Robby and Pete were all dressed up. Well,I'm not sure "dressed up" is the correct turn of phrase for what they were wearing. This was their very first Gay Pride Parade ever. They had never seen, supported or been a part of a Gay Pride celebration in any way. Their "straight" conservative lives had forbidden that they take any interest in Gay lifestyle or celebrations. I was dressed in a brand new pair of very soft tight fitting leather pants, in which, if I do say so myself, both my ass and my junk looked pretty damn hot. I wore low black combat boots, a tight black tee shirt, and some expensive silver jewelry. Robby and Pete wore a black leather cuff around their ball sacks, flip flops, and THAT'S ALL! Long chains connected the ball sack cuffs to my wide black, silver studded leather belt. The scrotum cuffs were wide and tight, forcing their nuts down into the bottom of their scrotums, and if they lagged behind me too much, a tug to their trapped fuckers gave them a painful reminder to Keep Up! Except for the handcuffs, securing their wrists behind their backs, they wore nothing else. The handcuffs were not only to prevent them playing with themselves during the parade, but also so that they couldn't cover themselves from the gaze of others. It is impolite for pigboys to cover their privates when in the presence of Real Men.
Of course, Robby and Pete made a fuss. They protested with teary eyes that they could not parade through the center of our city totally naked. People would see them! People would know them! Poor little fuck toys were still trying so hard to preserve some shred of decency. I had to knock that out of them. I had to teach them that they were fuckpigs and nothing else! they were not allowed decency. They were not allowed dignity or pride or self-esteem. They were nothing but fucktoys like dildos or lube or clamps or condoms. They were utensils for Real Men to play with and dump their cum into. Their bodies, asses, dicks and balls were meant to be looked at and played with. And Robby and Pete both had very nice bodies. I kept them working out at the gym on a regular basis, usually three or four times a week, when they were not sucking dick or getting ass fucked.
At the gym, they were made to wear tiny thongs or dick pouches that hid nothing but allowed them to work out on the gym floor with the equipment and other men and sometimes women watching. Their humiliation which almost drove them mad was a constant delight for me. I took them to a huge variety of gyms, so that many men and women would have the chance to gawk and laugh at them. Sometimes, they ran into people they knew, and they had to act nonchalant and pretend they were dressed in tiny mesh thongs by choice. Of course they lost lots of friends that way. When Pete ran into fellow workers, he had no idea what to say. His reputation as a "freak" had spread beyond his office into the entire office building in which he worked. bobby, who now had a sensible job for a faggot slave, cleaning toilets in gay bars with his tongue, no longer had to worry about self-esteem or dignity. So you see, in some ways, life was becoming easier or simpler for him.
Did I mention that the ball cuffs accented the big fat dicks on both of my boytoys? I had given each of them two viagra before the parade and pumped them up to a really nice juicy hard on.
Their dicks wouldn't go entirely soft even though they were scared out of their minds. Nice big fat juicy boy dicks on parade! And after all, there were other naked males in the parade. Some Gay dudes are so proud of their fuckmeat and their bodies that they love to flaunt them at Gay Pride. More Power To Them.
As they walked behind me, Pete and Robby tried to turn their bodies in toward each other to shield themselves from the cheers and jeers of those watching. I instructed them to walk proudly and to turn out toward the watching crowd every ten or fifteen steps so their fuck meat was clearly on display. Pete was so fucking humiliated that several times, he crumpled to the pavement in shame. He actually got sick to his stomach from having to display himself...or perhaps it was the load of cum I had deposited in his stomach that morning. Because I didn't want my boys bloated for the parade, I had given them three enemas each, and they had had nothing to eat except six used rubbers to suck on. I figured they would be swallowing lots of piss and cum at the Gay Pride Celebration, so I didn't want their tummies full.
A big bearded bear walked next to me. He must have been about sixty. He wore a leather vest and chaps over a pair of jeans. He had a ring through his nose, and his arms were covered in tats. "Nice pups you got there." He nodded his head toward my shame filled boys.
"Thanks! They're still in early stages of training, but so far, they are coming along quite well."
"Do you mind if I check them out?" The bearded Bear asked.
"Be my guest."
He dropped behind me as we marched along to the cheering thongs of observers. He reached out and felt Pete's pec muscles. He tugged on and twisted my boy's nipples, which were already quite puffy and pouty from daily nipple stretching work. Pete grew red from head to toe with humiliation. He tried to turn his handsome head away, but a sharp command from me, made him look back at the bear.
"You are a pretty cunt, aren't you? All tall and full of muscles. Such nice big titties! Such perky nipples. Let me get a feel of your cunt." He slid one hand down Pete's back and cupped one of his ass globes. Then he slid a finger into Pete's ass crack and probed his asshole."
Pete began to tremble. His legs grew weak. "Please, not here in public...please!" he shouted to me. The watching crowd loved it.
"Relax your pussy, so he can get in!" I ordered. The bearded Bear inserted first one then two thick fingers into Pete's asshole. Next to him, Robby was crying pretty hard, just from the shame of the situation. Robby always was a crybaby.
"Oh, God...Oh...God...No..." Pete stammered as the Bear worked two thick fingers in and out of his ass. There were literally hundreds of people watching the asshole invasion. Tears now dripped from Pete's chin and fell onto his chest.
"Oh this boy has a nice tight pussy!" The Bear said to me. Then he lifted his head and shouted to the watching crowd. "SHE HAS A NICE TIGHT PUSSY!" A thunderous cheer drowned out Pete and Robby's sobs. The bearded Bear withdrew his fingers from Pete's ass. Pete looked terribly relieved. Then the Bear moved over to Robby.
"Hey, little boy...your girlfriend got her ass juice all over my fingers. What say you suck them clean for me?" He grabbed Robby's right nipple, which was if possible, even more rubbery than Pete's because I had been working on Robby's tits longer. The Bear pulled the nipple out from the pec. Robby started to squeal. He hopped from foot to foot and lost one of his flip flops. When he opened his mouth in pain, the Bear shoved his two dirty fingers into Robby's mouth. The crowd went wild. He had dropped behind our place in the parade for this little show, and now those marching behind us also stopped to watch the fun. The Bear reached down and gripped Robby's fat dick and began to pump it. Robby was getting his dick masturbated in public, in front of hundreds and hundreds of parade watchers. At least thirty people snapped photos of Robby's predicament.
Now the Bear turned and began to march again, but not before he took Pete's fuckmeat in his other hand. As he paraded, the Bear pumped the dicks of both of my boys. Robby and Pete stumbled along behind him, Robby with only one flip flop...looking pretty fucking ridiculous. I was feeling really proud of the way the crowd cheered for my pets.
"Don't make them cum! " I advised the Bear, who nodded at once. Two other leather men had moved up behind Robby and Pete.
"Can we have a feel?" They shouted to me, and I told them to have a good time. They began to rub and squeeze Robby and Pete's ass cheeks. My boys do have prize winning asses.
That was one of the things that first attracted me to them. Pete's is meatier and more muscular, but Robby's is small and round and perfect for ass fucking. I stopped marching and turned around to face my two boys.
"You boys do realize that you are going to get lots and lots of dick up your asses today...don't you?
Robby blinked through his tears and tried to answer, but no words came out, so he nodded "yes." Pete was able to manage a "Yes. Sir!"
"There are going to be thousands of Gay Men at the Festival. Thousands of horny Gay Men. You do realize that you are going to suck more dick today than you ever have. You are going to show the Gay Community what excellent Cocksuckers you are!"
"Yes, Sir!" Both boys answered with stammers of fear in their voices.
"At the Festival Site, I am going to set you boys up in a pen of sorts...kind of like a pig pen. Any man at the festival who wants to fuck your asses or have you suck his dick...gets to have you. The pen is next to the Port-o-potties, so when the piss lines get too long, some of the dudes can just step over and piss down your throats! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
Robby was shaking so badly his mouth wouldn't work. Pete, hung his head in shame.
"And, there are going to be plenty of other pigs there. Plenty of other slaveboys sucking dick and taking it up the ass. BUT I WANT YOU TO SHOW EVERYONE THAT YOU ARE THE BEST FUCKING COCK PIGS AT THE FESTIVAL! YOU WILL TAKE MORE DICK THAN ANY OTHER BOYS....YOU WILL GET ASS FUCKED BY MORE COCK THAN ANY OTHER BOYTOY!
YOU WILL SWALLOW MORE CUM THAN ANY OTHER BOY! YOU WILL BE THE VERY BEST AT DEGRADING AND HUMILIATING YOURSELVES. YOU WILL BEG PASSING MEN FOR THEIR DICKS! YOU WILL BREAK EVERY FUCKING COCKSUCKING RECORD OF GAY FESTIVALS!"
The tears continued. Both boys were now blubbering messes...which the watching parade crowd loved
"Oh, and Robby, your little brother B.D. is coming by to film the whole thing. I only wish he was here to film the parade...but don't worry, hundreds and hundreds of other people are filming you right now!"