my legs wide with chains attached to my ankle cuffs so I stood spreadeagled. They each pecked me on the cheek before leaving. I hung there, sweating, breathing heavily, burning with sexual frustration, my tongue flicking out to lick my moustache and soul patch to taste traces of cum and cunt, as the cameramen slowly circled me, panning up and down, capturing every wet and greasy inch of skin, the straining muscles of my arms and legs, sopping dripping pits, my heaving, hairy chest and abs, and the slick, glistening rubber of my strap-on penis.
The figure on the chair nodded, and Erich called "CUT! That's a wrap boys." The crew started to pack and clean as I hung suspended from the chains, my eyes on my punter as she stood and stepped up onto the stage and into the light. She was about 5'7", with a banging figure dressed in an expensive skirt suit, more suited for the office than a sex club. Her dark hair was in a stylish bob. But when I saw her face, a wave of anxious nausea washed over me.
It was my ex-girlfriend, Amanda, from Sydney. She was a few years older than me and must have been in her early 30's now. She'd pretty much bankrolled me when I was in the last six months of my degree and then a junior solicitor, and she was a management consultant for one of the Big 4 accountancy firms. She'd known I was bi but assumed I'd be sexually monogomous - she was more than happy to peg me every now and then and occasionally play gay or bi porn on a laptop when we fucked, she was well into it and assumed that would keep my itch scratched. I didn't shag any other birds but I did dip my wick in the odd male asshole here and there. I hadn't managed it well, I should have been open and honest but I was young, inexperienced, irrepressibly horny, and selfish. Still, she'd never have known about my extracurricular man-on-man action if I hadn't got drunk and stoned at a house party and fucked her equally-drunk and stoned gay best friend on a pile of coats in a bedroom. Naturally, the GBF told Amanda all about it. Cue screaming... a lot of screaming. I cut her dead and it wasn't long after that that I started backpacking and left her behind. Now here she was.
"Hello David, you look well," she smiled as she ran a nail down the centre of my hard, wet, hairy chest to my navel and then flicked my pierced nips. "Ummmm... yeah, hi Mandy, you look good too. Ummmmm... what the fuck are you doing here???" She laughed. "Well, I went down a porn hole online one day, one scene after another, flicking my bean with one hand with a glass of chardonnay in the other, as you do. And what did I come across? My David, fucking some skanky bitch on a rooftop sunbed. Oh, you were all beardy, but I knew it was you. I recognised this tattoo" - she touched the delta symbol inked near my groin - "and your face, and this body. I saw your stage name, 'Dave X', and I clicked the link, and there you were, scene after scene of you, mostly with men, mostly doing things I never thought you capable of." She smiled. "Well, I did cum pretty quickly, and pretty often, looking at your work, David. And that's when I decided to contact Cerberus and fly up to Europe for a personal show. I was due a break, and I can't think of a better way to spend it."
My blood ran cold. "Mandy, what are you going to do?" She paused before replying. "When this scene - which was amazingly hot, by the way, my compliments - arrives on the internet, I am going to send it, along with links to the very best of your work, to every family member, friend, and former colleague I can find. And then I'm going to flood Facebook and Twitter with the links too. Sounds good, don't you think?" Horror bubbled up inside me as I whispered, "you wouldn't". "Oh David, I would, and I will. You spent 18 months sponging off me, you owe me, and you have to pay your debts. This will take care of what you owe, I think." As that sunk in I started raging and struggling for real against the chains that bound me. "YOU FUCKING BITCH! YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO ME! YOU CUNT!!!!" Of course, she just laughed. I looked to Erich for help - his handsome brow was furrowed, a look of concern on his face. The crew had stopped what they were doing and were looking at each other, unsure of what to do. Something was wrong.
Finally, Erich stepped forward and gestured at the twunk in attendance. "Please escort Madame to the guest lounge while we prepare David for the next stage." I looked at him, mouth open, aghast, as the twunk led Amanda out of the room as she laughed like a demented Disney supervillain. Erich then gathered the crew and spoke to them in a quiet huddle. They nodded and left the room in a group. Erich looked over his shoulder at me as he followed them and mouthed the words "don't worry". Then I was left alone as a wracking sob shook my body and I started to cry.
I was left hanging there for an hour before the twunk and two crew members returned and unchained me, refastening my wrist cuffs together behind my back, attaching a leash to my collar and leading me up the stairs to the second floor. Erich was waiting for me in a guest suite, along with a fully-naked Maarten. A fellow performer in residence (and a friend), Maarten was a Dutch lad of 21 years, 6 foot of athletic muscle. He had a random collection of tattoos but his left arm sported a full Traditional Japanese sleeve which extended to cover his entire left pec, from which peeked the barbell of his pierced nipple. His short dark hair was gelled and mussed, but his face was shaved and his chest was naturally smooth. His handsome uncut cock sported a heavy 6-gauge captive ball ring through its piss-slit. The crew left immediately - one gripped my shoulder, the other patted my back as they brushed past me. When Erich, Maarten and the twunk were alone with me, they unclipped my wrists and positioned me at the head of the enormous four-poster bed, on my knees with my back to the wall, the soles of my feet pressed firmly up against the wall behind the bed. My arms were spread and ropes threaded through the steel D-rings on the cuffs to tie them tightly to the posts, forcing my chest to jut out, the strap-on dong still waving obscenely in the air from my caged groin. Then I was fitted with a bite gag. As Erich adjusted the straps, he whispered into my ear, "don't worry David, we've got you." When he was satisfied, he got off the bed, took off his jock to reveal every magnificent inch of his inked and pierced flesh, and stood next to Maarten, hands clasped behind his back, as the twunk went to fetch Amanda The Bitch.
Amanda entered 10 minutes later, wearing a kimono, and the twunk shut the door behind him. She smiled at me as she allowed the silky gown to slip from her body and pool on the floor at her feet - she was naked, and I had to grudgingly admit that looked damn fine. Maarten and Erich approached her and she sank to her knees and began to suck their cocks as the two men kissed each other passionately. What followed was two hours of three-way bi fucking, with Amanda taking it in all three of her holes, sweating and moaning wiht pleasure, as I was tied to the end of the bed like a cuck, forced to watch. I was never even touched, only incidentally when Amanda guided my strap-on up into her tight asshole as Maarten knelt in front of her with his pierced cock sliding in and out of her drenched front-cunt while Erich stood on the bed and fucked her face. All three holes stuffed, she came in a screaming orgasm twice in quick succession. As the marathon session finally drew to a close, all three stood around me; Amanda aggressively pulled my head back by my hair and gripped my beard to drag my jaw open as Erich removed my gag before he and Maarten jerked their copious loads of man scum out over my face and into my mouth. The three of them then settled into a little puppy pile on the bed in front of me, caressing each other as I hung there, my face dripping with spooge.
Eventually Amanda put her kimono back on as Erich re-gagged me; she came over and licked some of the cum off my beard before patting my cheek, smiling evilly and leaving without another word, accompanied by the two men who had slipped their jocks back on. I hung there for another hour, until finally Erich returned and took me down, re-fastened my wrists behind me, removed my strap-on and harness, and attached a leash to my collar, not saying a word the whole time. He picked up the service phone by the bed as it rang shrilly, listend, said "yes sir", replaced the handset and led me out of the room by my leash. A minute later and I was standing in the Director's office, flanked by Erich and the caged twunk, myself naked, gagged and caged, cum drying on my face. Amanda, dressed in her business suit, sat with her legs curled under her on the Chesterfield sofa, a balloon of cognac in one hand. The Director sat behind his large desk, immaculate as ever in his dark three-piece suit, the top three buttons of his crisp white shirt undone.
"Ah David", he spoke softly, "thank you for joining us. I gather this evening has gone very well. Your scene with Kaya and Ansel will, I'm sure, be a great success. And Ms. Hutchinson," he said to Amanda, "we have another surpise for you." He handed her an iPad; she looked at the device as the colour drained from her face and her jaw fell open. "As you can see, we took the opportunity to have some cameras placed very discreetly in the suite, and I'm quite impressed by your performance. If you are interested in performing professionally, I am sure we can use you." She looked up at him, her eyes blazing. "You see Ms. Hutchinson, I am well aware that young men and women find themselves in front of the camera, performing in pornographic productions, for all sorts of reasons. For remuneration, for pleasure. Unfortunately sometimes they do not have any choice, because of circumstances, or because their agency has been taken away from them. But though some stay in this industry for many years, many others, perhaps most, will eventually move on. And the reality is, from a statistical perspective, it is actually quite unlikely that they will ever be recognised from their pornographic output; the occasional horror story notwithstanding. I will always take reasonable steps to support my alumni in preserving their anonymity as they return to civilian life, if that is their choice. I am no magician, and mostly this support is passive in nature, but it is certainly not in my interest to breach that shared code my enabling a blackmailer, my dear. David's new transsexual scene will join his oeuvre and will be well appreciated by its audience. Perhaps some day he will meet someone on the street and see that dawning recognition in their eyes, and he will need to deal with the consequences of that, whatever they may be. But I will do what little I can to minimise that risk. We will be monitoring your social media, and our web analytics, and David has only to pick up the phone or send us an email. Should we ever suspect that you have circulated his material in any way, we will flood the electronic aether with this footage and ensure it is connected directly to you, whilst being legally untraceable to us. And then our legal suport fund will pay for him to sue your delicious derriere. Have I made myself entirely clear?" Amanda quaked in a blend of fury and terror, before slamming down her glass and storming out of the room.
The Director smiled smugly. "David, I am so very sorry about this incident, please accept my apologies. I had no knowledge of Ms. Hutchinson's intentions. I have explained matters to your current client, and he has agreed that a gesture is appropriate by way of compensation." Erich nodded, knelt by me and unlocked my wrist cuffs and cock cage as the twunk removed my gag and leash. I sighed as Erich gave my penis a few gentle but firm stretching strokes to loosen it up, and it began to gently swell to a semi almost immediately. "Thank you Sir, I really appreciate what you've done here." I sighed and almost sobbed with relief. He waved my thanks away with a smile as Erich led me out by the arm.
Instead of taking me downstairs, he brought me to another suite, opened the door, ushered me inside and said "have fun Dave, I'll collect you later". As he shut the door behind him, I saw Kaya and Ansel lounging naked on the bed, kissing, caressing and pleasuring each other, Kaya's fingers dabbling in Ansel's moist cunt and toying with his clit piercing as Ansel stroked the dark firm meat of Kaya's snake. Smiling as they opened their arms to me, I knelt on the bed and leaned in for a wet three-way kiss as my cock sprung to full-mast. We soon arranged ourselves so that Kaya could suck my pierced cock while I lapped hungrily at Ansel's quim, sucking on her enlarged and swollen clit until her thick nest of pubes was sodden with her juice and she was grinding her cunt into my face. Kaya encouraged me to move up Ansel's body and slide my cock into her pussy as he wrapped his muscular hairy legs around my bum and pulled me in, while Kaya then put her cock in front of our faces so we could lick and suck it in turns.
After a while I felt myself getting too close, so I slid out of Ansel's cunt regretfully, positioned him on all fours, and started to rim his tight hairy asshole as he deepthroated Kaya some more. Kaya passed me a bottle of lube and I set to work sliding a finger up Ansel's shitter, probing and stretching until he could take three of them and was moaning around his mouthful of tubesteak. Then we turned him around so he faced me on his knees, and I slid back up his warm wet vag as Kaya got behind him and forced her cock up his lubricated shit chute. We double-fucked Ansel for ages, making his swollen slippery clit cum in multiple waves, before Kaya dumped her lady load high up in his guts and I knocked him up with my DNA.
They nursed a couple more cums out of me over the next hour, and they each got to guzzle down one of my loads. We ended with me fucking Kaya's tight smooth asshole as she wanked her cock and ate my spooge out of Ansel's gushing quim before they both sucked the last load out of me together. We spent time dozing in each other's arms, chatting softly, until Erich finally knocked and entered. He re-fitted my collar, leash and chastity cage, lubricated and slowly inserted my butt plug, and cuffed my wrists behind my back; Kaya and Ansel waved goodbye as Erich led me out of the room and to return me to my puppy cage on the ground floor. As I lay there in the dark, hogtied, I couldn't wipe the smile off my face.
This story is continued in Part 12 of "Dude's gotta pay his debts": https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/dudes-gotta-pay-his-debts/