MethSlut

To be honest, I think that understates the sheer idiocy of our current Government....

Four “It’s a good shine boys. I think Pig has outdone Bitch of course, but then that’s to be expected. He’s more practiced” I was crushed. My master thought I was useless. I wasn’t going to get any more of the pleasure drug and I was going to be sent away! I began to beg for forgiveness. It literally spouted out of me, naturally as if I’d been doing it all of my life. “Please Sir, I can do better, I’m not a bad boy, don’t send me away Sir” Master laughed heartily, then backhanded me, hard, across the face. I would have a bruise but fuck his casual cruelty turned me on. I nearly went on all fours and offered him my ass right there. “Don’t speak until spoken to Bitch. If I want to send you away, I will. You’ve not done badly and you’ll learn to do better in time. I think you’ve deserved a little more.” I was really happy at this, so I leant up to take the pipe from my Master’s hands. He simply moved it away from where I could reach and I got confused. Wasn’t I supposed to take more? I thought that was what he’d just said? “I want you in the sling, Bitch. Get up and get in there. Pig, help him.” I had no idea how to do this of course as I’d never been in one before in my whole life but the principle is pretty obvious. I stood up and began to walk to the sling. I felt a boot in the back of my knees, and I fell to the floor. “You never, ever walk in my presence Bitch. Crawl. Like the dog you are” “WRUFF!” I have no idea, to this day, why I barked. It just felt so right. I was Master’s Bitch and I was almost wagging with pleasure as the abuse I was getting and he’d called me a dog. It slid into place. So I barked, I think. “Good Bitch! Now Pig, get the bitch dog into the sling” I crawled over to the sling, but I’m not entirely without a degree of knowledge about my own body. I know I look fairly good, I’m fairly young and I do have something that men tend to want – a pretty, hot butt which had been framed by my swimmer’s jock. So I crawled, but I did it slowly, wiggling my ass and making sure Master could see the goods on display. It was hard work – I wanted some more of the pleasure drug badly, but I made sure Master had a display. He seemed appreciative of it, as he came over and blew some smoke near my face. Not enough to get, but enough to tease. “Bitch if you’re so proud of that ass, I’m going to make you enjoy it more.” I had absolutely no idea what the fuck that meant, so I simply said “Yes Sir, Thank you Sir” which seemed a safe bet. Pig helped me into the sling when we got there and secured my arms and legs into the respective holds on the device. I pulled and yanked and was not really able to move much. Bondage! I’d wanted this for almost as long as I could wank. I was in the presence of a hypermasculine sadist, I was controlled and in chains, with my ass exposed and my cock hidden away. I felt tears in my eyes, and looked away embarrassed, only to have my lifelong friend Tommy lean over me and lick my tears away. He whispered: “I know.” He kissed me again, sensuously and not because of the rush or the drugs, but because we’d come to the point where we truly shared kinship. Even if that was a love of drugs, cocks and servitude. I responded in kind and tongued the back of my friend’s mouth. My tits were screaming to be tweaked and the very fact that I couldn’t turned me on so much I nearly blew my load there and then. Master handed Tommy something, and loudly said “Take three big rocks Pig. Give one to me, and two for him”. I felt the wetness of lube then a pushing at my asshole. I tried to relax a bit but I’d never take so much as a finger, much less a cock in there! I looked down but I was amazed to see it was only a finger! I’d never take a cock if this is how strange it felt. It was bad enough when I douched earlier but this felt so odd. And it burned. Oh God how it burned! “They are both in him Sir” “Ride this Pig, it’s for you” Once again, I had the privilege of seeing my lifelong friend and member of my mother’s book club tweaking his tits in his red jock and boots whilst bouncing up and down on a finger and properly pleasuring himself. Fuck he looked hot. “Thank you SIR!” The burning was beginning to subside after I’d been distracted by the floor show and so I decided not to mention it but something else had started to happen. I was hungry. No, not me. My butt was hungry. Holy FUCK it was hungry. I knew I’d wanted to try being a bottom but that finger was clearly good for me. “Bitch, you have just had a large ‘booty bump’ of Tina. The same drug but it has a peculiar effect when delivered this way. You should be experiencing a significant increase in the urge that you have to get fucked. In fact, I can see that you are from the way you’re moving” Moving? I was in bondage and couldn’t move. But then I realised I WAS managing to move. My arms and legs were strapped in, but my hips were gyrating up and down as if I could magic more of the finger – of ANYTHING – into my ass. Pig was experiencing something similar I think. I looked down at him, completely free of bondage, and noticed he was trying to bend over and kept pushing his fingers up his butt to try to stimulate himself. He was whimpering very audibly at this point and pointing to his hole and then stupidly tried to grab Master to pull him into his butthole. Master was having none of that, so he laid a roundhouse punch to him, but even on his back having been thrown over the room, Pig was upside down legs in the air and trying to get his hole filled. Master sighed. “Pig, get your training toy off the shelf and ram it up your cunt. You may use lube” Pig practically ran to the shelf and picked up a buttplug which I swear was larger than my head and began to grunt and tweak his tits again, and ride the toy until it plopped into his butt. I have no idea how that happened but he still wasn’t happy and kept moving to and fro to try to get pleasure for himself. Master sighed again. “Pig, get a hold of yourself or so help me God I will Taser you” You could actually see Tommy thinking about it. He actually considered being tasered rather than stopping pleasuring himself, but he did stop and sat still. With a fuck of a lot of effort. I didn’t. My hole was now SCREAMING for something in it. I would have taken the fucking Taser. Master approached me for the first time getting close to me since we had met. “Do you want something from me?” “Please Sir, for the love of GOD fuck me, any form of fucking, fingers, toys, dildos, your dick just shove something in me!” “Anything boy?” “ANYTHING Please Sir, PLEASE!” Master laughed a cruel, hollow laugh. He produced a finger and made me suck it which I did with my increasingly dry mouth. He dipped it into his bag and produced another crystal and without any more lube on at all, rammed his finger up to the hilt in my ass. I practically exploded. There were stars in my vision as I think every neuron in my body erupted with pleasure. My Master’s Finger!! I ground my hips more, trying to get another into me. Then it penetrated my rushing brain – I’d just taken ANOTHER crystal. My rush hit new heights. I was almost screaming at my Master to let me out so I could ride him, the dildos, my fingers, even the fucking door handle would have done. Master saw this and let out a laugh. He was smoking his pipe still and the clouds were coming thick and fast. He leant forwards to me, and I eagerly accepted the shotgun he offered me, although in the drug fuelled rush I was in it didn’t really do anything. “Do you want something in your ass Bitch?” “Fuck me, yes please Sir. I want to be a really good bottom Bitch for you Sir! Please, please, please FUCK ME!” “I think I will Bitch. Pig, get underneath the sling and suck me hard. Then stand by Bitch’s head” There was a scuffling sound and the Pig moved under the sling and then a series of slurping and grunting noises – Pig was clearly pleasuring himself on the buttplug whilst his Master’s cock was in his mouth. Lucky cunt. I felt cold lube in my guts, and then suddenly a pressure. It grew and grew, slightly painful but a lot pleasurable. Pig appeared at my head, gently playing with my tits and murmuring encouragement in my ear. “You can do it Robin. You know you can. We both wanted this for so long and you’ll become nothing more than a bitch tonight. Slave Bitch” Yes! I am SLAVE BITCH! With that last, I grunted and pushed my hips to meet my Master’s cock. It slid into me with force and without breaking any stride, Master began to fuck me. I was taking my first cock, from my Master! Master began making a series of pleasured grunts and I could tell that he was enjoying my butt and I was willing him to cum. I know he hadn’t used a condom and I really liked the fact that this made it just slightly more sleazy. He might be poz for all I know, but I didn’t really care at this point. Master increased his pace and my hole was singing in pleasure. I desperately wanted his cum in me. I wanted him to own me and I felt somehow so right being here and so enveloped in a lifestyle that I hadn’t even openly admitted I wanted until tonight. I knew, at that moment, that he was right. I was never going to leave here again. I was no longer Robin. I was Slave Bitch. I sighed happily. Slave Pig whispered to me “Tell him” “Speak Boy” “Please Sir. I want – no, I need your cum in me. I need it. I need you to mark me as your Slave Bitch” “Good boy!” With a growl, Master shot a volley of cum into my guts. I could feel it hitting the sides and it was one of the best sensations I think I’ve ever experienced. Without hesitation, Master withdrew his cock and concealed it again – and I hadn’t managed to get a single glimpse of it! However, the sensation was replaced with something familiar, a lapping at my cunt by the tongue of Slave Pig who was literally sucking the cum out of my hole. He then moved to my head, and kissed me, swapping our Master’s cum between ourselves, licking it off my face when I dribbled a bit and then openly and passionately kissing me. “Welcome to my stable, Bitch”

Three The man I was going to call my Master had been smoking on his bowl of burning pipe tobacco for the whole of my little strip show but he now put it down. I thought that his breath had sped up and his eyes looked a little wilder, but it was probably a trick of the light. I mean, it was fairly dark in here even with the dim red lighting. “Pig, are the doors locked?” “Yes, Master” “Is my new property ready for me to inspect?” “Yes, Master” He took stood up and took a step towards me and I could feel a wave of masculine testosterone that just seemed to emanate from him, pushing out into the room and washing over me. “Kneel” I sank to my knees, not really knowing why, and looked down at the floor, like Pig was. I felt a leather collar encircle my neck, and Master locked it at the back. I now looked exactly like Tommy. “You are to be called Slave Bitch. You will forget any other name you used to have in the presence of me or my other slaves” I was so scared now I was shaking and I was thinking that this was too much, that I needed to head to the door and go. Tommy raised up his hand to put around me, but I shied away. So much was happening, and I wanted it badly in so many ways, but it terrified me in so many others. “You will take this now bitch. Suck when you are told. Exhale when you are told” Master put the glass pipe to my lips. I didn’t smoke tobacco so wasn’t sure what I was doing, but I glanced at Tommy and he clearly nodded – he wasn’t supposed to I think, but it was a nice gesture of encouragement from my friend – and I gained some fortification from that. Master lit the torch and soon a swirl of weird white cloud was threatening to escape the top of the pipe. “Suck” I sucked as hard as I could, but Master told me to slow down. A gentle suck was preferred and so I did this instead. It felt like an age, but eventually we stopped when my lungs were about to burst. “Exhale” I blew out a very thick cloud of white smoke. “I can see from your face that you are wondering what this is. You are to do what you just did nine more times, and I will tell you” With the promise of an answer and there being no gross taste, I sucked and exhaled as Master had told me nine more times. I was definitely feeling the effects of this by the time I had done my tenth puff, so Master said: “That was crystal meth boy. Before you completely freak out – tell me how you feel. Be extremely explicit” Meth?!? The street drug?? What the actual fuck. “Robin, explain to him” Master lashed out at Pig, his boots kicking straight into his balls. “Aaaargh” “You know the rules better than that. Pig, stop helping. Bitch, speak” “I feel nervous that I’ve used a drug Sir. But….” I thought a minute “…I want to be used Sir. I want a man’s dick in me, not the equally clueless uni students with me, but a man who knows how to…” the big admission. I breathed deep “…how to use me like the worthless little bottom bitch I am. Who wants to feed me his cock and feed me his piss, and make me take dick after dick like I’ve seen in the porn and treat me like a complete cunt and…” I think a dam had been broken, as once I’d make these admissions, I couldn’t stop talking. Master sat back on his massive throne and spread his legs. His cock was enticingly just behind that thin wall of fabric but fuck, his boots were shining at the ends of his legs and the whole of him looked like the most masculine thing I’d ever seen. Fuck I wanted to bury my tongue in them. “Pig, you may hit the pipe. Do ten, like Bitch” Pig didn’t need asking twice and in a matter of minutes, eight of the ten puffs were done. I just didn’t seem to be able to sit still for some reason and so I was fidgeting hard now and playing with my nipples. These are hard wired to my cock and I was trying to get hard, but it wasn’t working! Then I remembered, only Master’s cock mattered and I was so happy that I was worthless! “Pig, shotgun the remaining two” What? He was going to shoot someone?? I looked around in confusion. Before I knew what was happening, my friend from school, the guy I’d know half my life slammed his lips onto mine and blew a cloud of smoke into me. I wasn’t expecting it, so I coughed it out. I saw him drag again – this must be the shotgun! I opened my lips ready to receive more of this pleasurable fantasy smoke and I saw him coming towards me. He grabbed the back of my head, looked directly into my eyes and blew the smoke. I exhaled the smoke through my nose, but I didn’t let Pig go. We were now both rushing and high as we locked our tongues in passion. Pig’s dick didn’t seem to struggle with the meth as much as mine was and he was running his hands over my tits which just felt electric, and I was feeling his body all over with my hands. I wanted to explore my friend’s body and so I grasped his ass with my hands and tried clumsily to get him to push his whole body onto mine and to make him stuff his dick in me – it was clearly hard now in the confines of his jock. Tommy – sorry, Pig – pushed me down onto my back by my neck and said, “you want this, don’t you bitch”. Not sure if he was referring to the life I’d just chosen to experiment with, to more of the drug, or to his cock up my ass I paused – then realised I really, really wanted all three of them. I heard the torch go, and Master was smoking more clouds again watching his two 21-year-old slaves fondle, grope and begin to process of rushing and fucking. Tommy stood up, his big thick legs towering above me. I started to stand as well, but Tommy booted me onto my back and, whilst playing with his tits squatted over my face. I was a little unsure about what I should do but I could smell the musk of his ass in my nostrils and before I could say anything or do anything, Tommy punched me in the balls. This caused me to exclaim out loud in pain – “Oooof” – which caused me to open my mouth and Tommy just planted his ass on my tongue. I was curious about what to do but Tommy – sorry Pig, I will get used to calling my friend that – told me: “Stick your tongue in me” I was feeling no pain at this point, so I went with what my lusting body was screaming at me to do. I began to eat at his ass, sticking my tongue as deep and thoroughly as I could. Pig was grunting happily to this which I took to mean I was doing it well and he was bouncing up and down on my tongue and pinching at his tits whilst he did it. “He any good Pig?” “Yes Master. He’s naturally very talented and has a really long tongue. I’ve wanted to do this for a while now” I felt something of a glow of pride. “Is he high enough?” “There’s a ‘high enough’ Sir?” Master let out a deep rumbling laugh at that and said: “Probably not for you, fucking addict. Both of you, come here and clean my boots. If the shine if good, I’ll give you some more” Pig leapt off my face and stuck his tongue on the left boot and I did the same for the right boot, tongues on boots, asses in the air. Above us on the throne sat our Master, pipe in hand blowing clouds of smoke at out heads. Pig was trying to breathe them in, but they diffused away just before they could get to him. Master thought this was hilarious clearly as he kept doing it. I was so horny at this point that I was trying to lick through the leather and out the other side, but Master kept moving his boots and kicking me in the face, just lightly enough to sting, but not enough to bruise. I was being treated like a fucking useless, worthless cunt and I fucking loved it! After a little while, he said “Stop. Let’s see if you deserve more” We stopped in place, and Master pulled up his legs and put a boot onto my back, and one onto Pig’s. He sat back and examined his boots, using us as footstools. He said he was happy with the shine and therefore it was time to move to the next level.

Well, here's the second part. You do have the most amazing butt, I might write that into the story 😛

Two I’m nervous now. This wasn’t what I had in mind at all. I mean, Tommy was always a very good-looking young man, but now he’s matured into an adult he doesn’t seem to have any of the gawkiness that young guys tend to have. He was also looking at the floor the whole time which was kind of hot, and I couldn’t help but notice the somewhat giant bulge filling out his jockstrap and the sweet butt the straps were framing. Even so, I mean, this was supposed to be anonymous, not sex with someone whilst there was another guy in the house that my mother knows! I head downstairs as instructed, and at the bottom of the stairs, I find a closed door. I listen for a minute, unsure of the protocol of this, so I figure you can’t go wrong with a knock and enter. I knock. No answer, so I head in. I enter the basement room to find something I had not quite expected. The room was very dimly lit, with a strange red glow to the lighting that was present. To my left, there was a large TV, probably 70” or so taking up most of the wall, with a couch in front of it. Next to the couch was a large throne-like chair facing the TV, with multiple steel rings affixed to the wooden frame. To my right, I think I saw a sling – I’m still too new to know the names of most of this stuff – something to tie a guy in a cross-shape on a wall, and rows upon rows of toys. The toys terrified me, but some of them were small, so I figured he’ll be kind and just use the smallest ones on me. The others, some of them a good four foot long, must be intended for more experienced guys. I idly wondered if Tommy had taken any of them, but reigned those thoughts back in. I did not notice the door behind me open again. “Good evening, Robin” Startled, I turned to see the man I had come to meet. He was truly beautiful. Piercing blue eyes topped a face with some stubble, close cropped ginger hair, his frame was well built and muscular, and he had chosen to wear a selection of leather – harness, bicep band, chaps and boots - which just served to accentuate his manliness. He also had on a cloth jockstrap, meaning I couldn’t see his dick – the dick I was thinking about being the bottom bitch for – but I could certainly see the bulge, even in the low light. What can I say – I tend to notice these things, wannabe cock whore that I am. “Erm… Hi” “You sound nervous. No need boy – let’s sit down and we can discuss the rest of our conversation” “Yes, that would be good” “I need a footstool, I hope you don’t mind” Why the fuck would I mind that he wanted to put his feet up? I mean, it was his house after all! “Please don’t mind me” “PIG!” The ferocious yell echoed throughout the whole neighbourhood I think, but in a second Tommy was in the room. Sorry, Slave Pig was in the room. The muscular man simply pointed at his feet, and Tommy got on all fours and moved so that he was directly under his boots. He then rested them on Tommy’s back! “Pig makes an excellent footstool, just about the right height. You wanted to talk to me more about your fantasies. I understand you’re fairly new to sex, but you want to try being a bottom. I spoke to you about this in detail and frankly, I don’t believe you” “Excuse me?” I mean, I might not know sex well, but I do know what I see when I’m wanking! “You lied to me. And worse, you lie to yourself. I can see it in your eyes. You are envious of my slave Pig. It’s a life you could have had and one that you still want. It hasn’t come to you yet, and you don’t know how to reach out to touch it” I was astounded. But I was also turned on. I just kept looking at the slave under his feet and kept trying to think ‘that’s my friend’ and ‘I don’t want that’, but my brain just wouldn’t let me. The fact, I was astounded to notice, was that I was jealous of Tommy! “Look inside you. You know you want this life. Admit it now, and I will introduce you to it. You will be free to leave whenever you want, but I guarantee that you will never exercise that option” “I…” I was caught. He knew I wanted it. I did too, really. Even fucking Tommy probably knew. But if I said yes, what did that make me? “If I say yes, I’ll be another… slave? “Yes boy, one of my slaves” “Are there any rules I need to know?” A delaying tactic whilst I thought. Didn’t think there would be any… “One; Do as you are told or you can leave. Your clothes will be kept by the door. Two; you don’t fuck, suck, finger yourself or do anything sexual at all without my permission. Three; there is no right of appeal. That’s all” Sounds easy enough. “Then I would like to try it please” “Please what?” “Erm... please, er Sir?” “Good boy. I am always known as Sir or Master within these walls” He leant forwards and picked up a torch and pipe from off the table in front of him. With the torch, he melted a small amount of crystalline shaped rocks in a glass pipe, which I assumed was some form of incense. Master took a drag and exhaled a white cloud though, so maybe a weird kind of pipe tobacco? Tommy – sorry Pig – started to whimper at this. I thought that strange, but Master lifted a boot and casually kicked him hard on the head making him grunt audibly and stop whimpering. “You know the rules. New guests, first. Pig – strip the new boy” I stood up, not quite knowing what was going on, but knowing I was enjoying the feeling of being instructed, of not having to think or to care. So, I let Pig begin to strip me, which he did fairly slowly and sensuously. First my t-shirt to show off my body, where he brushed over my nipples gently by ‘accident’ causing my dick to twitch; then the sneakers and socks which he stopped to sniff; finally, my trousers, which he did from behind and whilst he was pulling them down put his face up against my butt. Not anything overtly sexual but kind of was. I felt a bit uncomfortable with my friend doing that to be honest, but it was over in a moment. At my underwear, Master told Pig to stop and reached behind a sofa cushion to pull out a yellow swimmer’s jock. I didn’t need to be told. I shucked my underwear and I put on the jock but I could feel both of them trying to see my dick. I did it too fast for them to be able to get even a glimpse and got the jock on. It matched Pigs’ red swimmer’s jock entirely. I was left wondering what was coming next.

One I stood at the doorway of his house. All I had to do was knock, and I could go in. I knew deep down that this was what I wanted. What I’d always wanted, really. But somehow, I was struggling to lift up my hand and knock on the fucking door or ring the bell. I’m not usually this shy or retiring. I mean, I’m not an extrovert by any stretch of the imagination and I’m probably more likely to be found in book club that in a night club, but even so, I’ve had sex before. Three times now! And I know I want to have a fuck of a lot more of it. My first time was a bit of a fumble and a miss and quite frankly bad, but it was a first so that counts. The next two I’d started to get the rhythm of it, but I was on top and to be honest, it’s not where I’m supposed to be, not really. I mean, I like the sensation of having my dick rubbed – who doesn’t? – but I ended up cumming in the rubber, and completely unsatisfied. The bottom I was with was happy enough though; my dick isn’t small. I’ve been pretty blessed there. The problem was, when I was fucking, all I could think about was, well, being the guy on the other side. Getting fucked, being used. And not in the more innocent way a lot of my university friends were into – such as sleeping with a couple of guys a month – but by being a hardcore cumdump slave. A piece of human garbage. A piece of trash that other men used because they were bored, or even ignored and made to fetch the coffee after my boyfriend had finished fucking another guy on our marital bed – with me being tied up and made to watch maybe. Or even tied underneath the other sub’s butt so I had the cum and lube dripping into my face whilst my boyfriend pleasured another guy. That’d be hot too. The guy behind the door offered me some of that. We’d begun to talk on the hookup apps, like every meeting, but quickly we decided that we’d prefer to finish the conversation in person. He didn’t live far from me and it seemed sensible to come over and knock on the door. We’d have a talk and maybe I’d get to go on the bottom for my fourth ever screw. I thought about that thought for a moment. It gave me the energy – and a bit of a twitch in my cock if I’m honest – to knock the doorbell. There was an indeterminate period when I thought he was having me on. Stupid fag wanted using so badly he went to an empty house. But then, the door opened – and I was shellshocked by what I saw. It was a cute young guy, naked except for a collar and a red jockstrap, boots and red socks. He looked slightly built but he was the same age as me. I knew that for a fucking fact. “Master is waiting for you, downstairs” “Tommy?” “I’m known as Slave Pig in this house, but yeah. Hi Robin. Master told me you were coming over here and I couldn’t quite believe it, but, well, you’re here” “How the fuck…” “There are lots of things to be said – but get to him or he’ll get mad” Tommy and I go way back. We knew each other from the age of around 12 and basically grew up together. He lived about eight houses down from me, we were in the same groups at school, hung out after school with each other on the Xbox and you know, teenage things like pretending we both liked girls, boasting of our wins, commiserating our losses like you do. I kind of suspected he way gay and I’m pretty sure he knew I was bi, but we never really discussed it and it didn’t really bother either of us. I was on the academic fast track toward university, but he went a different route as he was more practically minded, so he went off to a technical college to qualify as something manual. Electrician, I think I remember. “Move” Tommy grabbed my wrist, yanked me over the step and into the house. Who knew what I’d find downstairs?

This is my first attempt at writing anything at all - I hope you liked it. If you have anything else you'd love to see in a fantasy, let me know

Eleven Slut began to narrate the highlights of the year with Master Daniel. He’d seen me walking away, but he was high as a kite, determined to be a good boy and not show me up, so he sat on the road and tried not to cry, his lead in his mouth. Master Daniel saw this and reacted savagely, knocking the slut to the floor and instructing his two boys to begin to kick him all over his body. The two muscle sluts one and two did this with wild abandon, avoiding his pretty face but hitting almost every other element of his body – chest, arms, guts, dick, balls, even his feet. Never enough to damage him, but enough to make it very clear: he was last. Master Daniel confirmed this. “Slut, you will be known as number three whilst you are under my care. My porn career is successful and whilst porn doesn’t pay that well, I often sell these two sluts out to men desperate to want them or to be them to bolster my income. You will want for nothing, and you will want nothing more than what I give you. From now on, I am the only man that matters, my dick is the only dick you care about and when I command, you obey. You may leave however at any point; your clothes will be kept in the box by the door with a small stipend of cash to get you on your feet if you choose to leave me. Otherwise you will be naked, collared and with your lead on at all times whilst in my apartment, whether I am there or not. I have webcams throughout the apartment; you will be found out if you disobey me and there will be consequences. You are also now forbidden to speak. Bark once if you understand me” “Wruff” “Bark again if you are coming back with me now” “Wruff” And with that, Daniel led the three boys into the car and drove back to his apartment. The next few weeks were an adjustment for the boy. There were no drugs at all and a lot more menial work. His life became something of a routine – get up early in the morning, worship the Master who took one boy to his bed each morning for sex whilst the other two watched on helpless, steroid injections, clean the apartment, gym for three hours, then in the evenings either be a footstool, be tied up, or be used. He was never allowed to cum, but if he squirted when he was fucked, that was his lot. When he was first used by Daniel, he was invited to specify one ‘development goal’ for himself (to go with the many Master Daniel had for him) and of course he couldn’t think of anything because my slut is a lot of things, but bright isn’t one of them. So he said he was disappointed he could only take two dicks and wanted to take two arms as well. From that moment on, Daniel began to train his cunt to take a fist. Every evening the boy would be tied down and have toys, depth trainers, butt plugs and of course, Daniel’s cock and those of Daniel’s friends and fellow porn stars loosening him and preparing him for his first fist. Every night he slept plugged, with larger and larger plugs. About six months of literally endless plugging and hammering at his hole, Daniel announced he was ready for his fist. Number three (my slut) had assumed this meant that he was going to have a nice bump of chems which he was missing like holy hell, a lube shot and a finger opening. Not to be. After nearly six months of plugs, he didn’t have a cunt which could close on its own anymore – the muscle was exhausted – and so Daniel just gave him a very deep and hard fucking, then inserted four fingers, dry. Number three squirmed and squirmed and so one and two were instructed to hold him down. Those boys are big – when you get held, you don’t move. Master Daniel added ‘special lube’ – which turned out to have a slight anaesthetic in it – and began to push for the fifth finger. There was a lot of resistance even now, but he managed it; the whole fist went in. He has a soft streak and he held it there, with number three in the special heaven reserved for the first time you take a fist, before taking Daniel took his dick and pissed in slut’s face, marking the moment as one for Master Daniel, not for slut. From that moment on, either Master Daniel or one of the two boys fisted the slut every single day. Three had to be lubed to take the fist at any moment from waking to sleeping, and one of the other boys often woken him up by unplugging him, re-lubing him, fisting him and kicking the plug back in. The night plugs became bigger and bigger accordingly. Eventually, around twelve months in – mere days before the slut presented itself back to me – Daniel had announced it was time for him to achieve his goal. Again, one and two held him down and Daniel inserted four fingers, and the other fist. In no time at all, number three had taken both of the fists into his butt. He opened his mouth, expecting the piss of the marking that Daniel was prone to doing, but this did not happen. “You have achieved your stated goal number three. What is your next one? You have been silent for one year and so you may briefly speak” “I want to show my Boss, Sir. I think it’s time I returned to him. I miss him” “Then your clothes are by the door slut. You know where I am. Don’t be a stranger, I’ve enjoyed owning you this past year” One and two got up and slut plugged himself – almost a reflex now – and came to show me his new cunt. The cunt he’d made of himself – for me. “So you’ve been sober for a whole year?” “Yes Daddy” “And you’re Master Daniel’s plugged slave now?” “No Sir. I’m yours. Whatever and however you want me, if you still want me” My dick was rock hard now within my boy’s cavernous cunt and even as big as my dick was I couldn’t quite make it reach the edges. I needed to cum in my boy again, I needed to mark him as being mine, I needed to make sure he wasn’t half with Master Daniel in his mind and most importantly, I just needed to. “My slut, open that drawer and get the two points out. After a year away, you must be screaming for a slam” Slut wasted no time grabbing the pins, tourniquet and cleaning pads. He put one beside me, almost reverentially, and held the other in his mouth. He yanked the tourniquet onto his really quite firm arms, wiped off and held out his arm. He stared intently into my eyes and said: “Wruff” For some reason, this turned me on no end. I grabbed his lead and pulled him in towards me, kissed him on the mouth passionately around the sides of the pin. I used my tongue to kiss him and then also to lift the pin over into my own mouth. Slut whimpered at this, excited I think as much as I was for the flight to come. I uncapped, inserted the pin into MY arm and then deliberately slowly, I found the register. I watched my blood for a moment, then withdrew the pin and turned to slut. “Want this?” He was almost wagging at this point, and in a way, we knew it had to be. I needed to mark the boy as mine. My property. My slut. I inserted, found the register, mixed his blood and mine together, and pushed. Slowly, oh so slowly, the fluids moved into my boy. He started to breathe harder and harder, his eyes gained an intense wildness like I’d never seen before; I clicked off the tourniquet, there was a momentary pause, and then a cough. “Oh Sir! Oh, fuck me, fuck me SIR! Daddy I want you, I want you to be proud of me, to own me, to…” …and on and on. I grabbed my pin, tied up and shot off a decent 0.3 and flew. This wasn’t a normal rush though. This wasn’t some one night trick I didn’t know, or a hooker I was performing on. This was my SLUT! The emotion made me angry, horny and dominant in one foul swoop. “Think you can stay away from me for a year and show up smelling of other men, do you cunt?” “I’m sorry Daddy, I love you Daddy, I love your big fucking cock Daddy…” I grabbed his head and shoved him onto the floor, ass up and mounted him. No lube, just shoved as hard as I could, my monster dick vanishing into the cavern that was his now monster cunt. He was screaming with pleasure at this and so I decided to hold him by the throat and screw him until his brain rattled. I was rewarded with: “Thank you Daddy, I’ve missed my Boss’s cock and nasty attitude Daddy” Which just turned me on more. With a roar of defiance, against the whole World I think, I drove my cock in harder and deeper and feeling the pulse beginning, I unloaded my balls into my slut’s new Cunt. But I wasn’t finished. With the cum, I let the boy up to begin cleaning my dick, making sure I was slapping him around the face and head, so that he remembered who was his boss. Not Daniel. Not porn stars. Not Roddie. ME. MINE. I grabbed a bottle of lube off the side, lubed hands and began to push at the newly busted cunt of my slut, grabbing any leaking cum and pushing it back in. It gave too easily, and my hand entered his hole. A new experience for me, I had a nice exploration, making sure I was coating every surface with the lube. I could feel his cunt quivering with anticipation and he was making these lovely little piggy grunting noises which were turning me on no end. “Please Daddy – I need more” I forget, the slut can not only take a fist, he can now take two. So with a bit of aggression coursing through my veins, I begin to pull out the fist in there and punch back into his hole, making him howl with pleasure. For a good ten minutes I punch hard at his hole, making him move, squirt piss, squirt cum, but I don’t let up. When the boy is panting hard, I take my other hand and ball it up. “Both” I begin to push with both hands at his hole and surprised at how loose the cunt now is, I enter wide with both hands. A gentle in and out soon gives way to my need to dominate, and I begin to punch. This is rewarded with the slut pushing his cunt back to meet me, his need to be owned again clearly showing through. I begin to reach for a plug to keep him open but slut asks piteously: “Please Daddy, please – wank off in me. I want to be marked as yours” Well, I am a gentleman of course, so I grinned and said “Beg for it bitch” “Please Sir, Please daddy, I’m sorry I went away, I thought you’d like it, please can I have more of your seed, breed me, breed me daddy, wank off in me daddy, it’s completely vile and I thought you’d like it” “Oh slut. I really do” And with that, I pulled both my fists from the slut, causing him to audibly gasp, then shoved them both back in again, making him grunt. Gasp – Grunt, Gasp – Grunt for a while until the punching started to swell up his lips. Then I punched in my rock hard cock and one fist, and began a gentle, slow wank, making sure I was moving my knuckles up and down his prostate and basically moving him to the gay seventh circle of heaven. We were in a special place now. A rushing slut grasping my butt, my cock, my hand, all as one. I increased the rhythm and the pace and he began to make a series of lovely little pig grunts and so with my free hand I punched him hard in the solid muscle of his chest. He grinned “You like my new body Daddy?” Yes I fucking did, and he knew it, he knew me that well at least. He grinned, and bounced his pecs for me, up and down without touching them which the little bitch knows is a complete turn on for me – and with a roar this made me bust another nut in his hole. I grabbed the plug and dipped it in the lube, and shoved it in. He grimaced a little but took it like the man he now was. My Fucking Slut. The End.

last chapter next, when I've finished polishing it

Ten Well, I had to work sadly, so the answer to the man was that I had to come down a bit and get moving. Sadly, chems don’t pay for themselves, even for a dealer. Before I could depart however, Master Dan came to me with a proposition. He offered to take my slut off my hands for a few months, to train him up a little better and to get him looking a bit more manly. To whit, I think he meant more muscle on him, rather than making him grow in a beard. The two officers thought this was a good idea, and very kindly offered to look in to breed the boy on a regular basis to make sure nothing untoward was happening (which, given they’d both just taken a 200 buck bribe, a fuck ton of tina, cum from a bunch of strangers and supported a dealer to do his work was a bit of a stretch, but I appreciated the gesture). They also had to work however, so agreed to keep it a roving brief, and walked away. I asked the slut. “You heard the offer slut. You’d be free to leave at any point and you are always, always welcome to come and share my bed. You know I love you. But you have the chance here to be more than you currently are. Sober up and let me know in the morning. For now, go with Master Daniel and let him use you until you’re sober” I took my duffel bag and I walked away. I looked back – my slut was on his knees in the street, with two other muscle sluts, wearing nothing but a jock and boots, a collar and his pup hood on, lead in his mouth. I wondered if I’d ever see him again. Nearly a year later. So, my slut stayed away. I haven’t seen him now for a whole year and in that time, I’ve been very tempted to either taken another boy or to train my body like a beast, or just jack it all in. The business side of my life has gone from strength to strength, and I’ve climbed another couple of notches in the dealing underworld. I see Roddie and Shawn from time to time, coming for a brief bribe, a lot of drugs and in the case of Roddie, two arms up his cunt. He really does have the best grunts of any pig I’ve fisted made all the sweeter by the sheer wrongness of fisting a drug fucked cop who’s just taken a bribe whilst he’s flying off his tits on the drugs you just sold him. I think Roddie liked that too. Especially when he ended up pissing in his own face from the fisting that one time, or on those hot nights where we ‘accidentally’ ended up getting Shawn sold into another gangbang for cash and adding our loads when he crawled back in dripping cum out of every hole. But no slut. I see Daniel out and about on the scene (and on porn, of course) but he is non-committal on the topic and just says “he can leave whenever he wants”. Which is annoying of course because it’s true. When all is said and done, I just miss my slut lover. I miss a guy who’s eyes melt my heart, and who’s butt gets me hard as a rock without thinking twice. I was in bed one fateful night about a year after I’d last laid eyes on the boy. It was fairly late, but there was no way on God’s earth that I was going to be sleeping that night. I was frankly very wired as I’d been snorting meth and coke off one of the hookers I was pimping out and I’d taken a V and some other hard cock magic pills earlier in the evening. The hooker was out on the street working, but I was horny, tired and frustrated. I was thinking of cruising the apps, or trying for a park, but then my intercom buzzer sounded. Probably another tweaker wanting to get higher. “What the fuck is it, it’s late, can I help?” “Yes Sir. Please may I come up?” I nearly dropped with shock there and then. The voice. My slut’s voice! It was a little deeper somehow, but it was definitely him. I checked the video – but as ever these crappy intercom videos are impossible to see anything other than ‘yes, a human has pushed the intercom’. I buzzed him in. I have a few minutes to get it together! I hid the drugs – not sure why, really but it’s a force of habit and probably a good one to keep in my line of work – made the bed and made sure I had some more clothes on than the none I was currently wearing. I didn’t have the luxury of co-ordination of an outfit, so I pulled on a t-shirt and slouchies, leaving my feet bare. Also happened that the t-shirt was an older one, so it showed off the gym work I’d been doing to get out my frustration at the boy as it was tighter than tight. Chest has finally hit the magic 50 and my arms I think were 20 at the last count. I heard a knock, and I opened the door. There he stood, fully clothed and looking – fine. No tears, he wasn’t running from anything clearly. I let him in. Under the dim light of my entrance hallway, he looked truly beautiful, even more so than a year ago but that might just be a trick of the light. He stood almost to attention, whilst I took him in with my eyes. Something had changed about him. Gone was the puppyish bounciness, and it seems to have been replaced with a more serious and more solid foundation. “Hello slut” “Hello Daddy” “Nice to see you” “Yes Daddy, it’s nice to see you too” “It’s been a while” “Yes Daddy, it’s been a long while” This was getting me nowhere. I wanted to scream at him, ask him why he’d stayed away, ask him, frankly, what the fuck he wanted tonight. I was too wired, tired and frustrated; and his presence wasn’t making me any less horny. I took the bull by the horns. “Why are you here?” “I wanted to… I miss my Boss” I almost cried. For fuck’s sake man, get it together – you’re the big scary dealer boss man remember? And you’re crying over a piece of slut trash? “Oh my sweet slut, I miss you too. But you didn’t need to stay away!” “I did Daddy, I wanted to surprise you and it’s taken a while to get to the place where I’m ready” OK, that sounded intriguing. Surprise me with what? “OK boy, you know I like surprises. Is this something I need chemical help for, or is this like a box of chocolates?” His voice dropped, becoming deep and sultry. “You’ll need to decide that yourself Daddy. Sit down, and I’ll show you what I’ve brought you” “OK boy, but this better be good” I went to sit on the sofa next to my baggy of coke (forgot that one – good job he’s not one of the cops that I’m not fisting…) and I decided to take a thumb bump to keep me going. I felt the aggression building up in me. “Well, get on with it slut” “Yes Daddy” With that, the slut moved to come to stand in front of me, moving his body underneath the spotlights in my ceiling for the first time. I had noticed he seemed slightly more confident, but there was something else. With this, he thumbed the bottom of his jumper and t-shirt and pulled both over his head, leaving his naked torso for me to see. Fuck me. I was breathless – the slut was always beautiful, but that beauty had been harnessed and manipulated by Master Daniel, clearly an expert in doing this, into a more hardened and wiry physique. He wasn’t as big as one or two (or me!) but he had a decent set of pecs on him now, and arms which were bulging at rest. His baby fat had gone from his stomach and he had a set of washboard abs instead. I stood up and began to try to touch this beautiful adonis in front of me. He gently pushed me back down. “No Daddy, I’m not finished” He kicked off his trainers which he hadn’t bothered with socks for, leaving just a glorious man in jeans. He turned around, and slowly – to tease and excite no doubt – pulled his trousers off his spectacular butt which was framed by a neat red jockstrap. He stepped out of them and I actually heard myself beginning to growl with lust. So did my slut. He chuckles, a deep throaty sound. “Bad Daddy – wait” I almost leapt up and knocked him to the floor for that, but he took a step away from me and bent down to be on all fours on the floor in front of me. He pulled his ass cheeks apart, and I saw the tip of a buttplug in his newly muscular ass. OK, nice of course – but I’ve seen butt plugs before. “Pull, Daddy” Under his spell almost now, I gripped the edges of the buttplug and began to pull gently, to get the things out of his ass. I was expecting something which would be a nice tapered shape maybe, something much like a biggish sized dick. Something my slut would easily take and think would turn me on. I was not prepared for what actually began to come out of my slut’s asshole. His lips were parting fairly easily, but instead of anything coming out, they appeared just to be moving sideways. How big was the neck on this thing? I kept on pulling, exerting a little more force now, but seeing his lips flick over the neck of the plug at about seven inches wide. The plug came out then with a sudden jolt, as they do, leaving with it a trail of lube, and as if to prove this man in front of me was still my slut, a trail of cum as well. He pushed out for me – dripping cum all over my floor – and I was astounded to see his little tight butt had been replaced with a sweet little rosebud. My slut had bust his cunt lips to take a fist. For me. “For me? You did that for me?” “Yes Daddy. You like it?” That was it. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I launched at the boy who was on all fours on the floor and stuffed my tongue into that sweet rosebud, noticing the taste of slut but also the other tastes which always go with my slut – other men’s cum, and now lube as well. My dick was stiff as a brick in my pants, and I pulled it out and without even spitting on it I mounted him. I thrust with an urgency which startled us both and the slut responded in kind, pushing his cunt back to take more and more of me until we were essentially just one. It took no time at all before I shot my frustrated load into him. I’d marked him again in the most primal of ways as mine and we both knew it. He cried out “Daddy, I’m home!” “I know, slut” We made love again on the bed after this, hard and passionate, slightly sober (at least, I was only on a bit of coke and so was the cunt after he’d snorted a line off my dick). Master Daniel had done some wonders with the boy and whilst we were cuddling on our sides, post-coitus and my dick still in him, I had to know the story of what had happened at Dan’s place for the past year. So I asked.

Nine “We’d better check on the boys” I said to others. “Fuck only knows who they’ve had in them by now”. They began to head for the door, but I motioned them both back. “Tony is not the innocent he seems – and given you’ve seen me palm him coke and had a line snorted off your monster dicks by the sleazeball, you know that ain’t a long fall”. With this, I pulled on a switch on the wall, which opened a panel behind which was the 9-screen CCTV feed of the whole club, three by three. Darkroom, piss parlour, fisting slings, the lot. “He says he needs it to keep the drugs out apparently, but I’ve found him in here wanking over these feeds many times. Even fucked him over the desk once whilst he was snorting coke of the floor and wanking himself silly over some slut on the cams. I’ve even see him playback me fucking him in the slings downstairs whilst I fucked him over the sofa. Our boys will be on here somewhere” Like some kind of perverse gameshow, we began to scan the screens to see what we could find. The night was wearing on now and the club was starting to empty, but there were clearly a lot of guys gearing up to the ‘blow my load and go’ phase of sex clubbing. “There!” Dan shouted first, excited as a fucking child, and we saw Number Two on screen. He seemed to be facing up against a wall with some guy’s hands on his neck, clearly squeezing hard as the boy was having trouble breathing, but the top was taking no notice of him at all as he screwed from behind. We couldn’t really see more but the little muscle slut had another cock in either hand, so he was clearly prepping the next two to go in. Suddenly, he overdid it and one of the cocks in his hand shot onto his face. You could literally feel the disappointment radiating through the screen, but ever the obedient cunt, he did lick the cock clean before it went away. It was literally immediately replaced by another cock, and number two didn’t even look up to see what the guy who owned it looked like; just another cock for the whore’s rushed up pig hole. Just another Top to gangfuck the cunt. Dan was clearly right to be proud of his creation. “Bottom Right!” Dan had found his other boy. Number one was on the screen and he had gone for the ‘lay in the sling and bring ‘em in’ approach. However, it appeared that he may have misjudged things as instead of a dick in his butt, he had some guy in him fisting away – with both arms, and quite clearly going beyond the wrists! What a talented cunt! He was clearly loving it and even though the screen had no sound, you could feel the piggy grunting emanating from him. He was tweaking at his tits which was making his chest and arms bulge massively. “How do you get them to look like that?” Roddie asked Dan “Diet, exercise, ban on sugar and a fuck ton of roids. They’ve never actually been off cycle, we just change what they do” “Jesus. Isn’t that dangerous?” Before Dan could defend or reply, we noticed something interesting in number one’s feed. Some random cock had appeared over the arms and was being inserted into the boy with one of the hands – presumably from the fister, but hard to tell. It was clear however that the cock went in, the cock was being wanked off inside the pig, so maybe there would be a load for one after all… I swear I could hear his grunting from the office he was in pig heaven. “Next screen over” On the next screen we saw Shawn. The utterly tweaked out off-duty cop turned slut was on the club’s lazy Susan – a kind of rotating platform that the boy had got on all fours onto, face down and ass up, and he was then was spun around to take dick after dick. Now, I had pegged my slut to be on that, but no sign of him yet. We saw a guy finish fucking Shawn and another take his place, then another, then another. Fat, thin, muscled, young, old. Providing they had a dick, he was taking them. Clearly, Shawn was going to get this race won! But where was my slut? I was focussing on the screens one at a time – with slightly blurry vision at this point in the proceedings – but I noticed a scrum of guys in the main room. Now that’s a bit unusual, especially later on in the night. You get guys in there occasionally, but usually only the odd two as most guys prefer the darkrooms with their piss palaces and slings and so on for their fucking fantasies. But this – half the club seemed to be in there. I looked onto the stage and I notice something more unusual. A lithe little slut, cowboy riding cocks, two at a time. Ah my boy! “There he is” With what was clearly a roar, one of the guys in my slut came, and the other did about two second later. The slut got them out, then sucked each in turn to clean all the vestiges of cum off their cocks, spat it out onto his hands, and fingered it up his butt. A nice looking little twinky next to him was clearly turned on by this, so slut spat some of the cum onto his hands and let him finger it up his hole and sensuously cleaned off his finger. The twinky’s dick sprang to attention and with a summons to his mate my slut had another two in his cunt. After a few minutes it appeared these two boys had cum as well, so slut once again kindly cleaned every drop off their cocks, and stuffed it up his butt. Slut then literally pointed – pointed! – to two more guys in the audience who climbed onto the stage, lay down with cocks touching, and began to endure my little slut’s cowboy riding. It's a tiring position to keep up, so my slut pointed to three more guys, who climbed up, and he took one in each hand and the biggest in his mouth. Stabilised, he was riding for all he was worth. We saw one of the wanked off guys come over his face and he simply stood up, slathered the spunk off his face and onto the two DP dicks, and then literally rode the spunk of a complete stranger into him, using the cocks from two other strangers he’d picked from the crowd to do it. One guy came in his mouth, and he spat it out – something I’ve never seen him do with fresh cum – and again, slathered it on and rode it in. It was mesmerising. My slut was basically taking five at a time and when one came, he just replaced them from the crowd. It was hard to keep a track of them all. Fisting Number one kept up with the wank inside me philosophy, but he did move about the club and so he was being fisted on the slings but also on the floor and at one point over the bar. Number two was on a variant of slut, but he only made it to three cocks and never a DP. Shawn never moved, but the guys fucking him, whilst numerous and various, only went in ones. Slut never moved either, but he was often obscured by the men around him. Anyone who wanted a go, got a go on one of our boys. I know we told them to take the club and shot them higher than space with Tina which tends to make subs complete cunts, but fuck me, they were taking the message to heart. Soon, the club was due to close and the boys filed back in. Tony, our friendly manager and quite frankly nasty little coked up bitch at this point came in to help us briefly. “Boys, we said the wettest cunt wins. We need to work out who that is. Tony has agreed to help us; we’re not going to eat you out after all” Tony took a line off his desk which I had prepared for him and then lay on the floor on his back. “Number one, squat over his face and push out your loads. Let’s see how wet this wreck of a manager can get” Number one did his best, but the fisting loads strategy did not work for him as the fisting had pushed them all in too deep. Shamefaced, he went to sit by his Master’s feet. Dan was not happy at the failure of his boy, and so he turned to him, spat in his face and began to solidly kick him, again and again. When the cunt had tears in his eyes, Dan stopped for Number Two. Number two also did his best. This produced a lot more jizz - Tony had most of his face slathered in something – and the boy was clearly dripping still when he stood up. Tony stuck his tongue in and declared it empty. Tony wiped clear his face for the next round. Number Two went to sit by Dan as well, and Dan, clearly pleased with this performance, tousled his hair – like a weird kind of meth-based whore Disney! Shawn then squatted over his face and surprisingly, flooded Tony's face in a complete torrent of piss, which the hideous bitch on the floor was lapping up like a pig in a trough. “The fuckers wouldn’t cum in me. I begged and I pleaded and I told them I’d do anything but they said I was just too needy. But the last guy pissed in me so at least I've got something to show?” He went to kneel by Roddie, who booted him in the balls, hard. “Useless boy” he snarled. Which left my slut. Slut was on shaky legs by this point as it’s an odd thing to cowboy DP for three hours, so numbers one and two made use of their big biceps and helped him to squat. “Let’s see slut” “Yes Daddy” A drip came out of his cunt. Then another. Suddenly, a fountain of spunk gushed out of my slut and literally started to drown Tony below him. Slut was gyrating his hips and trying to get more and more out, but Tony looked like he’d been in three bukkakes already. He grabbed the slut’s ass and began to munch. “Mmmf – there’s more in here – mmmm” Eventually, we realised we’d never get it all out. Slut was clearly the winner and therefore the winner of the prize. But what was it to be? “Slut, lay on your back” Slut did as he was told, laying down on the wet, filthy floor covering his back in spunk. With a grin shared between Dan and Roddie, and a slow dawning realisation to me of what was to happen, Roddie squatted over the face of my slut and lowered his massive muscular ass and busted cunt onto his tongue. “Eat” The cum that I’d deposited in him an hour ago and that of Master Dan as well slathered over his tongue and went immediately to his belly. A little came out of the side of his mouth which we decided that number two, as runner up, would be allowed to lick off my slut. Soon Roddie stood. “Did you enjoy that you rancid bitches?” “Yes Sir” they all chorused. “Well, this clubs closing and we’ve only been partying for a day or so – what do we do now?”

Thanks everyone. It's nice to hear you're enjoying the tale. There's two more instalments to go, then it ends. I've written them, I'm just editing them now. It's been surprisingly fun! I'm happy to take ideas for the next story though...!

Eight Slightly watered with the usual Gatorade and all of us abandoning any attempt to eat as we were still in the ‘it all tastes like cardboard’ phase, Dan, Roddie and I, still high but no longer flying, were discussing what to do with the four rabid bitches at our feet to get them degraded and used some more. They were all trying to be very good and sit with their leashes in their mouths (we’d found a fourth one for Shawn), but the effects of the sleaze and the Tina were clearly showing. They kept wiggling and Roddie was amusing himself by kicking the balls of any boy caught doing anything other than keeping still. I swear to God, some of them were wriggling deliberately so they could get booted. Shawn even held his balls up so that Roddie could aim better, nasty little cunt. “I think we should stick them on a street corner” slut moved, kick and a small cry “and see how many loads they can take each. Winner gets a prize” Number one and two almost went to get the door handle at this, so they got a hard boot each and fell down with tears in their eyes. Still not sure if that was pain or happiness. “We could do the same, but with a sex club or a bathhouse” (kick to slut), “but it’s a pisser if you get caught in there and they throw you out” “True but advertising a gangbang here is hard work” (Shawn wiggled as he seems to love the idea of an even bigger Shawn-vs-Entire Male Populace of City style gangbang, but a savage kick from his lover stopped him dead. There was a grunt, then he lay on his back and wriggled some more, so he had three big stomps on his balls. For fuck’s sake.) “Get up you dumb cunt and sit nicely or I’ll break your nose” (Shawn shudders at this and climbs back up but one practically begs for it and slut’s considering it you can tell) “I know what we could do. Tony owes three of us a favour and the club will still be in full swing. It doesn’t even close until 9 this morning” “Good idea. He won’t throw us out, if nothing else I supply half the club as well as him, and my slut and your cock Dan definitely got him some drinks sold”. With that, we’re back in the car and off to the club. We dressed the boys demurely of course – collars and leads on, all four of them in pup hoods, jockstraps, boots and nothing else. The three of us are in muscle harnesses for Dan and I but with leather jeans and boots; but Roddie obviously didn’t have a harness with him, so he’s borrowed one from Dan which is a little small, but that’s just making his tits look even bigger. He’s also in a jock and boots; turns out he’s actually vers but tends to go top when flying and it has to be said, that muscle butt in a jock makes me want to bury my tongue in him. Tony met us at the door. “I’d ask if you’re high but it’s probably pointless and I’m definitely not searching that bag. Just do me a favour, try not to die or get me closed down. Oh, and I’ll need my usual bribe….” I laugh and snog him deeply, and at the same time palm a big bag of coke into his pocket. “You’re so fucking cheap. Can we use your office to slam up?” “Yeah of course. Come on up” With that exchange over, all eight of us walk through the club, which is still going strong – guys fucking on the dance floor, fucking on the bar, fucking on the stage and coming and going from the dark maze at the back - and we climb the stairs to his office. Tony notices the bulge in the pants of the three tops (we did another pile of V and Cialis before we came out – appearances, you know) and invites us to ‘whip them out gents, no point being shy in here’ as he wanted to see for his personal pleasure. He had let us in high, with a bag full of drugs and let us use an office to slam in, so with that, the three of us pull out our cocks and start to wank them hard. Doesn’t take long, but you can tell Tony wants something more. “Out with it Tony, what’s the issue?” “I want to change the terms. For me to let you stay, I want to do a line off each” Well, far be it from me not to be a gentleman, I offered him my cock to spread a nice line out on. He reached into his desk and pulled out his vintage snorter and snorts a nice fat line off my cock. He then reaches over and sucks gently to clean it all off and moves on to Dan. Dan’s massive piece of meat necessitated a pretty big line, but Tony managed all in one snort like the drug fucked whore he is, and again, cleaned the cock off. Finally, Roddie – slightly smaller, but hard as a rock and fat, so Tony decided to do two shorter lines as they’d both fit side by side. He began to clean his cock gently, but Roddie decided he wanted it properly and so he grabbed his face and fucked him so hard he choked. Tony grinned, stood up, said “Fuck but coke always tastes better straight off a cock. Enjoy your night gents” and left us alone. Dan, once more, took control. “Boys, I want to see you take more cock tonight. You are free to do whatever you want in here, but you may not fuck anyone, and you may not cum. We will judge the winner in here at the end of the night by eating your asses; the wettest and most cum filled pussy is the winner, and the winner gets a prize” The four boys’ eyes bulged out of their heads at the thought of that. Mine did too. What kind of prize what he thinking of? Candy?? “You are not sober now but you will be flying when you are in the club. Slut, draw rigs. You will each have another 0.3 unless you tell me now you can’t stand that” Strangely, no boy ever seems to refuse to fly with free meth. In no time at all, the kettle was boiled, the water put into the rigs, the meth dissolved and the boys lined up. Dan, master of the art, positioned his rigs into the arms of both of his boys, I did my slut, and Roddie did his Shawn. “On three gents. One two three!” On the mark of three, all of us registered and depressed the plungers, and the tourniquets came off at almost the same time. Along the line of depraved little whores in front of us, a massive round of coughing ensued, with number one and two moaning and grunting and fisting themselves, slut and Shawn filling the air with the usual diatribe of ‘fuck me daddy’. Shawn and slut suddenly threw themselves at each other and began to try to crawl over each other’s bodies to eat each other out, and one and two decided to join in by starting to fist each other. This causes one to piss liberally everywhere which his slave brothers immediately sucked up and drank, but then Shawn and slut decided to start to fist one and two by flipping them onto their shoulders and driving in from standing. This went on for some minutes with the three of us watching and wanking, until Dan booted them apart. “Go make us proud boys. Try to get the whole club in your cunts” All four boys grinned and bolted from the room, their meth fuelled lust for dick overriding any sense of decorum they may have had. For a moment, I pitied the poor guys in the club. Dan, Roddie and I looked at each other, our meat very hard from the boy’s performances. It was a nice sight, three big muscle tops harnessed and booted, two of us in jeans and big bull dicks swaying and begging to be worshipped. It felt like a very testosterone laden scene. I decided to harness the testosterone, and I pulled them both in and kissed them both. “Well gents, are we staying sober (ish) or are we joining our boys whilst we wait for them to come back?” said Dan. Fuck sober. I don’t do sober. I haven’t really been sober for ten fucking years. So I said simply “Stuff is still on the house and I’m enjoying myself. What do you want? I’m going another 0.3 myself. Dan?” “0.5 I think, I’ve only been on the smokes. Roddie?” Roddie was licking his lips and looked uncertain. “It’s not compulsory officer – you do you” “That’s not it. I’m just debating the night ahead. Slams can get rid of my cock, and I’m feeling a lot more vers now that I’m in the club” “Only you know that. So what’s it to be – nothing, slamming?” “Nice big booty bump I think. 0.7, I might wanna sub for a while when I get out there and a bump just makes my butt crave things up it in a way that a slam never really does” I walked over to the boiled water with my bag and drew up. “Roddie as you’re not slamming, here’s yours. May as well get started” Roddie took the needless syringe and without further ado slipped it up his arse and pushed in the liquid. Empty syringe came out, but of course no cough or anything. It’s the problem with the bumps – strong, but you have a weird five-minute wait. “Whilst you’re still sober ish Roddie, tie off Master Daniel and me, and shoot” Roddie grinned, grabbed a tourniquet and moved towards me. “Wait – Dan, how do you feel about blasting together?” “I can’t slam myself” “So, Roddie slam Dan; I can do me” With that, the rigs were moved over to my hand, Roddie tied off Dan and found the register. In the meantime, I did much the same to my own arm, a little slower but I have big old veins so it’s pretty easy. When we were both ready, Roddie pushes in his pin to Dan, and I did mine to myself. Almost in unison, tourniquets came off and the sound of coughing hit the room. I started tweaking my tits, which causes my arms to flex, and Dan puts his arms back over his head, flexing his chest and abs. This little floor show from the big boys is something Roddie is appreciative of as he likes a big, muscled guy and Dan starts up with the Master Daniel role again. Roddie, responding to the fuck ton of testosterone in the room, and the fuck ton of meth up his cunt, which is now clearly working in him as he’s beginning to spout verbal crap from his mouth, says: “I’m rushing boys, so I’m heading into the club to get me some dick. Catch you later?” No. Dan moves to block the door and I step closer to the beautiful Latino officer. “I’m rushing too you prick teasing cunt” “So am I” I chip in. “So you’re going nowhere until the real men in the room are satisfied” “Don’t think you can get away with interrupting our party, prick teasing with that muscled bubble butt in that jock and boots and then leaving us unsatisfied. You’re a big guy, but there are two of us and we’re not fucking small” Roddie looks at the two muscle gods in front of him and looks (very unsubtly) down at the monster meat he’s just been basically ordered to ride. You can literally see the thoughts in his head as to which one he wants in him first! “Erm…” With that, Dan and I grab an arm each, spin him around and throw him forcibly face down over Tony’s desk. Dan holds him down on the desk by the back of his neck and pins his arms behind his back with the other hand. I wander over to his slowly, my massive dick swinging between my legs. I stop with it just a centimetre from the cop’s lips. Enough for him to scent the precum, but not enough for him to lick without needing to strain to show me he wants it. “Can you see that, you blind cunt?” “Yes, er, Sir” “Can you smell that, you dumb bitch?” “Yes Sir” “Now tell me you want to go and get fucked downstairs by an average guy, with a small dick you worthless piece of human garbage” “I don’t Sir” Dan chips in “Can you feel the cock between your ass cheeks loser?” “Yes Master Daniel” “And you don’t want to stay here and play with us? A shame!” Dan suddenly lets go of Slave Roddie. “Get up and fuck off then” Roddie makes a sudden move – he’s high, all his moves are sudden – to try to grab my dick with his mouth. I step backwards, and he’s stymied by the desk in the way of him and the cock. “No bitch. Master Dan clearly told you to fuck off. You made it clear you wanted other cocks. I haven’t heard anything to the contrary, so off you go. Go ride the less well hung, less muscled, uglier men” There was a silence in which Roddie was clearly debating something in his meth addled brain, but the urge for big muscle dick clearly won out. He stood up and adopted a very submissive stance with his hands behind his head. “Please Boss. I want your dick in me. I need to taste your massive dick in my mouth. I want to be a good boy Master Dan. Please can you forgive me? Please… please fuck me?” “Hard?” “As hard as you can. I want to be screaming in pleasure Sir, and you’ve got the cock to do it” It was enough for us. A good ol’ begging from a vers Top now flipped to a vers Slave is always hot to watch and it always makes my dick twitch. Master Dan rammed his fist into his stomach, and to his credit, the slave barely flinched, but he did sink to his knees. I came around the desk, grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked him onto my boots. “Make them shine cunt” “Yes Sir Boss!” Master Dan went behind him. “Get that ass in the air pig, I want to be able to see the inside of your cunt” Slave Roddie used both of his hands to pry open his ass cheeks and still managed to balance to keep on wetting my boots. Impressive! “Decent cunt this” And with a single loogie of spit, Dan plunged his massive cock into the bitch’s hole. He howled with a combination of pain and pleasure, taking the huge dick to the base. He began to reposition himself, but Dan was having none of that and shoved a big boot on his head to keep him on the floor and licking at my boots. For a while, nothing mattered and nothing happened in the room other than slurping noises, Dan’s grunting and moaning, and my frustration at being left to wank but not wanting to break the rhythm. I kicked him in the side of the head to make him change boots – very hard, he howled and yelled “Thank you BOSS!” like a cadet. “Hey Dan… I think your boots are looking a bit gross. Mine are shining now” “Good point” Dan grabbed the bitch’s head and used the might of his whole body to literally flip the cunt over onto his back, then over twirled him around until he was on his back next to Dan’s feet. Dan grabbed his ankles and yanked them back, presenting me with a cavernous cunt which needed a fucking. I know where Tony keeps his lube though and so I decided on one better. I lubed up my hands, and Dan laughed a maniacal laugh to understand what was going on. Slave bitch had a boot shoved on his face. “Lick the sole of this boot” commanded Dan. It must have been disgusting. He’d been wearing them for hours, walked through the streets, walked through the sex club. I think he’d even had those boots on when he was on stage. Slave Bitch shuddered but stuck his tongue out and obeyed. I need not have worried about the cunt taking my large fist however. It immediately swallowed four fingers and with only a very minimal warm up, I slipped in the thumb. The bitch moaned so loudly I swear they must have heard him downstairs but as soon as I was in he was bucking his hips and trying to swallow my arm. Up to the shoulder, over my head and down the fucking other one! I do love a greedy fist pig. In no time at all, I was over the wrist and punching his guts out, but it wasn’t enough for the rushing hungry cunt on the floor. He pushed his hole deeper and deeper onto my arm, grunting and groaning and letting lube pool up between his knees. I kept my arm wet and in no time the bitch was sliding further and further down my arm. Dan swapped boots, making sure to kick the cunt in the head whilst he changed over. Slave bitch grunted and I felt the blow as he contracted over my forearm, but then he was back bucking and moaning and riding my arm deeper and deeper. I added a second four fingers to the mix, but couldn’t get the thumb in again to stretch it out completely, but given we’ve been going ten minutes at this point, I was actually still slightly shell shocked. In a few more minutes, bitch had taken me to the elbow. Talented Cunt! Dan was clearly loving it and wanking himself furiously. He kicked the cunt in the head once more and moved down to me. I was about to pull out to let him in to the boy’s butt, but he shook his head and with a very guttural roar, Dan shot his enormous load right over my hands. I immediately of course fisted the load into the cunt in front of me, but the sight of the busted, cum and lube filled cunt on the ‘top’ in front of me was almost more than I could bear. I flipped the pig over onto its knees, stuck my cock in him and a few minutes later, I’d shot my load too. Slave boy role done, we had Roddie the Top back to us again. He was pawing at the cum in his cunt – who doesn’t – but he decided he wanted to leave it in there as the ‘prize’ we would offer the sluts. By now, it had been three hours. Where the fuck where they?

Seven There was a knock on the front door. Dan looked around and said he wasn’t expecting anyone; he pulled on a robe which covered his harness and slouchies to cover the rest and strap down his monster dick and he went to answer. The rest of us became as quiet as we could – hard when there are three rushing bitches which need using badly – so I made one eat two’s ass, two eat one’s ass and slut eat mine. Three mouths prevented from whimpering. Fuck though my slut has a pro tongue on him and it was nearly me moaning and letting the game away. I couldn’t quite hear what Dan was saying, but it sounded slightly strained. The door buzzer hadn’t gone, so it was clearly a neighbour, but I heard two voices uttering the words ‘noise complaint’ and ‘need to keep it down’ and ‘it’s one am’. Clearly we’d been noisy which is kind of the prerogative of sex but I suppose people do need to sleep so it’s kind of reasonable. I heard Dan reply something mumbled but the word ‘officers’ came through. It wasn’t a neighbour at all, but the cops! I was sure Dan would mouth some platitudes and get rid of them but then I heard the first cop say ‘would you like to explain the contents of this bag?’, clearly referring to my duffel which was open and on the sofa. Oh FUCK. Dan was clearly giving it some flannel and trying to get out of jail free (literally!) but floundering somewhat. I heard “It’s the end of a long shift Sir, and this is going to be a lot of paperwork”. Dan was floundering but I know what I heard. In my line of work, you learn to spot a bent copper. I stood up and I told all three boys to “SIT!” so they all went back on their haunches. I told slut “Protocol three” and he knew what to do and began to whisper the explanation to the other two. I made sure my dick was hard, massive and showing, my tits tweaked and looking huge in the harness, my boots shiny and I walked into the lounge to help Dan. Dan stopped dead at the sight of me wandering in. “What the fuck are you doing, you IDIOT” he hissed at me. “Saving your ass from jail. Officers, you will both know of me and probably recognise my bag. Good evening to you both. Take a seat” Everyone sat, except Dan who was kind of behind a little on this turn of events. “Dan, sit down. Officers, I heard it has been a long day. You don’t need the hassle of an arrest and I don’t need it either quite frankly. What do we need to do to make this issue go away?” “You can’t bribe the cops” Dan hissed at me, still stood up. Oh dear, Master Dan, how wrong you are. “Two hundred each” said the first cop. A nice-looking Hispanic guy, probably around 35. Always hard to tell the body under the uniform but there was no bulging belly and he had very dark, piercing eyes. Nice bulge in the front as well. “You always start too low Roddie” complained the second cop. An even nicer looking younger cop, black smooth skin and ebony eyes. Again, no beer gut and a nice firm ass in his trousers. “Shut up Shawn” said Roddie. “There’s more to this and you’ll like it better I promise you. There’s plenty of time for kickbacks” “OK officers, two hundred. I’m reading that there is something else here that you want; out with it” I said. “First, I want to know the guy with the robe doesn’t have a weapon. Strip please Sir”. Roddie, the older cop, rolled his eyes, but didn’t contradict his younger counterpart. “Daniel, strip off that ridiculous outfit please” I asked. Daniel looked at me with a degree of awe. He’d gone from being jailbait to being a sex object again in about two minutes. He shrugged off the slouchies first, causing his robe to tent as his cock (still massive, still rock hard) hung forwards under its own weight. And then the robe came off, revealing the massive man, huge arms, harness, chaps, muscular butt to die for and monster tool. He finally sat down next to me; two monster men on the sofa for the two cops to get a look at. “I’m taking it from the drooling gents that you’re both gay?” I asked the cops. They both nodded. “And so the extra thing at the end of the hard shift…” “What all gay men want Boss” said the Roddie. “A pin, a bit of something to fuck or something to ride hard, and no thoughts of crimes that we’re not involved in until tomorrow!” “I think there we are in accord gents. How much?” “0.5 for me or my dick goes” said Roddie “but he’ll take whatever you have. Shawn’s a slut for monster dick. Loves mine, don’t you bitch boy” “Yes Offic… I mean Sir” Clearly, these two spent some time with each other in uniform both on and off the job. A nice addition to our party. “Daniel, what do you think?” Master Daniel had returned to us. He stood up menacingly, walked over to the younger copper, smacked him around the face with his cock and pulled him by his hair to kneel in front of him. “Scaring the shit out of gay guys turn you on fucker? I’m gonna make you regret the day you were born” “Come through Roddie, let’s leave these two to get acquainted” Roddie grunted and stood up to follow me. I noticed the monster bulge in his crotch growing with the harsh treatment of his junior colleague. Or junior bitch. I asked: “So, when you’re not taking bribes from drug barons, are you two seeing each other?” “Fuck no, he’s just a useful hole. It’s a pretty sweet ass. I prefer guys who are far more muscular than that to be honest” “I may have something of a treat for you then officer Roddie” I purred, walking him through the door into the dimly lit room, which stank of drugs and sex. My three boys were ready in position, sat on their haunches and with a marker pen name on each – Slut, One, Two. When they saw us enter the room, they each picked up a crystal off the floor in front of them and rode their own fingers inserting it deep, and then immediately followed that act by begging to be used by asking and by mobbing the officer and licking his boots (and, I noted, my poor slut, without a boot of his own, went for licking the cuffs). When talking doesn’t work that well, protocol three always does the trick. “Slut, go and assist Daniel. We need a 0.5 and another 0.7 drawing up; and some more coke for Daniel and I. I also fancy a smoke, so get the pipe.” “Yes Sir!” said my slut, and sprang away, pausing briefly to show off his cummy butt to Roddie. “Is he always this much of a cunt?” “Yes. Day and fucking night. You should see him rush, he’d screw fruit” “And these two?” “They’re Daniel’s. Boys, the officer has had a hard day. Strip him” The two boys immediately stood up, flexed a little to stretch which made Roddie’s cock twitch, and began to pull the uniform off the cop. It’s a nice uniform – there’s a reason we always have a cop stripper at a party. However, I was a little surprised to see the glint of metal in his tits, and at the end of his dick. One saw it too and began to whimper. This appeared to bring out a mean streak in Roddie “Drug fucked cunt number one, chew on my right tit. That’s it, nice. Drug fucked cunt number two, do the other one. No harder. Harder!” He smacked to boy hard around the head, knocking him to the floor. I booted him in the stomach. “Do a good job number two or you won’t get more tina” Two whimpered in a terrified and worried way, petrified he’d be sober, and sprang back up to chew on the officer’s tits. Slut returned, handed me the rigs, then asked permission to help Daniel, which I granted. He grinned then ran back to the other room. “So, Officer, how do you like to do this” “I think I like sitting in this throne, getting the slam and then watching these two muscular little fuckers putting on a floor show for me. Get them high too” The pigs needed no asking, and number one ran out of the room to draw up two more pins. A moment later, he was back. “Dose?” “0.3 Sir” “Pussy Dose – why so low?” Roddie turned to me “We gave them 0.7 and two bumps not that long ago…” “Ah I see. Let me get high and then I want to see you slam each other boys” I tied off his arm. It was the first time I saw Officer Roddie half naked – the sluts didn’t get his trousers off before they had to chew his tits. He was built a lot like me, big arms, big chest and an intriguing looking 8 inches in his trousers. I swabbed, got the smell of the alcohol which began to make my dick stiffen again, found the register and slammed. Tourniquet off and three second later, a sonic cough. “FUCK me that’s good stuff. Right boys, slam each other and get a show on for me. Now!” Roddie grabs my arms and I lean over him and begin to tweak on his tits with my dick thrusting up hard against his shoulders. He makes lovely little pig grunting noises when he’s having his tits played with high and One and Two don’t need asking twice. They sit opposite each other, legs hooked around each other’s butts cross their arms over the front of their torsos – causing their biceps and chests to flex I noted - and each tie off the other. They swab and find veins easily and register the flash. They, as one, turn to the officer who is rushing like a cunt at this point and wanking his dick like he wanted to pull it off his body, pull out their needles, wink in unison and swap them over! They then proceed to jab again, but this time registering to mix their blood and slam each other with the other’s blood. A mountain of coughing ensues. “You dirty little fucking CUNTS” Screams Roddie, who has clearly shot into orbit with that slam. “Fuck each other with your fingers and tongues. Get those muscles working for me” The boys stand up, turn away and flex their backs, then turn back and flex chests. Number one gets down on his front in a press-up position and begins to do press ups, licking first one of Roddie’s boots and then then other. Number Two flexes his biceps and each time one comes up starts shoving his fingers into the butt of number one. We’re at four fingers when they change places, but I can’t contain myself any more. With a low growl, I search for my pipe. Slut has forgotten to bring it to me. I head into the lounge and find Daniel in the process of slamming off Shawn, whilst my slut sucks off Daniel. I see the pipe on the table – full packed and not in my hand – with the lighter next to it. I smoke up and start with a big cloud I shotgun into Daniel who motions for me to watch. I watch him shoot the juice into Shawn. The little bitch suddenly coughs and his eyes go wild. He beings to strip – not sensuously, but like his clothes are on fire – and then eyes Daniel’s cock up hungrily. I hand the pipe to Daniel, who smokes up another bowl and this time shotguns into Shawn, who is by now bucking like a man possessed and pawing at his cunt, making gestures and pointing and downright begging to get Daniel’s cock in him. “Get on the sofa, face away from me, butt sticking out. You too Slut” Both boys leap onto the couch but it occurs to me that we’re all flying and my poor little slut has been left out. I wander into the kitchen and draw him a 0.3; when I walk back into the living room, Daniel is rewarding the boy who begs better with a ten second fuck and then makes them beg again. I don’t need to tie off, I can see the vein and the alcohol pad, so I slam up my little slut and he coughs and also gets wild eyed. Both boys are now on the sofa, facing away with their cute little butts sticking out, so Daniel and I decide to do them both, side by side on the sofa. Dan is clearly rushing a little from the smoke, so I grab the pipe and start puffing away to the rhythm of my thrusts – suck on the pipe when I’m out, fuck a bit whilst I’m blowing the clouds. I hand the pipe to Dan, and he does the same, but then he begins to lean sideways and start to shotgun me. Our boys, clearly turned on by their bosses kissing passionately behind them, smoke curling around their heads, lean in and start kissing each other too. We’re fucking then hard like this for many minutes but I’m going to cum far too soon if I keep this up, so I beg off and begin to wander through to the other room again, just in time for me to see Shawn start fucking my slut, and at the same time Shawn is still being mounted like a dog by Daniel. A nice little fuck train. I stand transfixed at site of the cute young cop and my slut together, with big scary Master Dan the porn star hammering them from behind. It’s a nice image, and horny that I am, I’m beginning to wank again. No, I’m going to head through – this isn’t helping me not to cum! I enter the dungeon and nearly blow my load without touching my dick. Roddie is clearly still rushing like a man possessed, and I find him still in his cop trousers and boots, dick out and hard but instead of finding a boy riding the cock as I was expecting, he is now lying on his back on the floor with two arms extended, bent at the elbows and fists balled up. On top of those fists are number one and number two, both pleasuring themselves quite frankly furiously on the bent arms of the bent cop. Massive grunts are coming from the two pig boys as they get fisted hard and furiously by the cop, lube flying everywhere and with it there is a seemingly never ending diatribe of filth coming from Roddie’s mouth. “Fuck yes pigs, deeper, make your holes nice and sloppy for Daddy’s dick, lets see if we can’t get two dicks and a few toys in at the same time, fucking muscular prick teasing bitches…” And so on. Every time he mentioned their muscles, the boys stop their arm riding and flex a little for him. They turn around and start riding the other way around so that they’re facing the cop now, and so that he can see them flexing their massive chests and arms more clearly. They’re making out as well ever so often, sometimes sticking a finger into their sloppy cunt holes and feeding it to the other. Roddie is clearly enjoying it, his dick is solid as a rock. I wander over, and with my (also very hard) dick I start getting the boys to cock worship me. They’re sucking my shaft and my balls deep and hard, and I realise I’ve left the fucking pipe with Dan again. But I spy my baggie of coke next to the head of Roddie and motion to both boys to stop. Annoyed, Roddie turns to me and about to complain, notices two things happening simultaneously. Firstly, there is a bag of coke in my hand and secondly, the door has opened and his clearly very high younger cop and my slut are led in (one of them on a lead), one by his handcuffs. Dan takes charge of the scene. “Boys, sit!” The three boys sit in their position, leads in mouths, the two muscle sluts still with an arm up their cunts. I think my slut notices this, so he moves to a sitting position with the cop’s hard dick up his cunt. The little cop doesn’t know how to join in and he’s about to ask for a lead, but Dan puts a finger to his lips. Instead, he decides to get him into the sling, and handcuff him there using Roddie’s cuffs on one hand, his own on the other, and tying his booted feet into the stirrups with the straps on the sling. He has a hot little butt and I’m thinking of beginning my hand at plowing him, but Dan stops me. “No. I think we need to fight for the right to fuck this one, he’s too pretty and it’s too much of a story to tell” Fight? What, like head out and slug it out? I notice the party start on Roddie again whilst we have this discussion with the two muscle sluts now riding his arms and my slut riding his cock with wild abandon. Roddie is clearly having the time of his life, especially as number one and two keep grabbing the shoulders of slut and ‘forcing’ him to take the cock balls deep. Shawn is increasingly whimpering and clearly wanting some dick in him, as he's now trying to point to his cunt, which is hard given he’s tied down, but it’s making the sling rattle and so to placate him a little I start fingering his cunt. No lube, but I think there’s enough for me to get away with a finger or two. Or, as it turns out, five – slack arsed cunt clearly enjoys Master Roddie’s arm up his arse as well as his dick. Dan needs to speak loudly to be heard over the racket four pig boy are making with their grunts and begs and moans whilst they’re fisted and fucked in the room. “No, not actually fight, a contest of some kind. Each of us should pick a boy – one, two or slut. On his arse, we make two nice fat lines of coke and snort. Fastest to clear the lines gets to fuck Shawn first.” We decided this sounded like a good fight, so the boys were kicked off Roddie, all of whom made a very satisfactory grunt when the boot hit their balls whilst I yanked out my arm from Shawn (“No Daddy, please!”) and the three cunts were made to bend over with their pretty asses in the air, lines were drawn and declared to be of equal length. Straws were handed around to the three tops. “On go. Ready, steady, GO!” A massively loud sound of snorting filled the air, but it was clear who the winner was, by a mile. Roddie gets first go at the boy in the sling. “Hah, losers. I’m gonna breed my cunt” Gracious losers, all six of us spread around him in a circle and watched the big man begin to screw the little one, the coke high clearly hitting him and making him verbal and mean. He would thrust and thrust, ignoring the grunts of pleasure coming from the boy, stopping only to smack him around the face or punch his balls. The little pig in the sling was loving that. Every time he got his balls struck, he threatened to blow his load. It never happened – his dick wasn’t even hard. With a roar of satisfaction, Roddie’s balls tightened and he pumped his bare load deep into his boy. My slut was on his knees in a nanosecond and crawling over to Roddie to make sure that his dick was nice and clean. It’s always good to keep guests entertained – what a good slut. In the meantime, One had taken it upon himself to suck all of the cum out of the cunt of the little black cop in the sling, and he was about to swallow when Master Dan instructed his two boys to begin kissing the cum between each other, with slut catching any drips off the floor. It clearly got Dan going, as he stepped up for sloppy seconds. Master Daniel was passionate, aggressive and almost deranged with anger at the cop in the sling, swearing at him, calling him a dumb cunt and disgrace to the law, punching him in the balls and chest and at one point even pulling out, biting the cops nuts to make him yell out loud and then plunging his dick back in. In no time at all another roar joined the first and Dan’s colossal tool also shot into the boy. This time, it was slut sucking out the cum and kissing it with one, with two cleaning Dan’s dick. My turn; this wasn’t going to go down as world’s longest fuck as I’d been wanking over the two big men dominating the little bitch but then I had an idea. Instead of wanking and watching, or fucking – why not do both? I walked up to number one and said “Spit”. Number one spat into my hands, a combination of meth spit and cum. I did the same with number two and again with my slut. I then went back to the little cop who was now whimpering with fear at what was about to come. I decided I did not want to be kind – coke does that to me – so I balled up my cum and spit covered fist and punched it into him. Fortunately, a bit of a fisting and two big cocks fucking him and he was already loose so the fist went in easily. “Slut, get my dick wet” My slut crawled over and put his mouth over my cock, but then I decided I wanted to have the no-teeth sensation of the others. I kicked slut off, and got one, then two to suck away until it was hard as a rock. I got the spit covered cock and inserted it – well, rammed it anyway – next to my hand in Shawn’s cunt, and began the beautiful process of wanking myself off. Inside him. I was beyond turned on and so it was a matter of mere minutes, with a few roundhouse punches to his head with my free hand before I shot my load deep into him to mix with the other three. The boys were all whimpering for their own loads to be shot as well at this point, pawing at their cunts, and in the case of numbers one and two, fisting themselves a bit as well. Dan saw this and kicked them both in the chest. “Behave. We have guests to entertain, and the real men have just cum. You little cunts can wait” Spent, we detached Shawn and the seven of us returned to the lounge, still wired but needing a break.

Six I first of all noticed my slut grunting away on his back, taking Daniel’s tremendously large cock to the balls each time. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room, I noticed something else. This was not the bedroom I had supposed it to be. Slut was on his back in a sling, which was in the middle of the room. To the edge, we have a fuck bench that, even now number one was climbing on to, pawing at his hole and making pleading looks at me. Near that, a chair more akin to a throne. There’s a pair of manacles dangling from the ceiling attached to a rope which looks like it can raise or lower them. Along the walls, dildos, rubber gear, leather and fuck only knows what else. It looks like Daniel has bought a fucking leather store! Moving number two over to Daniel, I threw him at his Master’s feet. He immediately began licking on his boot. Daniel likes this, clearly, as he smiled his wicked smile, yanked slut off the sling and shoved him onto the other boot. Slut grinned and began to slobber too. Who knew? I reached around from behind Daniel and caressed his massive chest, yanked his tits (which got a nice little grunt) and whispered: “You spiked me. Fucker. I’m rushing like a hog and I want to do unspeakable things to the slaves. I’m having to hold myself back” He turned around (sending boys flying, but they rallied and dived back on his boots) grabbed open my ass and whispered back “Yeah, I did the same to me though, so we’re even” I snogged Master Daniel passionately. I love it when guys can get one over on me, it doesn’t happen often and it deserves some respect. He mock-punched me in the chest and I yanked his tits in return. My cock was straining to have something on it again, so I got the only free boy over. “Number one, suck me. Slut, get off the boots and get me something from my bag. Now” Number one grinned with a wicked grin which was apropos of that of his Master, and slut said “Yes Boss” and ran out of the room to grab the goods. Number one smiled a sultry smile and slowly wandered over to me. This was strange; rushing boys usually, well, rush everywhere. He reached me, stared into my eyes, and keeping his gaze locked with mine, lowered himself downwards until the tips of his large, dick sucking lips were on the tip of my cock. He kissed it gently, which angered me a little, so I grabbed the back of his head and rammed his little cock sucking mouth over my dick and to the base. I exclaimed in shock “He hasn’t got any teeth!” Daniel, who had stopped having his boots licked and had a boy on his haunches next to him, laughed. “No, he doesn’t. Nothing to do with me actually, he lost them after an accident riding a horse. He usually has to wear dentures and whilst we could get implants of course, he decided he didn’t want them as he thinks this makes him a better cocksucker.” As if on cue, number two smiled, and I notice he had no teeth either. “Again, not my doing. This was a motorbike accident and a wall. He’s lucky not to be dead, but once again, my boys know they exist for my pleasure and he doesn’t want them back either. It’s a decision I leave to them, but they make it clear. I suggest you enjoy the sensation” Slightly shocked, I sat back on the throne-like chair and beckoned number two over, motioning him to start sucking my balls whilst his compatriot sucked me off. My god what a feeling it was. Slut came back in at this point with some goods from the bag. I took the bag of coke and another of tina from my slut “What is that for?” “Coke is for me – and you if you would like – as it turns me aggressive and I think all three of these boys need, like and want pain. The tina is for the boys. All three of them can still see straight, so clearly need more. My slut never seems to have too much” I dipped a finger into the back and fished out a medium sized shard. I held my arm out, and balanced the crystal on the end of a finger. Seeing this, my slut came over, opened his arse for me and sat down on my finger, riding it up and down to push in the crystal. Whilst he was doing that, slut began to tweak his tits and lets his floppy little tina dick bounce up and down. Daniel growled at this show clearly enjoying himself and so I pushed the slut onto all fours, kicked off the cocksuckers, and I tipped two fat lines of pre-powdered coke out onto my boy’s butt. I pulled two straws out of the bag and handed Master Dan one and in unison we snorted the lines off the boy. “Fuck me boss, that is good stuff!” exclaimed Daniel. The bump went straight to my brain and in this time, the crystal had melted into the slut who was moaning and trying to ride our fingers. Or anything. At all. “Screw him together?” “Nice, but I want my boys to try a crystal booty first. They’ve never done it” I’m sceptical. That’s what you think, I think to myself, but play along. “Slut, these two need a crystal in their cunts. Buried as deep as you can. One present your cunt to the slut; two present your cunt to one” I pulled a crystal from the baggy and in a move which I think surprised Master Dan, slut put out his tongue and I placed the crystal right on the end. Slut immediately began to push the crystal into one’s hole with his tongue and when it was melting away, he began to eat out the taste of cock from his cunt. One got the idea, and presented his tongue and duly pushed in the crystal when it was placed on his tongue. It seemed very easy, but all three boys are utter cockwhores and there isn’t a lot of resistance to be had here. Master Dan was beyond turned on by this. He pulled the coke back out, powdered his dick and told me to snort a line off his cock, which I did. I did the same back to him, and once he’d finished snorting lines off my dick, our boys were flying high again. Dan took one and slut off to one side and made slut start eating his ass whilst one sucked on his dick. I took two off to the fuck bench and began to fuck him and slap his ass as hard as I could. Every smack reverberated around the room – it had a strange echo as if the room was sound deadened – and soon I heard the reciprocal sound of my slaps being followed by one of Dans. Each time I hit his boy harder, he smacked number one harder. I knew two was getting off on it, because he kept pushing his cunt back trying to make the next blow come faster. Grunting, slapping and fucking filled the room and soon my slut was presenting his ass for a beating too. I then had to fuck one, smack two and listen for the smacks of the third. I was getting too turned on. I began to feel my balls contract and soon I was shooting rope after rope into number two. I heard the cry from slut and as my cock came out he immediately began to tongue the cum out of number two. I moved over to number one but as I did so, Master Dan also uttered that cry we all love – that of unreleased pleasure. He’d cum in his boy, who immediately jumped off and began to clean Master Dan’s dick. I put my arm around Dan’s shoulders and tweaked his tits gently, and we kissed whilst one cleaned my cock too.