Bobby pulled up to a house and told me to get out. We walked up to the front door. It was a typical suburban house, on a street full of them. I could see the next door houses and the houses across the street they were all similar.
When we reached the front door, Bobby told me, "Once inside this door, you may not speak, no matter what, until you are told to speak. And I can tell you that is going to be a long time before you are told to speak. At times I will be with you at times I will not be with you. But remember you trust me and I know you can do this."
"It is the most important evening of your life. There will be many more that will be more fun, but none that will be more trying or more rewarding." That made my heart beat faster and my stomach tighten. "All the stuff we have done so far has led up to this place and this time. Again, I believe in you or I wouldn't have brought you here to meet my uncle unless I did.
"Now take some deep breaths and take off your clothes. You will not be needing them the rest of them the night." I trembled then and looked at Bobby. There was so much I wanted to say and to ask and do, but it was too late now. I was here and I felt I could not do anything but continue. I didn't want to disappoint Bobby. But then I thought, no I really wanted to do this for myself.
I didn't even look around. It felt to me like the whole neighborhood was outside on their lawn or porch and they were looking at me as I removed my shirt and the pushed down my shorts. My rock hard cock bobbed up and I swallowed again and tried to calm my nerves. I had no clue what was going to go on. Bobby had not even given me a hint.
Bobby picked up the clothes and put them in a box on the outside of the house. Then he took a blindfold out and put it over my eyes and tied it tightly. I could not see anything, not even shadows or flashes of light. I heard the door open and Bobby led me inside.
He took me by the elbow and led me down and around a corner or two to a room. I had no clue if his uncle was there and had been watching me walk naked through his house. And then I thought I don't know if there are any other people out there seeing me walk around naked and hard. I blushed and my cock jumped.
"Kneel." Bobby instructed. I knew it was tile, because it was cold on my feet. I knelt. Bobby told me to put my head down. He pushed it down to the cold floor and told me to keep it there. I felt something cold touch my hole and then begin to slide in. It was lubed and went in easily. Once in, I felt a warm rush of water and knew I was getting an enema.
I tried to relax and let it happen, but I was so nervous, my stomach was churning and I could feel the fluid gurgling in my guts. I felt myself sweating even though it was cool in this room; that I assumed was a bathroom. I kept feeling more and more gushing into my body. I began to feel cramps and wondered when it would stop. Yet it kept rushing in. I knew I couldn't cry out or ask him to stop. He had told me I could do this and I wanted to show him I could, but Fuck! it hurt!
I started clamping my ass around the hose in my ass, trying to block the flow, but that didn't help. When I felt sure that I would bust, the flow stopped. But the tube wasn't removed. It was left there. Then I felt another gush of fluid. Shit!
Then it stopped again and I kept my head against the floor enjoying the coolness of the tile against my hot forehead. Then I felt the tube being withdrawn from my ass. I started to rise up and Bobby pushed me back down. He didn't say a word.
I just had to stay there with my ass in the air with the mixture gurgling in me. How long I stayed in that position, I had no idea, but it felt like an eternity. The pressure began to build up more and more the longer I stayed there.
Several times I thought it was just going to gush out on its own. But I clamped down each time and gritted my teeth and tried to push through the pain. I kept thinking of Bobby and his belief in me.
Finally, I felt his hand on my arm and I was being raised up. I kept my ass clamped tight as I stood. I wanted to cry out in agony as I tried to stand up straight. Bobby moved me around and then pushed me down and I realized I was not going down onto a toilet, but some kind of pail or something. I wanted to let loose so bad, but I waited for the okay.
Finally Bobby tapped me on the shoulder and I knew it was okay. I moaned and sighed as the fluid gushed out of me. I blushed knowing Bobby was seeing this and who knew whom else and that thought brought a rush of panic. What if other people were seeing this humbling moment? Dave squatting on a pail letting his ass fluids rush out him.
When I was finished, a wet cloth was placed in my left hand. I knew to use it to clean my ass and then my thighs and legs. When I finished. I held it out. It was removed from my hand and a warm one was placed in my hand to clean my hands with I supposed.
I wiped them and then Bobby took it and lifted me up under my arm. I stood and tried not to stagger. But I stood up and pushed my shoulders back. Bobby patted me on the back and then moved me out of that room onto something carpeted and then down I guess a hall to another room. This one had a smooth floor.
Bobby started putting straps on for me. It must be the harness. I felt him try to work the cock ring on. He couldn't get it on over my hard cock. He told me, "Make it go down."
I was so nervous, but it was easier with the blindfold on. There were no sensations around me, no sounds, no site and no smells or anything to touch. So in that vacuum it was easier to focus and soon I was at my place in the sierras and was walking along the trail enjoying the sites and sounds. I don't know how long I was there, but Bobby working the ring over my now softer cock and then to include the balls dragged me back to reality.
"You will have to do that at least one more time tonight. You did well." He continued to adjust straps, lifting arms and spreading my legs. I was a mannequin and he was manipulating me.
He patted me on the butt, "You look good! Now, I am going to lead you to another location, just relax and take deep breaths." He said that so ominously, that he got me worried even more. He took me by the elbow and started walking me along a carpeted hall. Then we reached a place that had a smooth floor. I began to hear people talking, many people talking and I guess because of the blindfold I was focusing on what they were saying.
"Wow, look at that!" "Shaved, nice and smooth." "Look at that cock jerk." "Nice, very nice."
Then Bobby let go of me and I felt several hands touch me. And touch me very intimately, everywhere. It felt like dozens of hands and my cock jerked and dripped. Bobby whispered in my ear for me to move my feet farther apart and I did. I felt hands on my balls and in my crack - spreading my cheeks. Someone lifted my arm. Hands on my head, neck, shoulders, nipples, stomach, naval, balls, dick, legs, and knees - everywhere. It was embarrassing and thrilling, humiliating and erotic. How many times I blushed or sent waves of warmth up and down my body, I don't know. It was becoming overwhelming.
And they commented on me as they did it, talking about a mole or freckle or veins or muscles or whatever. Examining me as if I were a sculpture or a piece of meat to be purchased. That thought made my heart race and made me flush again. I tried to focus on the voices, but couldn't. I was trying to listen to too many at once. I was focused on the words.
Then it stopped and nothing for at least a minute, which seemed much longer. Then Bobby was back; at least I assume it was Bobby. He gripped my elbow and lead me someplace else and told me to sit down. I felt a chair behind my knees and sat down. It was some kind of leather seat with arms. I left my arms and legs being restrained and my heart pounded. Bobby whispered in my ear, "I am going to remove the blindfold. But look only straight ahead, do not turn your head."
He removed it and it was still pitch black. Then I heard a sonorous voice say, "Tell us about this boy, what has he done."
I hear Bobby begin to speak and saw a screen come to life in front of me. Then another to the right of that and one on the left, "He has been pissed on, drank his own piss as well as other's." He continued to list my "deeds" but as he did the list appeared on the center screen and the other screens started showing vids or pics of me doing the things he listed.
I was beyond embarrassed. And there were comments coming from people behind me, like "Can you believe that?" or "He really did that?"
It was my worst fear, to be found out; to be judged. I couldn't believe Bobby was subjecting me to this. The list continued on and the vids were clips, not complete; just the most damning scenes, sucking a cock, being fucked, using a dildo on myself and jacking off. There were even shots of things that I didn't think anyone was around for, pictures in the woods, showers, etc.
I was struggling not to lose it. I swallowed and fought back the tears and emotions. As Ted had said, this is what I enjoyed and to not be ashamed. But for these strangers to see this was almost unbearable.
At last Bobby stopped and the screens were frozen on a pic of me doing something, cock in mouth, being fucked or jacking off. Shame washed over me again. But my cock throbbed to be so exposed, so vulnerable.
A light went on spotlighting a table with a red tablecloth. On it looked to be the stuff I had bought at the adult bookstore. A large dildo, cuffs, nipple clamps, candle, etc. My eyes widened at the sight of the large dildo. Was I going to be expected to take that! My pulse raced faster.
Bobby walked over to me, looked me in the eyes, without any _expression on his face and said, "I am going to put the blindfold back on again. Then you are going to stand up and I am going to unbuckle the harness. You are going to need to make your self go soft again. They are all watching to see if you can do it."
He put the blindfold on and lifted up on my arm indicating it was time to stand. He then walked me around so I guess I was standing facing the people behind me. He let go of me and once again I was awash in a sea of no senses. My heart and emotions were running wild after the last 30-minute experience.
It was very difficult to focus on anything other than the fact that I was on display for an unknown number of people - and I didn't know if they were men and/or women. I couldn't tell by the voices. All the voices seemed like they were shifting and changing.
Sweat was now pouring out of my armpits and I tried to get the picture back in my mind. I kept seeing the images that had been on the screen. They kept running through my mind. It wasn't helping that I always was imagining what the other people were doing while I stood there. I tried to slow my heart by taking deep breaths.
It took a while, but some how I was able to find the spot. I think because of the complete lack of sensory input, that I was finally able to shift everything else out and concentrate. When I found myself there, I lost myself there. It was a place to escape to, to not acknowledge what was going on.
I was so into it that I could smell the pine tress and hear the brook near by and see squirrels out along the trail. It was such a vast vista of sights, sounds and smells that it enveloped me.
Once again, I was jerked back to reality by my cock and balls as Bobby removed the harness. It was good he got it off because I was immediately beginning to expand knowing where I was and what was going on.
Once it was off, he took me over to someplace else and told me to lean forward. I kept leaning until I felt something hit me in the stomach. He pushed me down on the back and I found I was lying on some sort of padded shelf. It extended from my chin to my navel. Each of my arms was secured along the legs of the bench and then each of my ankles. I had no room to move. I began to panic again. Then Bobby started putting something over my head; it was the gag.
My heart went crazy then. I was totally restrained and couldn't scream or speak or anything. I felt my whole body tremble then and someone said in my ear, "I am putting a ball in your right hand. Squeeze it if you need to, it will be something else to do rather than focus on what is happening.
"It is your safety. If you want to quit, drop the ball. You will be unchained and released and taken to the door and you will be back to your old life. You will not be able to contact Bobby again." My heart went racing away. This was getting very scary.
"You are not to cum, no matter what, until you are told to. And I can tell you that will not be for a long time. If you cum, then your picture will be taken just as you are and published. You will have to come back another time to go through this process, if you still want to." He put the ball in my hand and I grabbed hold of it.
"If you understand, then squeeze the ball one time." I squeezed. That didn't mean I agreed with it. Panic was overwhelming me. He moved away and I felt nothing, heard nothing. Once again, I was in a void of sensations. Except for the bench under me and my arms and legs restrained there was nothing else.
I had no ability to tell how long I laid there. I was alone with my thoughts and my body shook again as the adrenaline of fear rushed through my body. I tried to calm myself, but it was not happening this time. I could feel my cock below me. It didn't touch anything and I knew it was jerking and throbbing in time to my heart beat.
Minutes later or an hour later, I don't know. I felt something being placed around my balls. I felt them being stretched to the end of my sack and then compacted. As if pressure was being applied to the top of what was holding my balls at the end of the sack. I felt an increase in the pressure and the ache hit my stomach. I felt the ball in my hand and started squeezing it, trying to push the feelings there.
Then the pressure increased again and I wanted to scream, because now there was a pain that started in my nuts and went up to my stomach. I was determined not to scream, even if only into the gag. But then more pressure was applied and I thought my nuts would be crushed and pop out the bottom of my sack. The pain was beyond hell. I now thought I was going to puke into the gag, my stomach was aching and my guts were wretched as I tried in vain to move my hips up or down to ease the pressure and movement only made it worse.
I was squeezing the fucking ball as hard and as fast as I could. I knew I was going to lose it here soon. Additional pressure was applied and I did cry out then into the gag, which only muffled it and tears leaked from my eyes and I squeezed them tight to concentrate on the pain in my hand, and not on the pain in my balls.
Was I going to lose it here right now? I didn't want to let Bobby down and I didn't want to let myself down. I wanted to be here, I did. I wanted Bobby. And if this is what I had to do, then I would and Fuck! more pressure and I whined into the gag and bit it to keep from pleading for mercy. I know my whole body was rigid as I lay there bound.
I knew that I couldn't go on. My balls would never be able to be used again, if I continued. I was so close to dropping the ball when the pressure decreased. It was almost as painful as the sensations returned to my bruised and crushed balls. I moaned at the release and realized that my cock was still hard and bobbing underneath me. It was probably dripping as well, but I couldn't tell.
I was sweating profusely now. My body shuddered again as the tension was released from it. I almost dropped the ball at that time. I clamped my hand around it and wondered what was next.
Again, nothing happened for sometime. I was suspended in that timeless place, reliving what had just happened. The thought of my butt and nuts and everything being on display came back with a flash and I felt the heat pulse up me.
Sometime later I felt a hand on my cock pulling it back and up between my legs. When it reached a certain point I felt a pain race up my body. A bit of tension was eased then and it was held in that position, firmly held by a hand.
Next I felt a spot of heat on my lower back. In just one spot and I flinched and tried to pull away. But of course I couldn't. I could not figure out what caused it. A bit later another spot hit at the top of my crack. They were either applying some sort of hot metal or something was dripping onto me. And as soon as I thought of that I realized it had to be candle wax.
Then each spot came randomly, once on a butt cheek and then in the crack. Then it hit my balls! And Oh shit that hurt! And then my ass and then my dick- FUUUCCCCKKKKK! I was squeezing the ball in my hand and yelling into the gag again. I really didn't want to but I had no control and while all of this was going on, drops landing randomly all over me I felt something pushing on my hole.
I fought it first but then relaxed as Bobby had taught me. But this was huge and I cried again into the gag and tried to push back. It stopped for a moment, but was alternated with the drops of hot wax. After a moment, it was worked back and in farther. I was being stretched like never before. I breathed deeply and tried to relax my ass and push back on it.
Again, it stopped and the wax would drop. It kept up alternating pushing in and dropping and how long later, I don't know, it was all the way in and I lay there panting, trying to get used to the size and pressure. There was no movement in my ass and the wax had stopped dripping.
There was nothing going on and everything was quiet except for my breathing, which was labored and ragged. I was there; wondering what was next, but nothing happened for a long time. My cock had been released and there seemed to be no one around. The thing in my ass, just sat there. My ass twitched around it and began to get used to its size.
Suddenly it started vibrating and I thought I would have jumped, if I could have. The suddenness shocked me and the feeling of tingling on my prostate was tremendous. It was so large, it was smashing it and pressing it and oh shit, I knew I was dripping now, my cock twitched and I began to try to writhe in my position, but only my butt could move.
It became more and more intense as it just sat there. I would tighten my ass around it and that made it worse! But I couldn't do anything else. My head twisted from side to side and I cried into the gag again and squeezed the fucking ball. I thought I was going to shoot soon; it was too intense, too much! Then I felt a sharp pain on my left nipple. A clamp must have been applied. Then it was tugged and stretched and I tried not to scream, but I couldn't help it.
Then there was the pain on the right one. Then a tug and both lit with fire or pain. All focus was off my ass and my cock and on my tits! I clutched the ball and squeezed so hard I thought it was going to bust it.
Then the tug was gone and I was in limbo again, the vibration in my hole and the receding pain in my nipples. Then the vibrator stopped. And I felt numb back there. My cock still seemed to be vibrating I felt it tremble under me.
Then the clamp was removed from my right nipple and the pain seared through my whole body and I groaned into the gag and squeezed the ball. I knew what was coming next and it didn't help knowing. He removed the other one and the searing pain took everything I had not to drop the fucking ball.
Then nothing except the thing in my ass. Everything was still and quiet. I tried to pull myself together and figure out how much time had passed and I had no idea. Then I tried to count the number of spots on my backside that hurt and couldn't get there. Then I just went blank for a bit.
Then the vibrator started. It went on for a while and then stopped. It started being random amount of time on and a random amount of time off. There was no pattern. It seemed to only make the sensations more intense. Again, as I got close to cumming, it stopped and was removed from my ass.
I felt completely empty then. I didn't think my hole would close up. And the tingling continued in my ass and my hips fucked forward, trying to keep my sensations going.
I felt someone on my head and my gag was removed and I almost said something, but remember and held my tongue. My head was lifted a bit and I felt something touch my lips. I opened and felt the head of a cock slid into my mouth. It was completely hard and the crown was warm and spongy. I was eager for it, I wanted it, I desired it. I licked the head of it and was moaning around it and wanting to take more of it. I was so into the cock, that when the smack on my ass occurred I was totally taken by surprise and kept from biting down only because my mouth was actually opening in an OH of wonder. When I did that more of the cock entered my mouth. I began to suck on it.
Smack, another one hit my ass. Each time it hit my whole body tighten and my mouth opened and he moved in farther. How much of this guy was there? The paddles were coming in random timing as everything seemed to be here. I would clinch up waiting for it and have to stay that way in anticipation and when my butt muscles began to ache I would release and the smack would come then. Making me clinch up again.
Then I realized what was going on in my mouth, this guy was filling my mouth and throat with his cock. I had to breathe through my nose and panicked a bit and tried to pull off. He pushed in until his pubes were on my nose. He held it there while I tried to struggle, but then pulled back and I got a breath and then he started working his cock in my mouth.
I was salivating around his cock, sucking furiously on it. And throughout that the paddles did not stop on my ass. I furiously gripped the ball and tried not to scream around his cock. And my cock! I could tell it was enjoying everything and getting close and I couldn't cum!
I couldn't go through this again! Fuck! Then the paddling stopped and the cock in my mouth sped up and he started to really fuck my face. He gripped the sides of my head and started fucking faster and faster. How long it took I don't know, but I felt his cock swell and knew I would soon be receiving his cum.
I heard a grunt then and a deep thrust into my throat and he began to fill me with cum. He blasted and blasted and pulled out a bit and filled my mouth with his salty tangy cum. He didn't linger but pulled out when he finished. He had not spoken a word and I had sucked off a stranger.
Once again I was left adrift in almost complete sense depravation. I heard music playing very softly - a light jazz or something - it was the only thing I could hear so I focused in on it until it became the only thing. I don't know how long I was like that, but I know that when next I knew, someone was gripping my swollen cock.
They pulled it back again between my legs and I moaned at the pain and pleasure. And at that angle they stroke it several times adding to the sensations of pain and pleasure. And I fought for control because of everything that had happened I knew I was on a hair trigger and didn't want to lose it. I started to open my mouth and a gag was placed in and strapped behind my head. I don't know if it was the same one or not.
They stopped stroking my cock, but kept it pulled back. Then I felt something cold on my hole and it was pushed in. It was cold, like metal and kept sliding in. Something was put on my cock then, some kind of band and then my cock was released.
Then silence with only me and this cold thing in my ass. I was tightening my ass around it when this shock zipped from my hole to my cock. Just for a second, but I thought I would explode. My whole body tensed in fear of another one and to control my shaking body.
Once more it happened for just a bit longer and I bit the gag and squeezed on the ball and tears leaked from my eyes. It had to be something electrical.
The rod was removed from my ass and I lay panting as they removed the band or whatever from my cock. Then I heard Bobby whisper into my right ear, "Doing great, Davey, almost done." He was unclamping my wrists, but I couldn't move them when he did. He went back and unclamped my ankles as well. I lay there limp as he undid the gag.
He pulled up on my upper body indicating that I should raise up. I had to push on the bench to stand up and then I thought I might fall over. He steadied me and then I stood and wanted to stand tall and proud. I didn't feel that way, but I didn't want to let him down.
He led me off and walked me over to some other location. At this point he turned me around and backed me up to a table. "Lay back, boy." It was the first time he had ever used the word. It made me shiver. I laid back and he took a leg and attached it to something in the air. Then the other leg was raised and locked into something suspended from the ceiling. My legs were spread wide making a large "V". He took an arm then and stretched it out as far as it would go and tied something around the wrist. Then he walked to the other one and secured it. Once again, I was completely restrained and not in control.
There was that word again. I was still clutching the ball in my hand in a death grip. He came back and wrapped something around my forehead and I realized my head was now immobile as well. Then something was put over my mouth and then tape was applied, tightly sealing it shut. I struggled not to panic, as now my only source of air was my nose. I started breathing faster and my heart was pounding, I could feel it in my temples.
"Dave Sullivan," a sonorous voice, possibly the same one at the beginning, said, "you have come here to be accepted and to be proven worthy of becoming a member of my house.
"Thus far you have performed well. You are a credit to my nephew Bobby." It was his uncle! "In a moment, the gag will temporarily be removed from your mouth, for you to answer this question. Do you want to be accepted in my home, to be treated as a member of my house and to do whatever you are instructed to do by either Bobby or myself?" The last part made my stomach clinch.
"Dave Sullivan, as a student at this university and a resident of the dorms, you have repeatedly been humiliated, debased, degraded, displayed and disciplined." Fuck that hurt hearing all of that with my name. There could be no holding back this information from anyone in this room. I struggled to concentrate on what he was saying. "You have numerous sexually relations with men, including sucking, fucking, eating cum and drinking piss." There it was all out in the open.
"By answering yes to the question you are telling all assembled here, that you acknowledge these acts and that you agree that you have committed all the things described here today AND that you have received pleasure from them." Fuck, this was worse than the torture I had endured to this point. My mind was in turmoil. But I knew I had finally come to grips with this when I talked with Ted.
"And by answering yes, you acknowledge that you are subject to all of our rules and regulations and will abide by all of them, no matter what." Fuck, that was heavy! But there was something familiar about his voice, something was coming through this authoritarian speech pattern.
"I want you to take a moment and consider your answer. When the gag is removed you will answer in two words." There was a pause and then, "And your answer will determine how we proceed from here."
Dead silence. All I could hear was the pounding of my heart in my ears and my breathing through my nose as I forced breath in and out in time with the panic coursing through my veins. My whole body trembled and I squeezed my eyes shut behind the blindfold. Then I realized he said two words. What did that mean?
I thought and then thought, 'dumb shit, he means for you to include Sir with your answer!' Lying as I was, bound, stretched and restrained, my mind turned the decision around. I knew what I wanted. I wanted Bobby. And fuck I did do those things and I knew they turned me on like nothing I had ever experienced.
I felt a hand on the back of my head releasing the gag and then it was ripped from my face and the pain zipped down my spine. I gulped in a breath of air. "Dave Sullivan, what is you decision?"
"Yes, Sir!" I tried to sound firm and committed and hoped I did. I knew that tears would start rolling soon. There was a great round of applause and my cock pulsed thinking of all those people seeing me this way.
"Then only one final act remains. You may proceed." My body tensed trying to anticipate what torture would be inflicted upon me now. I felt hands grab my suspended legs and then I felt something in my crack. I felt almost split open as a cock entered me all the way in one thrust. I wanted to scream, not so much from the pain - it did hurt, but from the shock and the indignation. I opened my mouth and a mouth was clamped over it and a tongue invaded my mouth.
It tasted clean and had a hint of smoke of some kind and I used my tongue in his mouth as I felt the cock in my ass begin to move. Then I found that the person over my mouth was breathing for me. Giving me breath and then forcing it out. He was totally controlling my breathing. Now I was not in control of anything. My hole was being fucked, everything except my cock was restrained and I could do nothing about it. I forgot that I could breath through my nose as this person in the passion of their kiss began to control my breathing.
The rhythm in my ass was slow and deep and I moaned into the mouth of the guy sealing it shut. It would hit that spot in my ass and I would utter a deep moan. I didn't know how long I could keep this up I started squeezing the ball, but then felt someone unfold my hand and remove that. "You no longer need that. Just maintain and do not cum until you are told to."
That brought all the focus right back to my cock and the sensations in my ass. The cock was moving faster increasing the friction over that spot, my body trembled again and I strained against the restraints to try to gain some control. I wanted to move my head and couldn't. I could writhe on the table, as I wanted to. The only thing I could do was moan into the mouth that was on mine.
And then passion rose through my body on that freight train and I began to move my mouth in the mouth of the other man, mouthing the words, please, please, over and over again as I moaned and my body tensed and released. He removed his mouth and whispered "What?"
"Please, please, please let me cum," I whispered with urgency in my voice.
The pace increased in my ass and my legs were forced back and apart; he was pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust. I felt the muscles in my legs begin to twitch. I knew the rush was going to overwhelm me soon. I could feel it building like none before. Once again, I whispered, "Please, please, please!" this time into the mouth on my mouth.
"Dave Sullivan. Do you wish to climax? To cum? To reach orgasm?"
The man removed his face from my mouth, "Yes, Sir!" I nearly screamed as the point of no return was fast approaching. I felt every muscle in my body tense and I strained against the cords on my wrists and shackles on my ankles.
"Then cum!" and it was a command and I needed no further encouragement as a moan started deep in my soul and grew and grew louder and louder until it spread through my whole body and I convulsed and my ass clamped around the dick in it and I shot and shot and shot and felt the cock in my ass get buried as deep as it could go and begin to shot in me as I shot and shot. My body shook from the explosion of lust. I continued to feel my cock pulse and the one in my ass shooting hot spurts of cum in my ass.
A hand pumped my cock and it was so sensitive, I moaned again in the pleasure pain of the moment and try to pull away, but there was no place to pull away to. A finger wiped cum off of me and stuck it in my mouth to suck. I avidly sucked and sucked. Then I felt more hands and fingers wiping up cum and feeding it to my greedy mouth trying to get it all, any kind of nourishment and more of me. My brain was fried and I knew nothing of what I was doing.
Finally, all the hands were removed and the mouth moved back over mine and gave me a deep kiss that sucked the air out of my lungs. I felt the binding being loosened from my head. Then the mouth raised from my face and I panted to gain an equilibrium with oxygen. The wet blindfold was untied and removed and I looked up into Bobby's eyes and tears streamed down my face. He had been my kisser!
I wanted to know who had been in my ass then and tried to raise my head. Bobby held it for a moment and searched my face. "Davey, I want you to meet my uncle." He moved his head and I looked up in to the face of the man who had just fucked me so deeply and so profoundly. It was, oh shit!
"Dave, this is my Uncle Seth. But your probably know him better as Professor Welsh." To say I was stunned was an inadequate word. Why after everything that had happened, I don't know, but I blushed from head to toe.
"Welcome to my family Dave." I felt my hands and feet being released, he reached down and pulled me towards him and took me in a big hug and squeezed. I could only hug him back and wonder if I was in a dream. He was patting me on the back and hugging me. "I knew from the first time I saw you in class, that you had the makings for a member of this house. So I had Bobby seek you out and get to know you and you know the rest. What I didn't count on was that he would get to know and like you so well. It seems he is quite taken with his little Davey."
I couldn't process the information; it was too much! I think my whole body trembled in his arms. He held me up and patted me again and gave me another squeeze. I realized I was naked with my professor again and he had just fucked me. What the fuck was going on?
"Dave let me introduce you to some other members of my family." He started to release me as he said, "I think you know kevy boy here." Kevin did kind of a bow. He was naked and hard and smiling. "And of course, you know Ted," my doctor, hard and smiling. And you haven't met Rob and Jase." Two stunning men were standing there naked and hard. One was blond and so well defined, like Bobby, and his cock was so thick and he had such big balls! And the other was dark brown hair, in a crew-cut, like a marine might wear, squared jaw and solid compact body with a long dick and tight to the body balls. "They are eager to really get to know you."
"There are more members of my home, but these are enough to start with." He turned me so he looked me in the face. These men are like your brothers. There isn't anything they won't do for you. And I do mean anything. You will get to know everyone as you can and as you spend time here after you move in. Right now you only have one rule. You can play with whom ever you please and do whatever you want, except your ass. Your ass belongs to Bobby. He decides who can fuck you and when. So far that has only been him and me."
My body shook again. Bobby came over and hugged me tight then and whispered in my ear, "You did great and I have a very special surprise for you later."
My head was spinning and didn't know how to even think about what had happened and what was going on.
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