Southern Chastity

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Southern Chastity

Chapter 16: The Visitors

My alarm went off at 4 am and I groggily turned it off and pulled my CPAP mask off my face. It was still pitch-black outside, and I turned on the side lamp and got up and sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed my eyes. I had thirty minutes to be cleaned up, cleaned out and dressed to head out the door to make it to John's. He was only about 15 minutes away, but Bo had asked me to get there a little early so we could properly hand off our shift duties.

I went into the bathroom and turned the shower on and got in and scrubbed down really well. I also got my attachment out for the shower and made sure I was well cleaned out for any butt play as well. Satisfied I was ready to go, I stepped out and dried off and looked at my naked, caged and collared boy in the mirror. Bo and Jay told me not to wear any deodorant and to make sure my hair, beard and groin area was trimmed according to John's rules. My hair looked ok, but I did do some light trimming on the sides of my beard and ran the trimmer over my groin area to get it all down to a short length.

I walked out into the kitchen and grabbed a granola bar just to have something in my belly and a glass of orange juice to wash it down and then I put on some sweatpants and a t-shirt and headed out the door to the car.

I got to John's house right at 4:45 am and parked and went inside the side door. It was quiet when I entered. I undressed and put my things in my bin and then locked it and quietly went upstairs to the first floor. Bo was coming down the stairs from the second floor and met me right as I closed the door to the basement staircase.

"How was your shift?" I whispered.

"Not bad," Bo replied. "I am really tired, though."

"I can imagine," I said.

"Let me give you the rundown of what to do," Bo said. "I will show you upstairs to the guest room in a moment. You will need to kneel where I tell you and just wait there quietly. Master Wes and Master Bart are sound asleep at the moment, but you need to be ready to attend to them at a moment's notice."

"I understand," I replied.

"They will expect breakfast promptly at 8 am," Bo said. "You will be given leave to come downstairs at 7 am to start preparing it; however, if they need you for anything, you need to be ready to stop what you are doing and immediately come upstairs."

Bo took a chain off from around his neck that had a small black box attached to it and handed it to me.

"This device is connected to a remote they have," he said. "It will buzz and flash if they need you."

I hung the device around my neck and told him I understood.

"Once I leave you, I will go out back to the pool house to sleep in the bed that is out there," Bo said. "I will come back before noon and join you and Jay in the dungeon."

"Sounds good," I told him.

"Ok, follow me, then," Bo said as he turned to go up the staircase.

The staircase went up half a flight, turned 180 degrees at a landing and went up the other half flight to the next level. At this landing area was a large window in the front of the house and the moonlight was streaming in and lit the area with a cool glow. As we got to this landing and turned to proceed the rest of the way up, I noticed that on Bo's ass there were black marks. Two lines were on one ass cheek and one line was on the other. I poked Bo in the back.

"What are those black marks?" I asked him in a whisper.

"Breeding hash marks," Bo said. "Master Bart marks you on your left cheek for every load he gives you and Master Wes marks you on your right. They like to keep track of who they have bred and how much."

"Ahh, ok," I said.

"Be prepared," Bo said as he turned to head the rest of the way up the stairs. "They have high sex drives."

When we got to the top of the staircase, Bo turned to me. "This door to your right leads to the guest room. When you enter, there will be a long wall to your left with a dresser and a TV on this that faces the bed. You will want to get against the wall between the dresser and the door and kneel there. Don't fall asleep and be ready for anything."

"I understand," I said putting my hand on Bo's shoulder. "Go get some rest and I will see you later."

Bo turned to go back downstairs, and I turned the knob to the door, and it opened. It was very dark in the room. I could not see anything, but I entered and closed the door behind me. I felt for the wall on the left side of the room and followed it to the dresser and then knelt on the floor beside it.

I could hear the two men in the bed in front of me sleeping. As I sat there and my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I started to notice more features in the room. There was a tiny bit of moonlight coming in from above two of the three windows in the room and the illuminated clock on one side of the bed also brought some definition to the room as well.

The room was a nice size, almost the size I would expect a master bedroom to be. There was a large king-sized bed in front of me with two nightstands on either side. The man on the left side of the bed was covered up and all I could see was the outline of his torso under the covers and some dark hair on the pillow. The man on the right was sleeping on top of the covers, though. He was naked and sleeping on his side with one leg bent covering his genitals from view. One arm was under the pillow and the other stretched under his bent leg. He had a nicely built chest and muscular legs. Dark hair ran down his legs and on his arms. His head was shaved, and he had a medium length, dark beard.

I sat there, motionless watching them sleep and the time on the bedside clock tick by. Just before 6 am, the naked man on top of the covers stirred. He sat up and turned to sit on the side of the bed.

"You there boy?" the man whispered into the darkness.

"I am here, Sir," I replied, and I got up and came over and knelt before him.

"Did the other boy leave?" he asked me.

"Yes, Sir," I replied. "He will return at noon. I will be serving you this morning."

He rubbed his face and scratched his head a bit. "Ok, sounds good. Get your mouth over here; I need to piss."

I leaned over and took the head of his cock into my mouth and prepared myself. The stream started immediately, and it was stale and acrid tasting. I used the experience I had built up over the week though and took the entire amount without spilling a drop. When the stream slowed down, I sucked the last bits out and he pushed my forehead away and without saying a word. He turned away from me and laid back down to sleep.

I wiped my lips a bit with my fingers to make sure there was nothing left that was missed and then returned to kneel where I had been next to the wall after. I figured that this man was Bart since Dan told me he liked to piss early in the morning, but I was not sure.

About thirty minutes later the other man started to stir. The morning light was starting to creep in a bit, and it made it easier to see. He pulled the covers down and wiped his eyes. He was built similar to the one that had been sleeping on top of the covers. His hair and beard were cropped short, but he had a nice chest of fur that was going gray near the top and matched the salt and pepper in his beard as well.

The man I had serviced earlier reached over and rubbed the waking man's chest.

"You sleep ok, Wes," he asked him.

"Eh, I guess," Wes replied. "I drank too much beer last night, though."

"We got a sub for that you know," Bart said.

"Yeah, I know," Wes said.

He pulled the covers down to reveal his soft cock that was lying in a tuft of dark hair.

"Boy?" Wes announced.

I came over to his side of the bed and he opened one eye to look at me.

"Oh," he said with a half grin. "You're cute. Put your face in my crotch and drain me."

I leaned over and lifted his cock into my mouth, and he started to piss. I had not tried doing this from this angle and it was a little more difficult than when I was kneeling, but I managed to drink it all down.

When I was done, I moved away, and he turned and buried himself in the covers again. I went and knelt by the wall again as Bart moved over to cuddle him. He got under the covers and I saw him move close and his legs move under the sheets as he wrapped himself around Wes. He put his face in the back of Wes's neck and started to nibble a bit and moved around to do the same on his ear as well.

Wes reached up and put his hand on Bart's face. "Babe, I know you are horny, but I am tired. Why don't you wear out the boy and let me rest a bit?"

Bart rolled his eyes and scooted out under the covers and looked over at me.

"Get your ass over here, boy," he said.

I got up and walked over to him and he had me get up and lie on my stomach with my head near the foot of the bed. He spread my legs a bit and then put his face in my ass and started to lick my hole. The sensation shot a little electricity through me and I buried my face in the covers to try to prevent myself from moaning.

Bart used his tongue expertly and teased my hole open and spat on it several times as well. He used his thumb to work his way in and then with some more spit and tongue work, he managed to get to the point where he had three fingers in me.

Bart pushed my legs together and then straddled them. He put his hands on either side of my torso and I felt a long, thick cock rest on my ass cheeks. He reached down and positioned the head at the entrance of my ass, and I felt him push forward and it started to enter. His cock was thick and even though he had been working on opening me up a bit, I gasped a bit as he moved completely in with one movement.

Once he was balls deep in me, he adjusted a bit and brought his legs up more towards my waist so he could get in a better position to pound. He put his hands on my waist and grabbed tight as he started to jackhammer my ass without warning.

A tinge of pain shot through me and I tensed a bit, which caused my ass to grip down on his cock as he was fucking me. Bart leaned down a bit so that he could whisper in my ear.

"You better loosen that ass up, boy," he said. "You got a lot of fucking in store today."

I took in a deep breath and concentrated on relaxing my body as best I could as he returned to his original position and pounded my ass furiously. The bed was bouncing, and Wes grabbed the covers a bit and initially covered his face, but then he put them down again to watch Bart assault my ass.

As I heard the squeaks from the springs in the bed start to sound in unison to the movement, Bart tensed up and slammed his cock deep into me and loaded me up.

"Ummph," he groaned trying his best not to be too loud, though Wes was already full awake at this point and was secretly stroking his cock under the covers.

He lifted his body off mine and then grabbed a marker from the side table and put a hash mark on my left cheek.

"That's one, boy," he said trying to catch his breath.

Wes pulled the covers off revealing his hard cock underneath.

"Well, I'm awake now," he said. "I guess I'll get in on that since he's pre-lubed."

Bart got off the bed and Wes moved over to take the same position he had been in. He straddled my ass and rubbed the cum that was at the entrance of my hole around with the head of his cock. He then pushed his in and in one thrust was balls deep into me.

I let out another muffled moan as Wes started to move his hips and thrust his cock into me as well. Bart moved around to the foot of the bed and pulled my head up and stuck his cock in my mouth and told me to clean him. As my ass was assaulted from the back, I licked the remains of his cum from his cock.

Wes did not take long. He pounded me furiously for about two minutes and then dumped his load in me as well. He threw his head back and groaned and then slapped my back with the palms of his hands leaving brief red marks behind. As he pulled out, he sat back on the bed with his back against the wall.

"Turn around and clean my cock off boy," he said.

I got up on my hands and knees and turned around and took his dripping cock into my mouth to clean him off and suck the remnants of his load away. When I was done, I got off the bed and Bart came back and sat next to him. Wes called me over and had me turn around. He then took the marker from Bart and put a hashmark on my right butt cheek. I then looked over at the clock and noticed it was almost 7 am.

"Sirs," I said. "Do I have your permission to go down and start your breakfast?"

"You may, boy," Bart said. "I like my eggs over easy and Wes likes his scrambled."

"Yes, Sir," I said.

I felt my ass and used my fingers to collect the remnants of cum that was there and licked them clean as I headed for the door and walked into the hall. The morning light was streaming in as I went down the staircase to the first floor and then walked around to the kitchen. As I entered, I saw John at the breakfast table near the back windows to the house drinking some coffee.

"Good morning, Sir," I said.

"Good morning, boy," he replied with a smile. "Turn around for me."

I turned around and he saw the hash marks on my ass.

"So, the guys started on you early today?" he asked as he took a sip from his cup.

I turned to face him again and smiled. "Yes, Sir."

"That is good," he said. "You will be preparing made from scratch biscuits, sausage, white gravy, eggs and bacon. The recipes are there on the counter if you need them."

"Thank you, Sir," I replied.

"I like my eggs scrambled," he said.

"I'm on it, Sir," I replied.

John left the room and went back upstairs, and I started to preheat the oven first and read the recipe for the biscuits. I had made them before, but it had been a long time ago. By the time I got the batter ready, the oven was alerting me it was ready, and I got them started. I figured I could keep them warm once they were done and that would leave the rest of the food to make after.

It was about 7:30 am when I was pulling the biscuits out of the oven. I was going to start on the meats next when the box around my neck started to flash and buzz. I covered the biscuits with a towel and put them below the oven to keep warm and headed upstairs to determine what I was needed for.

When I entered the bedroom, the two men were laying on the bed naked.

"Bring us both coffees, boy," Bart said. "I like mine black and Wes likes his with two sugars."

"Yes, Sir," I replied, and I headed back downstairs to fulfil their request.

After I delivered their cups, I returned downstairs to the kitchen and started on the sausage next. I needed the grease to mix with flour and milk to make the white gravy. I worked on the bacon at the same time and I did the eggs last, cracking two eggs and scrambling them for John, scrambling two for Wes and doing my best to make two over easy eggs. My dad always liked them that way growing up, so I had some experience, but it was a tricky thing to get right if you have not don't it in a while.

I looked at the clock and noticed it was nearly 8 am, so I plated everything and brought it into the dining area and set up the silverware and brought out the coffee pot as well. I placed a jar of orange juice on the table as well and was just turning to leave when Wes and Bart came in the room with John behind them.

"This smells good," Wes said as he sat down.

"Indeed, boy," John said as he also sat down, "I am looking forward to seeing how well you did."

"Under the table, boy," Bart said as he sat down. "I want a foot massage while I eat."

I checked to make sure I was not oozing any more cum from my ass and I crawled under the table and put Bart's foot in my lap and started to rub it. The men were enjoying their breakfast and I heard no complaints, so I felt relieved on that note. Bart lifted his foot out of my lap and replaced it with the other later and I worked on that one next.

After I had worked his feet over for a while, I heard Bart say, "Boy, come up here."

I crawled back out from under the table and stood next to him.

"Very well done, boy," Bart said. "You may take my plate now."

I took his plate and utensils and left to return to the kitchen to start to clean up. When I returned to the table, John and Wes had finished and I took their plates as well. They lingered to talk over coffee while I finished cleaning up and then John called for me to come back into the room.

"Get down on your knees boy," he said. "I need a blowjob."

John had turned the chair and moved it out some, so I got down on my knees and took his cock into my mouth and started to work it till it was fully erect. I cupped his balls and used the other hand to steady his shaft as I worked on his head and before long, he was blowing a load down my throat.

John patted my head after. "Thank you, boy. Gentleman, I will be going upstairs to get cleaned up. He is all yours."

He got up from the table and left me on my knees as he left the room. Wes and Bart ignored me at first and finished off their coffee, but when they both got up, they told me to follow them.

They returned to the room and collapsed on the bed and directed me to my corner to wait. Wes grabbed a tablet to look at something online and Bart was on his phone. After about thirty minutes, Bart had me come to the side of the bed and take his piss again and then he sent my back to my position kneeling at the wall.

It was about 10 am when Wes put his tablet down and rolled over putting his upper torso and arm around Bart, who was stretched out on his back and propped up on a pillow with his arm over his head. Bart looked down at him and took the hand from behind his head and started to rub the back of Wes's head. Wes turned so that he was lying on Bart's belly and he reached up to play with Bart's chest hair. It was an intimate moment and they apparently cared for each other deeply. It was weird kneeling at the wall quietly and watching. I almost felt like a voyeur.

"Boy," Wes said, breaking my thoughts. "Come over here and eat my ass."

I got up and walked over to the other side of the bed and crawled on the bed on my hands and knees straddling Wes's body. I had his ass in front of my face, and I stuck my face in and licked his crack. I used my hands to part his cheeks and I got in deeper. My tongue flicked his hole and circled it. I licked it with gentle strokes and Wes moaned in response.

"Get in there deep, boy," Wes said.

I started to push my tongue into his hole and move it back and forth. I pulled his hairy ass apart more with my hands so that my entire face was pushed into him. I held my breath as my nose-dived into his crack giving me better access to tongue him deeply. My beard rubbed on the hair and skin of his ass adding to the sensations that was making Wes start to moan more.

"That's a boy," Wes said.

Bart was rock hard, and Wes had moved down to start to take his cock into his mouth. Wes moved up and down on him while I continued to push my tongue as deep as I could into Wes's ass and continue to lick around as well. Bart had both of his hands behind his head and his eyes were closed and he was groaning softly.

"Now this is relaxing," Bart said. "But, I'd rather have you up here making out with me."

Wes pulled off his cock pushed me off his ass with his hand and moved around so he could start to make out with Bart a bit. Before he started, though, Bart looked over at me.

Come over here and face the foot of the bed and lower your ass on my cock, boy," he said.

I crawled over and turned to face away from them. Bart's legs were bent and spread apart, and I got between them and put my legs under them and got into position to sit down on his cock. I spat on my hand and used my fingers to rub my hole a bit to get it wet and then I positioned his cock and brought my ass down on it till he was deep inside me.

"Fuck that load out of me, boy," he said as he and Wes had their tongues in each other's mouths.

I reached forward and steadied myself on the bed and lifted my ass up and then back down again. I rocked back and forth and reached down at one point to grab my cage and noticed I was starting to precum, which I collected as fast as I could and swallowed, so as to avoid a mess on the bed.

Bart was moaning as they continued to make out. Wes was rubbing Bart's nipples and I saw Bart's feet in front of me start to move back and forth as he stretched them. His toes spread out and then came into a curl and the joints cracked a little bit as he did so. I reached under my cage and felt the large hairy sack of Bart and his massive balls as they moved slightly inside building up the seed that would be in my ass soon.

Bart started to moan more, and I started to rock back and forth and move up and down on his cock faster. He reached up and grabbed my side and took Wes into his mouth deeper as he tensed and then his cock exploded cum deep in me.

"Fuck!" Bart yelled as he broke the embrace of Wes.

I brought my ass completely down on him, so his cock was embedded in me. I felt him pulse and I squeezed my ass in between the pulses to milk every drop.

"Damn, boy," he said. "You do know how to work a cock."

I grinned and continued my ass work until he was spent and started to slowly slide out of me.

"Are you good, Wes?" Bart asked.

"I am babe," Wes replied. "I'll save myself for later."

"You know I've got the Viagra to pop later," Bart said.

"I know," Wes said. "But I am ok for now."

He grinned and gave him a kiss again while I lifted myself off the bed and reached behind me to clean the remaining cum off my ass with my hand. I turned around and went down on Bart with my mouth to clean his cock as well.

"Grab me the marker boy," Bart said.

I handed it to him and turned around and he added a second hashmark to my left ass cheek.

At 11 am, John knocked on the door and stuck his head in to tell Bart and Wes that I was needed. I got up from where I was kneeling at the wall and came into the hall.

"Boy, please go into the kitchen and finish cleaning up there and in the dining room," he said to me. "Then I want you to collect Bo from the guest house and start to get the dungeon area set up. Jay should be over shortly to help you. I have given you instructions on what to do on the white board in the isolation room."

"Yes, Sir," I replied, and I went back downstairs.

After I had all the dishes and pans that had been used washed and put away, I wiped down all the surfaces with some disinfectant and made sure everything was spotless as it had been when I came in. It was about 11:30 am when I went downstairs into the dungeon and turned the lights on down there.

I walked over to the back sliding door and opened it to go outside. It actually felt pretty nice out and I walked around the pool and over to the pool house and knocked on the door. I didn't hear anyone, so I opened it and Bo was still passed out on the bed. He had just collapsed on the top of the covers and some drool was running out the side of his mouth onto the pillow.

I reached down and put my hand around his left foot which was hanging off the bed and shook him a bit.

"Bo," I said. "Hey, Bo. It is time to wake up."

Bo pulled his leg back from me and started to roll over. His cage appeared from under him and there was a stream of precum coming from it and a wet spot on the covers. He was completely filling his cage and I assumed it was an attempted morning erection. That was just something you got used to in chastity.

Bo reached down and adjusted his cage a bit and tugged on his balls to allow a bit more room. He opened one eye slightly and looked at me.

"Already?" he groaned.

"Yeah," I replied as I sat on the bed next to him. "I hope you got a few hours rest."

Bo closed his eyes again and completely rolled on his back. He stretched his legs and arms out fully and then brought his hands back to his face and rubbed it and then starched his beard. One hand went back to his straining cage and balls again.

"Fucking nub doesn't know when to give up trying to get hard," he said with a laugh.

"I noticed," I said with a grin.

"How did breakfast go?" Bo asked.

"It went well," I replied. "No issues and Masters Bart and Wes seemed to be in a good mood."

"Well, that is a good thing," Bo replied.

He sat up and sniffed under his arms.

"Well, I stink," Bo said.

I laughed. "I don't think they will care."

Bo laughed as well.

"Sir told me that he wants us to get the dungeon area set up," I said. "The instructions are in the isolation room."

"Ok," Bo said. "But, let me take a piss first."

"I'll do the same when you are done," I replied.

After we were done in the bathroom, we walked back around the pool and into the dungeon area again. Jay was just coming into the room from the entrance hall when we closed the sliding door behind us.

"Hey guys," Jay said. "How did y'alls shifts go?"

"Ok," Bo said, still stretching. He turned around and smacked his ass a bit and showed off his three hash marks.

"As you can see, they had a good evening," Bo said.

"Well, I have three as well, so the morning was just as good," I said with a laugh.

Jay smiled and turned around and shook his ass a bit at us. He had two hash marks on each cheek.

"Well, I beat you both then," he said as he turned to face us.

"You were not kidding when you said they had high sex drives," I said to Bo. "And they brought Viagra for this afternoon."

Bo rolled his eyes and Jay walked over. We headed to the side of the room and went into the isolation room. When we turned on the light, we saw some instructions typed on and taped to the white board.

Boys:

You three will be required to be in the dungeon area from noon to 1 pm. Jay, as the senior sub, will be in charge of set up.

Please set out the hand towels, lube and wet wipes on the side table like normal. The plugs should be set out as well. Please have the music playing at a volume of three and the lights set at setting four.

I want Matt blindfolded and strapped to the fuck bench. Please be sure the number three black gag is secure on his mouth. I want Bo restrained to the cross with his ass facing the room. Jay should be in the sling but will be expected to be used in other ways as well.

Sir

"I am assuming this makes perfect sense to you, Jay?" I asked.

"Yeah," Jay said. "Grab four or five hand towels from the closet over there Matt. Bo, you go back into the dungeon and get the plugs set out."

"Will do," Bo said as he left the room.

Jay bent down and opened a door on the cabinet to the right of the door and turned on the switch on a panel. Dials began to glow, and he set it to start playing electronic music through speakers in the ceiling. He set the volume at three. He then flipped a switch labeled `four' on another panel and in the dungeon area, red lights came on and the main lights dimmed by fifty percent.

I returned with the towels and we went back into the dungeon closing the door behind us. I set them on the side table where Bo had set out a series of butt plugs that ran from small to absolutely huge.

"Umm," I said, a bit scared at the look of the biggest plug, "I hope they don't plan on using that on me."

Jay laughed. "Don't worry. Sir won't break you."

Once we were satisfied that things were all set up like John wanted, Jay told me to come over to the fuck bench.

"Go ahead and climb on," he said. "Bo and I will help get you strapped in."

I got on the device and Bo strapped my arms down and Jay strapped my legs down. Jay then brought a black gag over to me. It was square leather with straps to go around the head, but it had a rubber piece that stuck out of the middle of the square.

"This part goes in your mouth and you can bite down on this," Jay said. "Be sure to try to muffle any sounds you make as best as you can."

Jay placed the rubber piece in my mouth and then brought the gag flush with my face. He secured it around my head and made sure it was nice and tight.

"How are you doing?" Bo asked me.

I gave him a thumbs up with my hand.

"Good," he replied. "I'm going to put the blindfold on you now."

Bo secured the leather blindfold over my eyes and also strapped this tight around my head. Once I was ready, Jay helped to secure Bo's arms and legs in the restraints on the cross and then he climbed into the sling and we waited for John and his guests to arrive.

The room was a little cool as usual. I felt the air come on and a slight breeze rush past my exposed ass and dangling caged nub. The pulsing beat of the music was on a medium level and with the gag and the blindfold on, it would have been easy to zone out. However, just as I was relaxing, I heard the sounds of the three men coming downstairs.

The door opened and I heard Bart first. "Now, this is what I have been waiting for."

I heard them come over and stand somewhere behind where I was. Cigar smoke started to waft through the room, and I felt a gloved hand run over my ass. It hit my left ass cheek and then my right and then rubbed my lower back.

"There's my chubby sub," I heard Bart say from the direction of the cross.

The sound of the music drowned out anything else I could hear for a while until I heard the sound of a smack of leather against skin and a low groan coming from Bo. I then heard the chains of the sling clanging as it started to move back and forth as Jay was getting fucked by someone. Another smack of the flogger echoed through the room and then I felt the spit of someone as they got my ass wet. A finger soon followed. It moved back and forth and then was replaced by two and then three.

I felt a hand on my back and then someone leaned over near my ear. "I wanted that cute furry ass first."

It was Wes. That meant that John must have been fucking Jay as Bart worked Bo's back over. I took a deep breath as Wes moved back to my ass and I felt his cock slap against my crack. He pointed it towards my hole and shoved it in.

I bit down on the gag as I felt his cock move into me. I felt him move back and forth pulling almost all the way out and then slamming home. The loads from earlier were mostly absorbed, but what was left merged with the spit and acted as lube as he picked up the pace and started to pound me furiously. I gripped the wooden bench as it groaned slightly from the momentum of his thrusts.

The sound of the flogger hitting Bo's back and ass were starting to pick up and I heard him groan and cry out on occasion. The chains of the sling were bouncing back and forth as Jay was getting railed by John. The smell of cigars was filling the room and the scent of sex, sweat and musk was soon to follow.

My mind was racing as I focused on the sense of sound, which was my only clue to what was going on around me. I heard Wes start to breath heavily and a puff of smoke came drifting down over me.

"Take it boy!" he growled as he thrusted forward and dumped his load in my ass. He thrusted three more times in quick sensation and then held his cock in me to make sure it was delivered deep.

I felt a marker add the second hashmark to my right ass cheek and then the cool air blew by me again and the cum dripping out of my hole sent a small shiver down my spine and my balls contracted a slight bit behind the base ring of my cage.

I felt Wes's hand on my ass again and then a plug was inserted into me. It felt like it was about a medium size and it was filling, but not painful. He then left and I was left with the sounds of the flogger and the clink of the chains of the sling.

I don't know how long I sat there. I heard muffled sounds and the smack of a paddle on ass, which I assumed was Bo. Eventually I felt another hand run across my ass and the plug was pulled out. The cock that replaced it felt a lot like Bart's.

"That's a boy," Bart said as he slid all the way into me. "Wes left you nice and creamed I see."

He started to fuck me, and I heard the sound of Wes's cum being churned and dribbling out as Bart's cock moved back and forth. I felt it run over my caged balls and drip off as my nub bounced back and forth from the thrusts of Bart.

From the area of the cross, I heard a cracking sound almost like electricity and Bo cried and jumped. It scared me to think what was going on. Another cracking sound and Bo cried out a second time. The sounds of the chains across the room had stopped, but I did hear John talking to Jay, though I could not make out exactly what he was saying.

Bart broke my concentration as he reached down and grabbed my waist firmly and started to pound my hole furiously. I bit down on the gag and used it to muffle my groans. The smacking sounds of his cock and balls against my hole merged with the slosh of cum dribbling out. He kept up his pace and then I heard him growl and shove his cock deep and his cock exploded cum into my ass. I felt like I was about to break my jaw as I bit down on the gag and made a muffled cry.

I had the sense to squeeze down on Bart's dick as much as my loose asshole could do. I knew he enjoyed that last time.

"That's a boy," Bart said. "Milk my cock."

When he pulled out, I felt a slightly larger plug go back in and a third hash mark was added to my right ass cheek.

Again, I sat there for quite some time. I listened to the sounds of the room and tried to determine what was going on. It sounded like Bo had been taken down from the cross and was sucking someone off. I did not know where Jay was at first, but then I heard a paddle hit bare skin and he cried out. More smacks and cries followed, and I heard someone groan as they dumped a load into Bo's mouth.

Finally, I felt the plug being pulled from my ass again and the voice of John followed.

"Looks like you are lubed and loose, boy," he said as he mounted my ass with one thrust.

I was so used that it did not even register with me at first, but then a few tinges of pain came shooting up my spine to remind me of his thick cock. I groaned as he rode my ass and the sloppy sound of the cum dribbling out amplified the smack of his cock against my hole. He rode me for a good five minutes straight before dumping another load up my ass. But he pulled out quickly and I felt it start to dribble out.

I was used and exhausted. I had built up a sweat even with the cool nature of the room. I was concentrating on the feeling of my sore ass when I felt a furry face and tongue run up my crack.

"That's it, boy," I heard Bart say. "Clean that ass up."

I did not know which of my brothers was down there at first, but from the feeling of the beard that was rubbing on my cheeks as they licked and swallowed the remnants of the latest three loads I received, I figured it was Jay. He moved down and licked my balls clean near the end and I felt them jump a bit in their metal prison.

"All clean, Sir," I heard Jay say.

I sat there strapped to the bench for a while longer. The sounds of sucking and someone getting pounded in the sling followed before things quieted down and I felt my blindfold being removed. I blinked my eyes a few times to get accustomed to the light again and looked up to see Bo. He looked exhausted as well and he had some red marks that crept over his shoulders. He unbuckled my gag as I felt Jay undoing the bindings on my legs and arms.

Bo helped me get off the fuck bench and I was weak on my legs at first and Jay caught me before I fell.

"Holy hell that was intense," I said, rubbing my ass.

"Tell me about it," Bo said as he turned to take the gag and blindfold to the table at the side of the room.

As he turned, I saw his back and ass were bright red from flogging and paddling.

"Are you ok?" I asked slightly concerned.

Bo laughed as he turned back to me after placing the items down. "I'm fine bro. I am a bit of a pain pig. Believe me it is no big deal."

"Well, you made it," Jay said, grabbing my shoulder. "Now just wait till one of Sir's big parties that lasts several hours."

"Ugh," I replied as I started to walk around a bit.

"It's not over yet," Bo said. "Sir said to report upstairs to their room as soon as you are able."

I groaned a bit but nodded.

"We will clean up here. Just be sure to clean up the bedroom and start the sheets in the wash after they leave," Jay said. "The laundry room is right across the hall from their room."

"Understood," I said. "Thanks guys."

"We will see you soon," Bo said with a wink.

I headed back up the staircase to the main floor and then up to the second floor and entered the guest room. Wes had a towel around his waist from the shower and was bending over to pack a few things up and get out what clothes he was going to wear home. Bart was still naked, and his body hair was matted from sweat. He was laying down on the bed with his head propped up by two pillows and one arm.

"Hello boy," Bart said as I entered.

"Hello, Sir," I said as I went to kneel by the wall.

"Come over here," he replied.

I turned and went over to the bed and he got up and sat on the side of the bed.

"Time for a piss break, boy," he said.

I put my mouth around his cock and took his piss. After he was done, he pulled me in closer and let his soft cock move to fill my mouth and my nose and face came to rest in his crotch. The smell of sweat, cum and musk filtered through my nose and I breathed in deeply.

"Looks like you like my scent," he said.

I groaned in response. He pulled me off his cock and laid back and told me to lick his balls. I dove in and the scent was even more intense as I licked and rolled my tongue around his large sack and felt the balls that had delivered so many loads in the past 48 hours.

He pushed me off and sat up again and told me to go to the wall. I got up and knelt there while he started to gather his things and then went to take a shower. Wes finished packing while he was gone, and he told me to grab his suitcase and follow him downstairs. Once we got down to the main floor, we made our way over and into the garage and he opened the back door for me to place it on the seat.

As we came back inside, I saw John at the kitchen table and West joined him. I returned back upstairs and knelt by the wall in their bedroom again. Soon after, Bart returned to the room. A towel was around his neck and his soft cock was swaying between his legs as he walked. He tossed the towel on the bed and got dressed and finished packing his suitcase.

"Take this downstairs for me boy," he told me.

After I had his bag in the car, I returned inside and the two of them were talking to John.

"I will take it from here, boy," John said. "Please go up and start cleaning the room."

"Yes, Sir," I replied. "I hope you have a good trip home Master Bart and Master Wes. I feel privileged to have served you."

Wes grinned and winked at me and Bart replied, "Thank you boy."

I returned upstairs again and stripped the sheets and put them in the wash. I then got the vacuum and ran it over the floor and then wiped down all the surfaces and threw away the trash. By the time I got down to dress and leave, it was a little after 3 pm and I was mentally and physically exhausted. I put my sweatpants on and pulled them up over my sore ass, threw my shirt and shoes on and then I headed home.

When I got inside and stripped down, the first thing I did was to go take another piss. I turned on the light in the bathroom and looked at myself. I looked like I had been well used. My beard was matted and smelled of ass and musk. I turned around to see the three hash marks on my right butt cheek and the two on my left. I relieved myself and then thought about taking a shower, but opted to just collapse on the top of the covers and put my CPAP mask on and drifted off to sleep.