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"Dominated by the Twins" pt. 10
Once outside, I congratulated my self for escaping my moms probing questions about my black eye by throwing on my Serengeti sun glasses as a cover up, on my way downstairs. The cut lip, not nearly as noticeable as a black eye, must have went undetected by her.
I headed for my car, figuring I would follow the twins back to their ranch, but Shane was having none of that. "I don't think so faggot!" he yelled, surely within earshot of my mom. "you're riding up here with me!"
Never having ridden on a horse before, I had some major concerns. "Dude, I've never rode a horse before, why can't I just follow you there?"
Looking totally pissed that I was questioning his authority, "Listen fagboy! You don't question me, you just do as I say! GOT IT? Besides dude, don't think of it as riding a horse, think of it as riding my dick, cause that's pretty much how it's gonna be, all the way back to the ranch, your butt bouncing up and down on my crotch. Now get the fuck over here, Blake will help you up"
With the help of Blake, I was sitting up on Shady. (the name of Shanes horse) looking down, and thinking, WOW! If I fall, it's a long way down!
I sat in front, with Shane handing me the reins, as if I knew what to do with them. "Dude? What are you doing? I've already told you, I don't know anything about riding a horse."
Nestling himself in closer to my back, with his thick denim crotch pressed against my butt, Shane whispered into my ear, "Don't worry faggot! Shady knows her way back to the ranch, you just sit back and enjoy the ride!"
Suddenly realizing that we were riding bareback, I figured this also must have been part of Shanes plan, leaving his saddle back at the ranch on purpose.
As we began moving away from the safety of my bedroom, and Shady started trotting a little too fast for my liking, my nerves were becoming a little frazzled.
Not knowing what to do with the reins I was now holding, quickly became the least of my worries.
My main fear now being the intense feeling of Shanes thick bulge, now humping my butt, as I began bouncing up and down on it, in rhythm to Shady's slow gallop.
As though reading my thoughts, Shane was quick to pick up on the incredible erotic sensations going through each of our bodies. "Feels good doesn't it fuckface? Yeeeeaaaah! You fuckin love the feel of my savage beast rubbing against your butt, don't you fagboy? Have you given any thought as to what we have planned for the next couple of days? WELL! Here's a hint, what you're feeling right now? is just a little sample of what you can expect, along with a beating from your's truly for not showing up at 5:30, you fuckin little homo!"
I panicked, not so much from the threat of a beating, I panicked because, I wasn't ready for such a huge step so soon! Giving three different dudes blow jobs within a 4 hour period was certainly bad enough, not to say I didn't enjoy tasting each of those young hot dicks, cause the truth is, I loved the taste!
FUCK! I'll even admit finally liking the taste of their young thick cream, though I refuse to admit that to Mr. Know it all Shane!
However! Letting some dude shove his cock up my butt, was a totally freaking huge step I wasn't yet ready to take!
As far as I was concerned, even the idea of spending a night at the ranch with the twins, was enough to send chills down my back, knowing how mean, and dominating Shane can be.
We weren't very long into our trip to the ranch, when I felt the bulge in Shanes denim jeans expand, hmmmmmmm I thought, at least one of us was enjoying this ride to the ranch!
I, on the other hand, was not enjoying this ride at all.
My butt felt as though it had already taken a pounding, and it hadn't even been penetrated.
Feeling Shanes arms tighten around my waist, as he inched himself in closer to my back, "So fagboy? When was the last time you got buttfucked?"
I gave up arguing the fact that his dick was the first dick to ever touch any part of my body, so I just simply said "never"
Shane leaned into my ear, "Well cumbreath? If that's true, you're in for a really fun time at the ranch! Plus! Blake and I have a nice little surprise lined up for you! Yep! by this time tomorrow, You'll be begging us to let you move into the ranch!"
My mind began racing, wondering what the surprise might be, that Shane has mentioned at least three times since last night. Also my mind was conjuring up an escape route from the ranch if things got too out of hand.
Raising different scenarios in my mind, as to what the twins had planed for me during the next two days, at least kept my mind off just how sore my butt was beginning to feel.
I made it a point to mention this to Shane. "Dude? Are we all most there? My ass is beginning to hurt like hell, not likely I'll be able to sit down for a while!"
I was surprised to hear a cute little chuckle come from Shane. "Listen up faggot, if you think your butt is sore now, trust me when I tell you that before you leave the ranch, you wont even be able to walk, let alone sit! Besides, I think you're actually loving this ride, aren't you queerboy?"
Reaching around and placing his hand on my crotch, he was quick to continue with his verbal abuse. "Yeah! You fuckin faggot, that's what I thought, you fuckin love the feel of my tight bulge rubbing up against your ass. Wait till you feel the real thing pounding your tight little hole, oooh yeeeeaaah! Then you'll be doing some major whining, damn you'll be fucking squealing like a pig. This will be my second time fucking a queer boys pussyhole, our last slave boy ran away last month, right after I fucked his ass for six straight hours, even his ma hasn't heard from him since, but you? I have a feeling you're gonna wanna stick around for a while"
It's true, I did have a hard-on, but it wasn't from the feeling of Shane humping my butt, with his massive crotch, riding up and down my denim crack!
It was the body contact, it was Shane holding me so tight.
It really didn't have anything to do with his cock.
However! I decided not to argue the point with him, my mind was on this other dude he and his bro made into their slave.
Was it really so horrible that he ran away from home? If so! What was it he ran away from? Was it the mental abuse, the physical abuse, the humiliation, or as Shane would like me to believe, from the pounding his ass took?
Whatever it was, it wont happen to me! I would never allow the twins to chase me out of town, so to speak!
As we approached the ranch, I was in awe as to how huge it was. The land seemed to spread for as far as I could see.
Even the ranch it self was gigantic, consisting of a huge home, surrounded by a bunch of small cottages. There were cowboys every where, real cowboys, wearing leather chaps of all colors, along with leather vests, tight faded jeans. Some of the ranch hands, were old, some middle aged, some as young as me, and the twins. All were waving to us as we road past them.
I wondered if they were all employed by Mr. Clayborne, and if so, what was he like to work for?
Was he a nice guy, or a hard ass like Shane?
Where did this need for a slave boy by the twins develop from?
Did their father have slaves as well?
I mean certainly Shane inherited his dominating personality from some one in the family, right?
If he didn't inherit his tough boy attitude from his father, then whom?
I understood that by the way Blake swore on his moms grave the other night, that she must have died, was there other brothers? Sisters?
All of my questions in time would be answered, even as to how their mom died, but for now, the twins had their own agenda lined up.
As Shane and I dismounted Shady, the twins led me to what they refer to as the family stable, where only the horses of the immediate family members were kept.
I thought this kind of odd, but after giving it some thought, it made sense.
The family itself did not share their living quarters with the hired ranch hands, why should their horses share the same stables?
After Shady and Sam were placed inside their stalls, the twins led me to the main building.
We were greeted by a hefty Mexican lady, I later found out was named Oriana.
She greeted us with a broad smile, and a very pleasant personality, offering us a snack, which was quickly and rather rudely rejected by Shane. "NO! We don't want any damn snacks! How many times do I have to tell you, when I'm hungry for a snack, I'll let you know? Now make yourself busy, while we show our new friend around."
I felt bad for the rudeness being shown her by Shane.
Blake on the other hand, seeing the happy smile begin to vanish, was a little more gentle with her. "awwww! Don't mind my brother, he's been grumpy since he woke up this morning. How's my girl today? Did you bake my favorite blueberry muffins this morning?"
Her warm smile returning, she winked at Blake, "Well of course I did Master Blake, would you like for me to bring a warm one up to your room for you, with a glass of milk?"
Smiling back, Blake took a rain check. "No thanks, I'm fine for now, but maybe a little later!"
I was quickly shuffled off to a grand staircase, which eventually led to what I assumed to be a bedroom belonging to one of the twins.
The bedroom was huge, with two king size beds, two rather large computer desks, and a bathroom the size of my bedroom back in Chicago.
I was informed that it was their room, which struck me as a little strange, considering the size of the main residence.
I couldn't help but wonder why, with all the space available to them, they chose to share a bedroom.
My look of surprise must have caught Shanes eyes. "So! You're probably wondering why we share the same bedroom?"
Catching me totally off guard with his abrupt question, I stared at Shane as though he was a freak of some kind. "Actually! The thing I have been wondering about the most, is how you so often have the ability, to read my mind"
A smirk now appearing on Shanes face, as he ignored my remark. "My brother and I had separate rooms, till I discovered he was a fag.
Then! when I realized that his mouth was so much warmer than my right hand. I forced him to move into my room with me! The two beds are just a cover, so our pa, and our friends don't ask questions.
Now faggot! Let's get to why you're here for the next couple of days."
I watched as Shane started stripping, not really needing for him to explain to me as to why I was here.
I knew he and his twin brother Blake, were going to use me in any way they chose.
I became their slave when I obediently sucked their cocks, just the day before, and I reconfirmed my position as their slave last night, in the back lot of the pool hall, when I made the promise to Shane, whatever, whenever, where ever, and again this morning, when I stuck my tongue up Shanes butt.
Yeah! There was no denying it now, I most definitely was their slave, for better or for worse. Whatever, whenever, Where ever!
Not hearing the words the first time around, I certainly heard them the second time. Shane screamed loud enough for the whole ranch to hear. "WHAT THE FUCK! I swear you must be deaf dude! Now fucking strip, before I really freakin beat on you! Take everything off but your underwear, then get down on all fours!"
I removed my sneakers, polo shirt, and cargo jeans. Watching me, with his fists doubled up, and resting on his hips, Shane yelled at me once again. "What the fuck dude? Are you trying to bust my ass, by taking your time, I already owe you a fuckin beatin, hurry up, and get those sox off!"
Before I even had the chance to obey his command, he let fly a solid punch to my still aching abs, forcing me to double over with pain.
Shane enjoyed his power over me, "So fagboy, how did that feel huh?"
While still doubled over from the pain my abs were feeling from the brute force of his fist, he pushed down on my shoulders, forcing my head between his powerful thighs. Now squeezing my head tightly, he continued adding pressure till my head felt like it would explode.
I placed my hands on his legs, feeling those bare rock hard muscles expand even more so.
I tried yelling out, but my head was held in such a tight vice like grip, that all the words trying to leave my mouth were inaudible.
I was getting dizzy, then I felt some severe punches attacking my sides.
With what little strength I had left, I started pounding on Shanes legs, as he continued to expand the muscles within them.
Suddenly I felt the room go black, I woke up laying inside a bathtub totally nude, with warm water splashing against my face, I opened my mouth to take some in, only to be shocked by the taste.
Opening my eyes and looking up, Both twins were standing over me, on the outside of the tub, side by side.
Both glaring down at me with evil grins, pissing full force onto my face.
Both wearing only tight black boxer briefs, I could only assume it was Shane now speaking. "Open your fuckin queer mouth, and drink up, queer boy. I know you don't wanna waste any of this. Do it Now fag! OPEN THAT FUCKIN MOUTH! and start drinking!"
Hearing the tone of Shanes voice become more stern, I did as I was told, taking in the hot piss, trying to swallow without tasting it, but it was no use, I could taste every drop as I gulped it down.
Now laughing and telling me what a pig I am, again assuming it was Shane talking, "Yeah! Look at you! You love the taste of our piss don't you, you fuckin pig!
Anyway, this is my routine from now on faggot, you get me mad enough to beat you up, and knock you out, I then wake you up with my hot piss, and beat you up till you pass out again, Then I'll wake you up with some more piss, I'll do this over and over again, till you learn to never, ever disobey me again. Sound kewl?"
I couldn't speak till the twins had stopped pissing, then I begged them not to beat me up any more. "DUDES? Please! I promise never to disobey you again, I'm so fucking sorry I over slept, I will never let it happen again, please, take my word on it? I've learned my lesson, I promise!"
The scowl on his face and the spit that flew from his mouth and landed on my lips, was proof enough, that it was Shane doing all the talking. "Tell you what we'll do faggot, you get busy licking the piss out of the tub, cleaning it up real good with your faggot tongue, then shower, and meet us in my bedroom! While Blake and I decide whether or not to give you another chance. You'll have to prove to us all over again, whether or not you're even worthy enough to be our slave boy"
I remained seated in the tub as the twins walked out of the bathroom. Once I finished licking their bath tub clean, I turned on the shower and washed any remaining piss off me. Then after shampooing my hair, I wrapped a towel around my waist and made my way into their bedroom.
Both dudes were busy working out, not sure which twin was which, I watched as one continued doing push-ups on top of a large leather mat, while the other was working on his upper body on what appeared to be a Solar Flex Machine.
I stood gazing at the two hot studs, wondering which was Shane. I tried desperately, to figure out a way to tell them apart. Yet other than Shanes rude and demanding voice, I never had a clue as to which was which.
Both twins being totally hot jocks, I just couldn't understand why it was Shane that turned me on so.
I even tried controlling my feelings towards him, thinking about all his negative points, as apposed to his hot looks and controlling nature. Yet it seemed the worse he treated me, the more I liked him. How sick is that?
I want so badly to hate him, yet everything he does to me, everything he says to me, remains in my mind as some sort of erotic porno flick, and as my mind replays his words, and his abuse towards me over and over again, I get so hard and excited, I practically shoot without even touching it.
I was beginning to get angry at myself for having such warm feelings for Shane, knowing any other normal dude in my situation would hate Shanes guts right about now, or even long before now, is more like it.
The twins work-out came to an abrupt end, as we heard some voices running up the stairs. "This had better be good, dudes! If we cancelled our camping trip for nothin, your asses are gonna get a good whoopin!"
All of our eyes were glued to the bedroom doorway as the voices got closer. "I can't believe we let you talk us into canceling our trip, you little shits" Then two totally hot identical twins came rushing into the room.
My mouth dropped open, as I faced yet another set of twins.
Now learning that the dude working his upper body was Blake, as he quickly placed the blame for them canceling their camping trip on Shane. "Hey bros, it weren't me that told ya to cancel your trip, so blame Shane not me. I told him you two planned this trip months ago."
Finishing his last pushups, Shane stood up from the mat. Not at all concerned with the threat of an ass kicking these two new twins had offered. "trust me dudes, you're gonna be thankin me before the nights over. Hey faggot, meet our brothers Casey and Cameron. Also known as Case and Cam. Case and Cam? Meet our new slave boy, also known as Faggot!"
My mind had to be playing tricks on me, something must have jiggled loose inside my head when Shane put me out, cause there was no way in hell this was happening.