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Chapter 7
So you know how sometimes you have a little idea, and fate steps in and your little idea becomes an event? Well, tonight was about to turn into that.
I pulled into Blain's driveway at 6:45, and he came right out to meet me. We hugged then he checked out the goods sitting in the passenger seat.
"Damn, you didn't lie! He's fuckin hot!" Blain said. "Does he know whats going on?"
"Naw," I replied, "He'll do what he's told, he doesn't need to know beforehand"
"Sweet dude, Jake is inside, and, I kinda got a surprise for you."
"Oh yea? What's that?" I asked.
"Well," he began, "before Jake and I started dating, he was kinda involved with someone. Well, actually, two someones. See, Jake started fooling around with one of his teachers. This dude is in his 20's. Who also has a boyfriend. Well, long story short, giving what you told me earlier, I invited them over to join the festivities. They'll be here shortly."
"FUCK YEA MAN!" I exclaimed, high fiving Blain. "I couldn't have planned this better if I tried! So they're down to working over a slave?"
"Hell, yea! They're cool guys, definetly kinky from what Jake told me."
"Alright, go hide Jake till I get my slave in the house. I don't want him seeing anyone till its time."
Blain ran into the house as I let Scotty out of the car and took him inside, right into a bedroom. Shutting the door, I went to the livingroom and met Jake. Of course he was a hot dude. 6ft, piercing blue eyes, dark, curley hair, and a killer smile. We shook hands and sat down to wait for the others to arrive. We didn't have to wait long. 5 after 7, the doorbell rang and Blain jumped up to answer it. He returned with two nice looking guys. Aaron, the teacher, and his boyfriend Ken. Aaron was about 5ft 10in, short brown hair, brown eyes, and a beard. Ken was about 6ft, also short brown hair, and green eyes. We all shook hands and sat down while I pulled out the starters, a bottle of whiskey, and those little blue pills.
"Alright gentlemen," I said popping a pill and taking a swig, "lets get this party started!" We passed the libations around, and I pulled a bag of joints out. "Everyone cool?" I asked. No one had objections. "Sweet, hang tight, I'll be back" I went to the bedroom with my bag, and told Scotty to strip. I placed a blue pill on the tip of my tongue and fed it to him. After he was naked, I took out a leather c/b harness, putting it on as tightly as I could. Next came leather wrist and ankle restraints, and finally a collar and leash. I took out a sharpie pen and told Scotty to turn around. On his back in big, fat letters I wrote, Please Fuck Me! Right above his ass I wrote, Fuckhole, please cum inside, with an arrow pointing to his asshole. On his chest I wrote, I am a worthless cumdump slut. I gave Scotty a few instructions then told him to follow me.
"On your hands and knees bitch!" I ordered. Scotty dropped to his knees and followed me out while I pulled on his leash. We entered the living room to hoots and whistles, and laughter at the degrading words on his body, much to Scotty's embarrassment, but he didn't hesitate and headed to the first person as instructed, learning it was just better to do as he was told. It happened to be Blain. I filmed the action on my phone.
"I am Scotty Sir," he began, on his knees, hands clasped behind his head exposing his chest and bound cock and balls. "I am your cumdump for the evening. Please use me for your pleasure." As he uttered that statement, his cock quickly grew rock hard to his embarrassment, and to the joy of everyone else. He continued around the room, repeating his plea to be a cumdump to every man, all captured on video.
I pulled out a gasmask and placed it over Scotty's head. It had a long tube connected to it, and I lit a joint, taking a deep toke, exhaling the smoke into the tube. Scotty's mask filled with smoke causing him to cough. But he had no choice but to inhale. Whiskey and joints were passed around, with everyone exhaling into the gasmask. Soon everyone was loose and horny, especialy Scotty. Time to start the real party!
I removed the mask and led our toy to the dining room table, bending him over it. His legs were quickly secured to the table legs, and his arms pulled over his head and secured. He could wiggle a little bit, but not much.
So we decided to pick the order based on cock size, smallest to largest. We got naked and grabbed a ruler. Ken was to be first with a 6 1/2 inch cock. Next would be Jake, with 7 1/2 inches. Aaron would follow with a surprising 9 inches, then of course Blain and yours truely.
"Ok bitch, now you get your punishment for being stupid earlier." I whispered in his ear. I pulled out a thick wooden paddle and handed it to Ken. "Give him ten good ones buddy. Don't hold back. Then fuck the shit out of him! And you bitch," I said to Scotty, "count each one as such, 1 Sir! 2 Sir!"
Ken wasted no time, raised the paddle high, and WHACK! Scotty screamed in shock and yelled "1 Sir!" Ken quickly landed 9 more hard whacks, Scotty screaming, but counting every one. Ken then plunged his hard cock right into Scotty's exposed hole, ramming him with all he had. Scotty wailed loudly as his ass burned inside and out. But it would only get worse.
"Fuck this is some hot pussy!" Said Ken as he ravaged my slave. "Take my cum you fucking slut!" he yelled, pumping the first load of the evening into the cumdump. All of this being captured on phones.
Jake stepped up next. He was a strong fucker, and for a split second I almost felt sorry for Scotty, but that quickly passed. He administered his 10 fast and hard. Bam, Bam, Bam! Scotty could barely keep up counting as he screamed in pain. Jake then jumped on Scotty and gave him a fast jackhammer fuck, not taking long to shoot.
Aaron took a little more time beating Scotty's red, hot ass, savoring abusing the hot, young jock. When it came time to fuck him, he placed the tip of his cock at Scotty's dripping hole, and made him beg for the cock.
"Please," Scotty pleaded through his tears, "please fuck me Sir! PLEASE!" With that Aaron rammed his cock in the slick hole, then pounded the daylights out of it, yelling as he filled the jocks pussy with his load. "Oh Fuck yea, you filthy slut! You dirty little whore! Now you know what that ass was made for! For men to FUCK!"
I told Blain to wait just a moment before he started. I pulled out a bottle of poppers and poured some on a dirty sock and tied it around Scotty's nose. As waves rushed through his body, Blain commensed his beating. Scotty could barely count as his head swirled and his ass burned, sobbing as he counted. Blain fucked him just as hard as he could, while the little whore moaned and begged for more, his ass riding the big cock as the pain became exquisite pleasure. "Goddamn, his pussy is squeezing my big cock like a vice! He's a greedy cock pig! He's sucking the cum right out me!" he cried as he pumped another load into Scotty.
Finally, it was my turn. Scotty's ass was flaming red and welted. I laughed knowing he would be feeling this for days, everytime he sat down, the burning would remind him of tonight. I gave him the hardest whacks I could, showing no mercy. Scotty was beyond screaming, or even crying, transported to another dimension. I fucked my bitch hard, loving the feeling of all that cum up there, my huge cock pushing it all deep inside him. When I came, I couldn't help but smack his ass with my hand, feeling the heat flowing off it. Scotty just kind of babbled incoherently, his eyes off in another world. A world of pain and pleasure. A world he never new existed just 24 hours ago. I pulled out of his thoroughly used cunt, and shoved the fat butt plug in him to hold the cum in. He barley flinched as it popped into his hole. I leaned in his ear and said, "Remember when I told you that you had doubled your punishment slave? Well that was just the first half." Scotty just groaned and closed his eyes.
We untied him from the table, marveling at his still rock hard cock. It was a purple color at this point. I grabbed his collar, dragging him into the living room, placing the gas mask back on his head. His wrists were attached to his ankle restraints, so he layed there, legs in the air, exposed. More joints and whiskey all around, giving Scotty lots of second hand smoke.
Soon it was time for part two. This time I pulled out a riding crop, handing it to Ken. "20 strokes to his left foot." I told him. Ken brought the crop down hard on the sole of his foot, over and over. I didn't require Scotty to count this time, but he howled at this new torture. We wasted no time. Jake quickly administered 20 strokes to his right foot. Tears ran fresh from Scotty as he writhed in pain, his cock never going soft. Aaron administered 20 hard strokes to his left nipple, nailing the bud dead on till it was red and swollen. Blain did the same to his right nipple, as Scotty thrashed his head back and forth, screaming, but never begging for it to stop. He soon had two puffy, swollen titties ripe for more abuse. Then it was my turn....