My Slut

[ejaculaTe]

I got behind in my reading the last few days, and holy fuck, what an amazing treat on returning to this. I got so engrossed in the story that I stayed up way past my bedtime. 

[Pnp-pig]

Fucking crazy hot!  This is a hot hot gang bang i want to be a part of

The last chapter was hot thanks @MethSlut

[MethSlut]

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?

[billy88666]

This has been an epic tale so far!

[bareback-flipflop]

Oh Jesus Christ

I can’t believe it

I wished more slams and a fisting scene and I already got them, and while I was reading the temporary ex-officer-now-slave-Roddie’s riding on an arm, my mancunt started intensively pulsating. 
 

Amizing description. 
 

Being fisted right from the beginning of the rush is one of the most incredible feelings. This is why do it again and again 

I am already waiting for the next chapters

[bbslutdanny]

Hot Story!

[MethSlut]

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...!

[Erik62]

11 hours ago, bareback-flipflop said:

Oh Jesus Christ

I can’t believe it

I wished more slams and a fisting scene and I already got them, and while I was reading the temporary ex-officer-now-slave-Roddie’s riding on an arm, my mancunt started intensively pulsating. 
 

Amizing description. 
 

Being fisted right from the beginning of the rush is one of the most incredible feelings. This is why do it again and again 

I am already waiting for the next chapters

One of THE BEST INTRO'S, to a new character that I've ever read. A Dom perfectly described, putting our lusts into overdrive lying on his back with two stunning muscle subs impaled on his fists. I want that scene in reality, to be slammed & dominated for days & then being able to return for more. The Perfect FWB. 

[pozpopperpig]

Holy FUCK!  This is too fucking good!  One of the hottest stories on this site!

[SubDump999]

Loving this, really got my cock twitching!

[RobertBottomSlut]

Very hot. Makes me want to dabble in enhancements. 

[Pnp-pig]

I do not have words to describe how great this story is.

i horny to be “slut” character 

more please @MethSlut

[MethSlut]

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?”