Note: this is chapter two of the story "Gay Sluts for the Weekend" (original publication date: December 2, 2007 in Authoritarian and Piss categories)
Michael dressed himself first. Jon and I got to see his glorious body: slightly tanned, slightly hairy, and just muscly enough all over. His pecs were very well defined and blanketed with a thin layer of black hair. His nipples were large and dark pink, complete with nipple rings. His abs were firm with a bit of definition throughout. The abs were also covered with hair that led down to his well-trimmed pubic hair. Below that was his glorious cock: thick and meaty. Just small enough to fit in my mouth, but big enough for my ass to really feel something. His cockhead was a little larger than his 7 inch shaft that had a pair of visible veins. Two very low-hung, shaved balls finished the package. Michael started by putting on a thick metal cockring. He added a black jockstrap with a detachable front and chaps. On top, he selected a fine five-point harness as well as matching biceps straps. He finished his outfit with a pair of heavy boots and a black jacket that covered his otherwise naked ass.
"Now it's time for the sluts to get dressed. For you two little cockwhores, I have complete outfits!"
With that, he went over to his closet, opened a drawer, and pulled out two CB-2000s.
"To get these on, you'll both have to lose those erections I see tenting out your filthy jockstraps. Jon, go get some ice."
Jon ran to the kitchen and quickly returned with a tray of ice cubes.
"Use the ice on each other to get rid of those pointless erections. And do it fast!"
A few minutes later, Jon and I had both lost our erections, and Michael had locked - quite literally locked with a padlock - the CB-2000s in place.
"I'll probably let you take them off on Sunday," Michael smirked, "IF you both behave like good little sluts."
Michael then produced two filthy and tiny black jockstraps. They were obviously well abused: covered with cum and reeking of piss. Jon and I quickly pulled them over our now-chastised cocks; even without our erections, the jockstraps were too small and barely encased our powerless packages.
"To make sure that those butt plugs don't wiggle out, I've also got these," Michael said as he held up two pairs of really small, stretchy white boxer briefs.
Jon and I pulled and stretched the fabric over our bodies with only limited success. The combination of the tiny jockstrap and tiny boxer briefs left little to the imagination. The white cloth clung to our ass cheeks and invaded our cracks. To accommodate our packages, the jockstrap and boxer brief were pulled down to just the top of our cocks. If we had had any pubic hair, it would have all been visible. And if it weren't for the CB-2000 providing the unnatural bump at the top of our cocks, the fabric would likely have slipped right off.
Beyond the dog collar that Michael said would also stay on all weekend, our outfits were complete. We weren't even allowed shoes or even a jacket for the walk to and from the car.
"And off to the club we go boysluts!"
Jon and I, more embarrassed than we had ever been in our lives, sprinted from the front door to the car, only to be left standing, nearly naked, outside for 5 minutes. Sadistic Michael had let us run ahead of him and then locked us outside. A few cars passed his house and surely noticed what they thought were a pair of male prostitutes. Little did they know, we were such cum worshippers that we didn't even get paid for our services; we got humiliated for them.
The car ride was only about fifteen minutes, but Michael made expedient use of his detachable jockstrap and pulled out his cock. "Suck it, bitch." I leaned over, taking his dick into my mouth and slurping up and down the length of his shaft as Michael continued to drive.
At the club, Michael pushed me off of his cock, stuffed it back into the jockstrap, and snapped the jock closed. "Don't worry, you'll be doing that again soon enough. Now, out of the car."
Jon and I peevishly stepped out of the car and into the full view of the five or so guys standing around the club. It was obvious that we were there as sluts to be used. There was another guy there much like us: he had on only a jockstrap and nipple clamps complete with nipple weights. The other guys were slapping his ass a bit. As we walked past them, one of them grabbed my nipple and twisted it hard. Michael just winked at the guy and pulled me along.
Once inside, we could see the bar. It was fairly typical for a bar: a long counter with bar stools tables on the side and tables in the back. The bartenders were young and cute: lithe, hairless, and wearing only little leather hotpants. They nodded a "hello" at Michael. Michael ordered three beers and sat down in a booth. Jon and I sat down next to him, which was a mistake.
"Did I say you could sit down? No! You two little whores need to know your place. Lynn, get down there and start sucking my cock again. And Jon, I want you to go up to the bar, bring me back the beers, and then I want you to kneel behind Lynn and start worhsipping my boots."
Jon and I quickly jumped into action, submitting to our humiliating place. Michael drank two of the beers, ordering us to trade places between beers. Our tongues never stopped working: first up and down the length of Michael's satisfying cock, then all along his slick black boots.
When the first two beers were gone, Michael stood up and addressed the twenty or so guys that were in the bar. "Men, and sluts, these two whores have not done a very good job of learning their place today. To show them their true, low place, I want to play a bit of Russian roulette. One beer glass has real beer in it. I want you to pass the other two around and piss into the empty glasses. Just a little bit, no need to empty your whole fucking inside into the glass. Men, feel free to make your slaves dribble their own piss into the glasses too."
The men (and the other sluts) laughed at our reddening selves and proceeded to pass the beer glasses around, pulling out their cocks and adding their own piss to the communal mix. Jon and I just watched all the cocks coming out, studying each one in awe but also realizing where all of that piss was bound to go. We had never seen some many live cocks in such rapid fire. Each one was a little treat: some smaller, some larger, some hairy, some smooth, tan, white, black, and on. Twenty-two individual cocks (I counted), all mesmerizing to Jon and me, the cockwhores. In the meantime, Michael went over and talked to two of the other men and their sluts.
When the beer glasses were full, all the men gathered around Michael and his two very nervous whores. "So, this is the deal. Two of these glasses have piss in them, foul communal piss. One glass has good old beer in it. My two sluts here will each drink a glass, the third will be poured over them as a victory glass. Sluts, you may each choose your glass, but you may not drink until I tell you to."
Jon picked the glass on the left, and I picked the glass in the middle.
"Okay," Michael said, "now for the fun part. Rich and Steve, please show my two little sluts the nice addition that you have for their glasses."
On cue, Rich and Steve - two gorgeous men, both built like Jon Rich with more hair, Steve with less - spun their respective slaves around, bent them over, and held one of the selected beer glasses just under the slaves' assholes. The other men started hollering and Jon and I were mortified when we all realized what was happening. The two slaves had just been bred and were now shitting out the cum from their slutty asses into our beer glasses. The room got quite as the milky (thank god it wasn't brown) jizz leaked down the slaves' shaved asses and dripped into our beer glasses.
Rich passed his beer glass to me, and Steve's passed his beer glass to Jon.
"Drink up. Fast! And don't spill a drop or stop!" Michael yelped.
Jon and I downed the "beers" as fast as we could. Mine turned out to be the elixir of communal pisses with Rich's spooge thrown in for good measure. Jon wound up with the actual beer but still had to drink down Steve's jizz for shits and giggles.
As we began to set the beer glasses down, Michael poured the other glass of piss over our heads.
"Now, boys, let's have some real fun."
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