This story in not completely fictional. Nor is it the truth and nothing but the truth. The names have definitely been changed to protect the guilty. We are all disease free and stay that way by protecting ourselves whenever we play with anyone but each other. Descriptions of unprotected sex are fictional because I'm imaginative and not stupid.
You know the rules... Don't read this if you're a minor or are offended by gay or BDSM expression. Don't even think about reproducing or publishing it without my permission. Remember, I have sadistic friends who like to punish people! <>
Chapter 2: Humiliation
The phone conversation with Scott was winding down. We'd been talking for a while. He likes the phone. Dennis hates it because he uses it too much for work. Scott and I often talk on the phone while Dennis works at home. He's always reading or working on some report or another. He'd obviously finished up and I could hear him talking to Scott in the background.
"Tell the fuck I want him here early tomorrow. I want him horny and ready for me." Dennis was relaying the message to me through Scott.
"Did you hear him," Scott asked?
"Yeah, I got it." I replied a little too casually. I guess it came through in my voice because Scott instantly started chastising me.
"Did you forget who you're talking to asshole?" His tone was low and biting. It told me that Dennis was listening and was either not in a good mood or was horny as hell.
"No, Sir. I heard him. I'm sorry Sir. I didn't mean to be disrespectful." I back peddled as fast as I could. I didn't want to piss him off before the weekend even started.
"You'll be more sorry tomorrow. I guarantee it". It was more an assurance from him than a threat to me. "He wants to talk to you."
The next voice I heard was Dennis' deep but quiet voice. "I want you here at six o'clock tomorrow night. Don't you dare be even one minute late! Not one fucking minute! You know the rules and you'd better follow them to the letter because I am looking for every reason to punish you. Do you understand that?"
"Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir." I replied in my most submissive voice.
"You are going to suffer, asshole. I am so in the mood to watch you suffer." It was barely more than a whisper, as he hung up. My stomach was clenching and my dick was rock hard as I hung up the phone....
I pull into the driveway right on time. Dan's car is there as well as another car I don't recognize. Fuck! That means there's an audience, and things are always worse with an audience. Scott likes to perform and Dennis likes to show that he controls me. I take a deep breath as I press the clicker to open the garage so I can pull into my space.
I breathe in deep regular breaths as I strip out of my clothes and put them back in the car. I check my chain collar and lock, which is my mark from Dennis. My ankle chain is from Scott and my earrings are from Dan. I never take any of them off. I look down at my trimmed chest and pubic bush more to reassure myself than to inspect them. I'm struggling to keep my heart rate down and my breathing regular as I drop to all fours, open the door, and enter the house crawling and seeking them out. I hear them in the downstairs sitting room, which is on the same level as the garage. I crawl toward the noise with my head down. I enter slowly trying to decide exactly what to do next. My heart is racing.
They're sitting and talking as I enter and there is no immediate acknowledgement of my presence. They're sitting in the leather club chairs in a horseshoe pattern. Dennis is in the center chair obviously confident and in command. The two strangers are sitting on his right. They are young, black, big, and serious looking. They are both well dressed in designer jeans and button down shirts which makes me ever so much more conscious of being naked and on all fours.
Scott is sitting next to him on the left. He is wearing thin white carpenter pants and a skintight dark red tee shirt. No shoes. Dan is obviously still in his dress clothes from work.
Dennis is wearing a pair of jeans and nothing else. His bare feet are stretched in front of him and his legs are crossed at the ankles. He separates his ankles and I take that as my signal to kneel before him and place my forehead on the floor between his feet. I know to spread my knees as far as possible leaving me naked with my bare ass in the air and my cock and balls hanging between my legs for everyone to see.
The talking continues and I don't hear Scott rise from his chair, but the new silence hits me an instant before Scott's belt lashes across my ass. It's wide and stiff leaving a quick sting and a dull ache in its wake. No one talks, they just watch as the blows land in a slow, constant rhythm. Each blow is slightly harder than the one before it. I don't dare move but it gets harder and harder not to flinch and I can't help the gasps as each crack lands. Dennis slides his feet under my face and I kiss and lick them. They are my reward, a gift to distract me from the pain of the assault on my ass. I worship his feet.
Scott's no fool and knows me well. He doesn't want me to have the distraction. He grabs my collar and pulls me toward the bathroom. The others follow us in and he lifts the toilet seat and pushes my head into the bowl. "Put your tongue in the water!" His belt cracks down on my ass as he gives the command. A second crack lands much harder before I can obey him. I put my tongue in the water and he continues to crack down on my ass. There's no distraction from my pain and humiliation this way. Someone grabs my balls tightly and pulls me backward. My reaction is to pull back and follow my balls. The belt lands hard as I'm commanded, "Keep your fucking tongue in the water. Don't you dare pick up your head"! Several more cracks land down on my poor ass as my balls are squeezed, twisted and pulled backwards from my body. They're pulled upward and I have no choice but to rise slightly up from my knees while keeping my tongue in the toilet water.
My head gets pulled from the bowl by my hair and I'm forced to look each of them in the eye. I'm so embarrassed and humiliated. Dan steps up with his crotch directly in front of my face as he unzips his pants and pulls out his dick. His stream passes directly in front of my face as he pisses in the bowl. His eyes are boring into mine as he pees. He shakes out the last few drops and puts his dick back in his pants. He zips them keeping the tension in the air. His tone is quiet and serious, "Now, drink it." I know there's no way to avoid it but it takes me a second to process what he's saying. "Lap it up." His tone is flat and even. There's not a sound as everyone stares down waiting for me to obey him. I stick my head in the bowl and lap up his piss. It's diluted with the toilet water but it is still pungent. I lick up a good bit before I'm commanded to crawl back inside and kneel in the center of the sitting room. They all take their original seats. Scott smiles and winks at me. Dan is grinning. The two guests look remarkably comfortable and at ease.
Dennis is all business as he asks me, "Do you want to stay?"
"Yes, Sir." I'm being honest and sincere.
"You're going to be treated like shit. You know that."
"Yes, Sir."
"Then why do you want to stay?" He conducts the questioning with all the seriousness of a lawyer in a courtroom.
"Because I like it, Sir. Because I get off on it, Sir. Because it's my place, Sir."
"If you stay these are the rules: 1- Everyone here is your superior. You will be obedient and respectful to each one of us. 2- You will be disciplined and punished as we see fit and you'll take it like a man. 3- You'll be beaten, tortured, and humiliated just because we enjoy it. 4- We're going to use every part of your body to give us pleasure and every part of your body to give you pain. Do you want to stay?"
"Yes, Sir. Please let me stay. Please." My tone is pleading. My seven, inch dick is rock hard and fully engorged for all of them to see. My big balls are hanging low in my sack, which is still red from the squeezing and pulling it received in the bathroom. My bright red ass is on fire from the belt. I can see their engorged baskets in each of their pants. I don't want to leave. "Please let me stay? I'm begging you. Please, Sir" Dennis says nothing. The silence hangs. The tension is thick.
One of the black guys moves to stand beside me. He opens his pants and pulls out his cock. It's big and full but not hard. His dick is so close I can smell his faint body odor. He puts the end of it in my mouth and I can tell by his muscles tensing that he's going to piss in my mouth. The flow starts slowly. It stops and starts. Then it rips. His stream is hot and fast as he fires his piss into my mouth. I swallow as fast as I can but some still dribbles out of my mouth. It runs down my chin, onto my chest. It travels into my bush and seeps to the side of my dick and balls. It travels down my leg and forms a small puddle on the tile floor. I frantically try to swallow because I know my punishment will be in direct proportion to the size of that puddle. He slides his hand along the length of his shaft to push the last couple of drops into my mouth. The crack from Scott's belt lands on my ass before the guy even puts his dick away. The cracks continue to land as I lick up every drop from the floor. I don't stop licking till he stops hitting and I'm left gasping for breath. The involuntary tears are streaming down my face and my nose is running beyond my control. I bend to kiss Scott's feet and thank him for punishing me. I kiss the black guys boots and thank him for pissing in my mouth and apologize for letting some spill.
I get back in a kneeling position with my hands clasped behind my head, and I beg, "Please let me stay. Please." I see the first glint in Dennis' eyes and I know that he's starting to enjoy himself. He stands suddenly, grabs my collar and drags me to my feet. He pulls me outside beyond the pool deck into the grass. He pushes me back laying me down in the grass and pisses all over me. I don't move or resist. I lay there covered in his piss. The other black guy pees on me as well. He spits on me. He kicks me in the side. He curses and insults me. I lie there and take it.
Scott's voice is strong but not loud. "Get on your knees and open your mouth." I do as he says and he stands about three feet in front of me and pisses using my mouth as his target. His aim is pretty good but he still sprays all over me. He moves closer and shakes his drops onto my face. "Now lick it clean." I lick off his dick to be sure to get every drop from him. I've done this a thousand times before. "Now, lick yourself off. Lick off as much piss as you can reach." FUCK! I've never had to do this before! I fucking hate it as I obey him. "You look like a fucking dog licking yourself clean like that. You fucking low life!" He drags me on all fours by my collar to the nearest tree. He cracks my incredibly sore ass. "Now lift your leg and piss like a dog. You lick yourself clean like a dog so now you can piss like one!" This is so fucking humiliating. I lift my leg and really struggle to start my stream. Finally, my piss flows and flies everywhere soaking my thigh.
Dan uses his foot to push my leg down. "Piss like a bitch! You don't deserve to piss like a male dog. You squat and piss, bitch!" I finish pissing in a squatting position. He uses his foot again to push me straight down into the grass. "Don't you move you fucking low life bitch! Stay in your own puddle of piss until we tell you that you can move." I just lay there as they all go back into the house.