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Chapter Thirty-two - a long first night, a new life
"Clean Him up, boi," Guns ordered as Mr. Terrazzo's condom covered cock found its way to my lips. i sucked the condom off in my mouth and swallowed its rich contents. As i was licking the shaft and balls clean i felt Tommy's cock force its way into my hole.
"Damn, Pop, it's still tight. I thought your horse cock might've ruined this pussy," He said enthusiastically. Mr. Terrazzo laughed.
"Boi cunts are like that, kid, very elastic until they get truly wrecked," He explained. i don't remember Tommy's response, only that He picked up His pace and fucked hard and fast. i did my best to squeeze His cock and clean up His Dad at the same time, but the fucking was so vigorous... the weights on my balls were tugging wildly. My mind raced everywhere at once.
Suddenly, Mr. Terrazzo's face was at ear level. He held my head still and spoke to me.
"You sure this is what you want, johnny? i know you're a pussyboi, but i like you and wanna make sure? i can get you out now, if you want. Otherwise, this is your life. Your Master seems like a good Man. Very generous..." He chuckled. It was almost a caring and concerned couple of sentences. i realized that one word from me, right then, might make all of this stop somehow. Mr. Terrazzo was a powerful Man and He cared for me. i was touched. i smiled.
"Mr. Terrazzo, Sir, i was born for this, Sir. It's all good and it's all my own decision, Sir, thank You, Sir." i smiled and grunted the words out as His kid repeatedly shoved His cock into my hole. Mr. Terrazzo patted me on the head and laughed to himself.
"You were a good renter, pussyboi. I'm glad you found your way in the world. Only two of my associates could get here with their boys tonight, on such short notice, so it won't exactly be the gangbang of your dreams, but you'll get what we both know you need." He patted my head a couple of times and disappeared as i thanked him.
A minute or two later, Guns stuck His fingers in my mouth and fished out the now empty condom.
"Just drop these empty chew toys out of your mouth, when you're done, boi. Can't have you choking for real" He laughed, rubbed my head and called for the next Man.
Then another cock filled me up all the way, i felt bushy pubes at my nose and gagged on the intensity of the throat fuck. It felt good to be skewered again. Tommy banging my ass and another young Man hammering my throat. My boi-dick throbbed, but i focused on the young Men and did my best to serve Them for my Master.
At some point the strap on my right arm was removed so i could jack the cock on-deck. Cocks came and went, lube was everywhere. My body was a mess of sweat. Guns occasionally adjusted the straps. i lost count f the loads i swallowed. 10? 12? More?
The younger Men fucked hard and fast and came in buckets, their Dads were a little rougher, spanking my ass and calling me names: faggot, cunt, pussy, and simply "hole" were repeated and slurred at me. The room smelled like cum and cigar smoke. Every once in a while a whiff of booze and body odor came to me. It was pig heaven.
Towards the end, there was a point when my hole just wouldn't close. The young Men thought this was hysterical. They took turns either long-dicking me or beating my ass with a belt in an effort to get me to focus on closing it. It went on forever. i was exhausted as the last one shoved His cock in my aching mouth for clean-up.
Ultimately, the noise quieted down and i heard the sound of the apartment door closing.
"Good performance, boi" Guns commended me as He removed the hood and loosened the restraints. The weight coming off my balls made me whimper. My boi-dick was still rock hard. i wanted to cum so bad, it was driving me crazy. Guns roughly massaged the feeling back into my limbs then helped me stand up. Only then did i notice that He was wearing a very form fitting tuxedo, like a waiter or bartender in a fine hotel. Damn, He looked hot.
"Tidy up this mess, boi, we'll be back tomorrow night for a good cleaning. Right now, I'm starving. Hurry it up." He ordered. i picked up a bunch of empty condoms, licking the floor where they landed. i wiped down the horse and carried the empty beer bottles and cocktail glasses from what was the living room to the kitchen. Guns was boxing up the remaining liquor - all top shelf stuff. i filled the sink up with soapy water and started washing the glassware.
i'd been naked in this space for the last couple of weeks, but still there was something about standing at the sink washing dishes in the nude that really got me hard. Guns phone rang and He was obviously talking to Pecs. i did my best to mind my own business and focus on my task. Guns came up behind me and squeezed my ass as He reported my progress to Pecs. A finger or two wormed its way up my hole.
"The boi did good. Two solid hours of exercise and its no where near wrecked. You know how young Bucks can rut." He laughed. "He got plowed by three of 'em. Hung Italian studs, all under the age of 25, I'd guess." My boi dick was now at full mast.
"The Daddies were pretty hung too. Of course, not like me, but decent." He laughed as He cradled the phone between His ear and shoulder, pulling my hips back from the sink enough to give Him access to my hard dick. i tried desperately to focus on washing the glassware as He stroked my dick and tugged on my blue balls. Pecs voice was muffled on the phone. The big neoprene stretcher was forced on my nuts again. Fuck, it ached like crazy, but my boi dick just dripped.
Guns stood up and wrapped up the report, then said we'd be back there soon and hung up. He set the phone down.
"Nice control work, boi," He said as He slowly stroked my throbbing boi-dick. "Even with all that protein in your belly, you must be hungry, eh?" My stomach growled.
"Sir, yes, Sir." i answered in a ragged breath. God i wanted to cum so bad. My legs started to shake. i could barely set the rinsed glassware down on the counter without shaking. Guns laughed as i set the last clean glass down and let the water out of the sink.
"OK, let's go." He said as He walked to the door, keys in hand. i crawled to the door and waited. He turned out the lights and opened the door. i went to stand, expecting my old gym shorts, and was commanded to stay down and follow. A look of panic must've swept across my face, because seconds later came Guns big right hand smacking me.
"Don't even think about hesitating, boi" He lectured, "you were told this morning that public exposure increases this week. Fuckin' deal with it!" Instantly, i lowered my head and kissed His highly polished, black dress shoes; acknowledging my place and thanking Him for it. Down the hall, down the stairs and out to the van, buck naked except for my cuffs, collar and ball stretcher. i crawled as best i could and kept my head down and at His left heel.
Impaling my used hole on the butt plug in my seat in the back of the van was fairly easy. He locked my cuffs and we were off. It was a short drive to His and Pecs place. He didn't talk, i really just enjoyed the ride, secure in my restraints, content as a freshly fucked boi. i looked down to see my boi-dick hard as a rock and balls stretched and angry red. Life was good.
At the house, i was fed at the table with Pecs and Guns. We had a really open and honest conversation about Mr. Terrazzo and the event. They filled in the gaps in my story, describing Tommy and the other young Men as well as Mr. Terrazzo's associates. There were laughs as well as instructions. i spoke and commented only when invited. my voice was a little hoarse. While i was clearly the slave in the room, They made me feel comfortable in my own skin during the meal, but never let me forget my place.
As we finished eating, They ordered me to clean up the dishes and reflect on what i could've done better today. They gave me exactly 30 minutes to clean up the dining room and kitchen, and then i was to come find them in the basement. After thanking them, they left and i hurried about my chores, reflecting on my day.
i felt like i could have serviced the runners more completely in the morning. i could have more proudly displayed my lowered zipper. i could have offered to help Guns more with the set-up for Mr. Terrazzo. i should have voiced more gratitude to the Men who used my holes and maybe should have begged them to stretch my nuts further. i should have followed Guns outside naked unquestionably. That 30 minutes of reflection made me realize that i had a long ways to go to be a truly obedient boi.
Kitchen and dining room spotless, i made my way to the basement. It was warm down there. i knocked at the door.
"C'mon in, boi. Crawl!" Pecs ordered. i knelt, opened the door and crawled in. Pecs and Guns were waiting, both naked and hard. Pecs was stroking Guns huge cock. As i neared Them, Pecs squatted down and forced two of His finger down my throat, making me gag a little. i immediately thought i was going to puke up the dinner I'd just ate. My mouth filled with saliva. He pulled out His fingers and fed me Guns cock.
"Deep breath. All the way down, boi. Jaw wide, tongue out." He coached, then grabbed my collar and shoved it home. Maybe it was the use early that night or maybe it was Pecs strong arm pulling relentlessly on the collar, but i obeyed and watched inch after inch disappear until my nose was nestled in His tightly trimmed bush. You don't breathe around 12 inches of cock, it's impossible. As taught, i kept my gaze upwards. i felt tears roll down my cheeks and a tingling sensation creep across my torso. i held my hands together behind my back with all my might. As i started to see stars, Pecs loosened His grip and pulled me off. Guns cock was replaced by Pecs tongue, kissing me fully.
"Good boi," He said when He pulled back. "Nurse on that cock while i explain a few things about the next four weeks." i worshipped the cock and listened closely.
"Every night there will be some degree of training once you take care of your chores. You'll come down here and enter into this computer your reflections for improvement." He grabbed my head and directed my eyes towards a small laptop in the corner of the room. i never let the cock escape my lips.
"Minimum of five reflections, but closer to ten is better, boi. A degree of maintenance punishment will be administered once you have everything written down. Maintenance punishments are going to be a part of your life from now on, boi. Every night for the length of your servitude, maintenance punishments will be applied to help shape you and focus you into the most obedient boi possible." He lectured. To emphasize the point, Guns grabbed my collar and shoved His full cock down my throat and held me there. The words "most obedient boi possible" rang through my head as i struggled to hold still, impaled on 12-inches of cock in my throat. A hard slap across my face reminded me to keep my eyes open and fixated upwards on Guns sneering face.
On the edge of passing out, He shoved me backwards, off His cock and onto the floor.
"GO! Type in your reflections now, boi." He ordered. i crawled over and began typing them in. There were more rules, designed to objectify me. No pronouns when typing. "I" was now "it." Short sentences, good grammar, no spelling errors. The list looked like this:
- it must service runners more completely and eagerly in the mornings. 2. it must proudly display its lowered zipper. 3. it must help more with the set-up for training. 4. it must voice more gratitude to the Men who use its holes. 5. it must beg for more stretching to its Master's boi-balls. 6. it must follow all commands and never question outside nakedness.
The list was deemed "satisfactory, for now." i was ordered over to Pecs, who was now seated on a simple wooden chair. He was naked. His muscular legs spread wide framing His beautiful niner. i was introduced to the wheelbarrow position for spanking. Basically, resting the front of each of my thighs on top of His thighs, placing my ass like a bongo drum to be beat in front of Him. My arms and head were to remain as upright as possible, chin up, face forward. After every second stinging slap to my ass, i was to thank Him and repeat the reflection and promise improvement.
Hard slap to the right cheek, hard slap to the left. "Sir, thank You, Sir, it must service runners more completely and eagerly in the mornings, Sir, it promises improvement, Sir." And again, slaps to each cheek, mantra repeated loud and clear. "Sir, thank You, Sir, it must service runners more completely and eagerly in the mornings, Sir, it promises improvement, Sir."
For most reflections, it seemed to be about ten spankings. It was an intense struggle to maintain the position and not scream out. Guns paced around me. Pushing me back into good form when i got weak, often rubbing His huge cock across my face for His amusement. Occasionally, stroking my boi dick so that it was hard the entire time.
For the last two reflections, Pecs gripped my trapped, tender boi-balls and added a stinging slap to them as well. It was a struggle not to wretch or vomit. It was incredibly intense. i was a sweaty mess when the final spankings were administered. i cried and thanked them both profusely at the end.
i was ultimately led to another room off the dungeon. It contained a small cell with iron bars and a tiled shower area, sink and toilet in the opposite corner. i was told this space was mine for now, but another boi would soon be joining me, probably next week. i showered, the water was never hot, but not really cold either, and it was really just a rinse. i cleaned out my hole, brushed my teeth and then settled down on a rough cot with a simple little blanket in the cell. Pecs came in a forced my boi-dick into a chastity device for the night. Then, i was locked in, lights went off and i fell asleep with my ass on fire, completely exhausted.