The Glory of Humiliation

The Glory of Humiliation Part Three of Three Parts By Randall Austin

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Nicholas did his frantic best to comply with Mr. Thorne's command for him to pucker and wiggle his ass so it was nice and relaxed for his sons' enjoyment. Once Mr. Thorne saw that Nicholas was trying to comply, he got on his cell, "Dave, I want you and Will to come to the trestle. Our new boy needs a pussying real bad! He's getting himself ready for you two. You should see him; I've got him puckerin' and wigglin' his behind like a seasoned whore. He's doing his best right now to loosen himself up for you and Will."

Nicholas, tired from trying to comply, stopped his ass jiggling, but Mr. Thorne was quick to spot him letting up, and gave him a swat on the butt, "Oh no you don't! Keep those globes dancing. When my boys arrive I want them to be treated to the sight of your rump globes happy dancing up and down, and your balls swinging from side to side!

Mr. Thorne's two boys arrived in no time. Will asked what was going on.

Mr. Thorne looked at the still dripping wet slave as he answered, "Nicholas here couldn't keep his hands away from Mr. Naughty when I was out of the room for a couple of seconds. So I want you two to do your business on him. Give it to him good!"

With wide smiles on their faces, Mr. Thorne's two sons began removing their clothes, as Mr. Thorne went up behind the ass-wiggling Nicholas, and slowly started working an index finger up his hole. Nicholas yelped as Mr. Thorne gave a smile to his boys, "This little yokel-drudge has a nice and tight hole that should give both of you boys plenty of opportunity to perfect your breeding maneuvers!"

Little Will laughed, "You called me just in time, Dad. I was doing my morning porn session and was just about to start doing some serious whackin'!"

Once both brothers were naked they grabbed their peckers and started fondling and jacking themselves to work themselves up to full combat readiness. Once their cum guns were fully charged, loaded, and ready for battle, the brothers gave each other quizzical looks as they tried to decide who would lead the assault.

Little Will gave a nod to his older brother, "You first, bro! I learn so much from you every time I watch you horse-plug a slave!"

Dave, happy to be the first one up at bat, went up to Nicholas at the front of the trestle, and stuck his cock in the slave's face. "First thing you gotta do for me, boy, before I jackhammer your behind, is to get me lubed up!"

Will laughed and called out, "Yeah drudge, super-slime my bro's rod!"

Dave unceremoniously grabbed the proud young lawyer `wanna-be' by both of his ears, and guided his lips to his dick tip. "Open your mouth, Mr. Ass Pie, it's knob-slobbin' time! My ramrod needs to get up your behind, so you need to grease him up so he can go in real nice and easy. For both your comfort and mine, get him super juicy!"

Holding Nicholas by both ears, Dave sort of rammed his first-born male cock into his mouth, and pushed it all the way to the back of his throat. Nicholas started slobbering and sputtering, as all three Thornes started laughing out loud.

Dave hooted, "Look at Mr. Dick Lover going to town slimin' my rod! He seems to be as excited as a teen girl getting her first taste of footballer cock!"

Dave addressed his sucker, "That's it homoboy; slime me up so I can fuck you good, just the way you faggots like it from us footballers!"

Dave's father called out, "Way to go Dave! `Ear control' is the best way to get your cock pre-slimed for heavy-duty pumping action!"

The young and impressionable Will shouted out his own brand of encouragement, "Look at those tears rolling down that pretty face of his! Looks like the poor little slave-cunt doesn't like the idea of having to take man-dick up his sport hole!"

Dave pulled out of Nicholas's mouth and his father and brother could see that his dick was super glistening with fuck lube.

Dave went behind the ready-to-be-fucked maiden, who was bent over the trestle rod, secured with legs spread wide, and got a good view of the ass-pussy trembling and pulsing before him. Dave's eager man-throbber began juicing precum."

Will was surprised, "Wow bro, you're fuck-spike is really super aced today!"

Mr. Thorne was pleased, "Looks like you're ready to do some serious nailing, son! I've never seen your Mr. Rodger pointing higher nor looking meaner!"

As Dave guided his quivering, mushroom headed, fuck-tube slowly up the slave's pulsing bitch hole, the slave yelped and squirmed. The slave's squirming felt good to Dave, and he informed his fuck, "Squirm all you want, Missy, because you're not going anywhere!"

Little Will was thrilled, "Way to go, bro! Start filling that slave hole with man juice!"

As his owner's eldest son began to seriously plug away, the slave began yelping like a helpless puppy. And when eventually Dave ranged up his ass-plugging to serious jackhammering mode (with a smile on his face that said he was in heaven), the drudge began to wail.

Dave's father was proud, and tapped his youngest son on the shoulder, "Look at your older brother, Will, plowing away like some Turkish prison guard!"

Mr. Thorne called out to his thrust-fucking son, "I'm so proud of you son! Pump those hips just the way I taught you!"

Little Will was encouraged, "Wow Dave, when it's my turn at bat I'm gonna try and use some of your same fuck moves!"

Both Will and his father fondled themselves into serious erections as they watch Dave, the eldest son, do his well-experienced back-hole business.

The hard fuck thrusts that Dave was delivering caused the secured servitor to try and jump away, and his feet tried to kick against their restraints.

Will called out, "You got him tap dancing like a whore, Dave!

Mr. Thorne laughed as he stroked himself, "Yeah, we should put some ballet shoes on this dancing fag!"

Dave moaned, "Holy shit, I'm heading full-steam down the glory express lane, and I'm gonna be splooging any second now!"

Will could almost feel what his older brother was feeling between his legs, "Yeah bro, seed him good! Slobber-lather him up real good with your big-brother sex juice!"

Dave rolled his eyes in ecstasy, "Oh yeah, Will, I can feel it cummin and I'm not gonna' let you down!"

Will was so worked up watching his older brother do his man business that he had to stop fondling himself, since he was oozing so heavily he would have shot his load prematurely.

Dave moaned, "Oh yeah, it's about to happen. Come on slave; squeeze my rod with your pussy hole! Make me feel good. Show me what a good boy you can be!" He then followed his order with a severe slap to the slave's ass, and was instantly rewarded by a hard clenching on his granite hard fuck stick.

Will was breathing heavy, "Oh yeah, bro, work him good and get a super load of gook up his sport hole!"

Dad and Will knew Dave was splooging his spooge when he yelled out, "Holy fucking shit in hell! Holy fuckin' fuck!"

Once he was out of ammo, Dave leaned over the bent over the heavily secured slave to catch his breath, and rasped, "Oh yeah, Will, you and I are gonna' be having a lot of fun with this hot little slave-twat college-boy! What a sweet fuck toy he's gonna be!"

When Dave finally pulled out, he nodded to his brother, "You're up next bro. It's your turn at fuck practice. Work on your moves, bro! I wanna see your cute little ass happy-dancing!"

Will, with his teen dick sticking straight up like a candy stick, went to the front side of the trestle and, like his older brother, grabbed the new slave by his ears, "Okay boy, you know why I'm here at the lubing station. Get to work!"

Nicholas reluctantly opened his mouth, Will stuck his pecker in, and ordered, "Okay boy, start juicing my rod. The juicier you get it, the easier it's gonna be on your behind!

Once he pulled out, Dave exclaimed, "Wow bro, he did a good job spit-greasing your tube! Your piss slit is already leaking happy goo!"

Little Will gave a few strokes to his rod before he entered the slave's cockpit. He slowly worked his teen fudge-packer up Nicholas's peephole as the rammed slave cried out, "NO!"

Once he was in to the hilt he gave the thumbs up sign to his father and brother.

Dave smiled at his younger brother, "Okay bro, time to go full-throttle!"

Will grabbed on with both hands to Nicholas's waist, and began hip-pumping away, as Dave walked to the front of the trestle and ordered the slave to open up, "Time to clean my fuck stick, little girl!"

Nicholas cried out as he was being pounded from behind, and orally assaulted with a pecker slimed with cum and ass juice.

His father encouraged Will, "Good classic form, son!"

Will's older brother offered advice, "Reach around and pinch his tits to up the game!"

Mr. Thorne joined, "He's right son. Use this session to do some serious breeding practice!"

Will reached around with both hands, as instructed, and took hold of Nicholas by his tits. As he upped his hip action he fondled the tits and nipples of the new family slave. Nicholas screamed as he spat out Dave's cleaned cock, causing Will's loins to tingle with ever more delicious excitement.

Dave had more advice for his younger brother, "Okay Will, what you want to do is spread your legs as far apart as you can while keeping up your thrusting speed. That way with each thrust of your hips your balls can swing free and slap against bitch-boy's tackle and underbelly; it'll feel really good!"

Will did as instructed and after only a few leg-spread thrusts, a huge grin came over his face, "Wow, bro, you sure were right about that! The feel of man-balls slapping against man-balls is cunt-fuck crazy!"

Mr. Thorne was beaming with pride, "Now you're bulldozing like a pro, son! Keep up the good form and rhythm, don't lose focus, and soon you'll be gunning happy bullets!"

Little Will, with a grin on his face, and his balls slapping away as he jackhammered his way to glory, was proud to be showing his dad and older brother that he was well on the road to being an ace bitcher.

Mr. Thorne was so proud of his youngest son that he once again grabbed his own cock and began beating, encouraging his son as he did so, "The harder you fuck him, son, the better it's gonna feel!"

Mr. Thorne next moved to the front of the horse, so he could get a front-on view of his young son fucking away at his new slave, as he continued to fondle his father-cock.

Will let out a cooing whistle as his tingling dick signaled his upcoming eruption.

Mr. Thorne, sexually charged from watching his youngest son enjoying his due, grabbed Nicholas by an ear, pinched his nose to get him to open his mouth, and then stuffed his dad-cock down his new slave's throat and began a gentle thrusting as he instructed the no-longer-in-college loser-boy to start sucking like he meant it.

Will, as his climax triggered, moaned, "Oh man, I'm about to seriously discharge!"

Dave was wide eyed, "Fuck harder and deeper, bro! Make him feel your dick tip in his throat! Send him a shitload of your boy goop!"

Thrusting harder, Will moaned, "I'm trying man; I'm trying!"

Mr. Thorne, fucking Nicholas's mouth, joined in, "Take it to the next level, son!"

Will screeched, "Oh man, I'm gonna explode! Fuck!"

When Mr. Thorne saw that his son was in the throes of sperming, he too started to feel his orgasm, "Oh man, I'm joining you, Will!"

As both father and son simultaneously creamed their new slave, Dave took a snapshot for the family album.

Once the orgasms were over, Will remained silent and shivering, with his thruster still lodged up Nicholas's behind. After a bit he shook his sweat covered head and moaned, "Man, that felt like a thousand Thanksgivings!"

Will and his father then pulled out of their freshly cream-splooged holes together.

And as sex sludge oozed out of the still-secured slave's ass, Mr. Thorne praised his sons, "It made me so proud to see you two boys doing your business like real pros!"

Will beamed, "Thanks, Dad! It really upped the game for me when you decided to join in!"

Dave joined in, "Dad, I'm fucking proud of you too! I wish you would join us in the fun more often!"

Mr. Thorne nodded in agreement, "That's a mighty tempting invite, now that we know our little maiden is a screamer!"

As the three Thorne males got dressed, Dave asked, "Dad, should we leave him `trestled' for a couple of hours to give him some time to think about the consequence of disobedience?"

Mr. Thorne thought for a moment, "No. He has quite a heavy list of chores that still need to be completed today. Besides, he's starting to stink. I want him to bathe and perfume himself and then get back to work as quickly as possible!"

As Mr. Thorne started releasing the still crying pussy-boy from his restraints, he touched him on his quivering buttocks, "Now that you've been pussy-bred by my sons, I hope you've learned your lesson that you are never to touch yourself again without my permission!"

Once he was released from the fuck-trestle, Nicholas returned to his living room quarters' in a daze. As overwhelmed as he was by what he considered to be the ultimate humiliation, something very strange indeed was happening to him. New inner voices' were coming at him, asking him to accept his abject situation in a way that he had never before considered; and when he pondered their offer he found himself flooded with sensations of immense comfort.

And once he had pondered the offer from his inner `voices', he also found himself in mighty need of sexual release. It was not so much that his need for release was so intense, but that it was so different from anything that he had ever before experienced.

Nicholas suddenly no longer gave a damn if he didn't take the shower in a timely fashion as Mr. Thorne and directed; he needed to get his rocks off, now.

He reclined on his bed and looked down at his erection. He smiled at his old friend, his dick head, and spoke to it, "We've been through a lot together, but nothing like this, ol' pal!"

Nicholas reached his hand down and touched his inner thigh, and started swirling his fingers against his thigh flesh. As the swirling sensations of delight crescendoed, Nicholas reached for his cock with his other hand and began jerking.

After tugging for no more than a minute, Nicholas suddenly stopped and wondered, `What if Mr. Thorne or one of his sons were to catch me? Then what would they do to me?'

As he pondered the issue, a smile gradually began forming on his face, and Nicholas reached for his cock, and again began stroking. His smile grew; Nicholas now no longer cared if any member of the Thorne family caught him. In fact, he now hoped that they would. The more he thought of what they might do to him, the bigger and harder grew his cock and the greater his need for release.

Nicholas had accepted his lot, and found it glorious. He began to furiously jack his less than 24-year old dick; and when he knew that he was near to the point of release, he started to moan out loud, almost as if involuntarily trying to draw the attention of the entire Thorne family.

Nicholas' yelled out in ecstasy as his male rocket ignited and began firing ropes of boy goo; his loins quivered, sang, and exploded, in ways he had never before experienced.

Once he had recovered from the glorious release of his long-suppressed supply of man energy, Nicholas laughed to himself as he took a towel and began to wipe off his boy nozzle and his totally splooge-basted belly.

When, finally, Nicholas had wiped up all of his boy cream from off his chest, he began to wonder why in all of the ancient texts and mythologies there was never a god or goddess of humiliation, for humiliation was certainly a driving force for the vast part of humanity that sees itself as some form of `sub'.

Nicholas didn't know the answer, and thought that perhaps humiliation was not recognized as a god because it took on too many diverse and disparate manifestations.

But Nicholas didn't need an answer, for he was finally at peace. God or not, Nicholas had found his pride, his inspiration, his guide, and his glory; it was humiliation. Sublime humiliation!

THE END

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