Foryourdestruction - Destruction

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Hank and Brody were two college roomies in their final year of college. They had been friends for years and tended to follow each other on wild adventures, mostly of the stupid straight boy kind. But this one that they were currently driving to in Brody’s car was a new one. Brody had heard of this hot woman who lived in a house by the water that taught college boys how to fuck for hours. There were legends about it all over campus, and some boys who swore that they had been through her training, despite the probability that they were most likely lying to seem cool. But somehow Brody had gotten an address and scheduled a meeting with her, and now they were on their way. Not that Brody or Hank needed lessons in fucking, no way. They both agreed that this was just hot. They had complete confidence in their sexual abilities. Brody could barely contain his excitement as the car finally pulled up to the woman’s house. Hank on the other hand was starting to feel a bit nervous. There were two big burly men sitting outside the house and they looked massive compared to the college boys. Were they guards? Who exactly was this woman? 

Hank and Brody got out of the car approached the house. 

“Hi we’re here for the lessons” said Brody, the boy’s cocky attitude finally breaking a little bit in the presence of these two men. Both men looked up at the boys. One of them introduced himself as Mr. M, a short bald bear of a man with a beard and biker jacket. The other one was Mr. K, a tall muscular man with long wavy hair that went down to his shoulders and cowboy boots. The two men checked the boy’s IDs and let them into the house.  They stepped into a bare living room with a sofa on one wall and a fireplace on the other, besides that the only other object in the room was a table near the door with two pairs of Hanes tighty whities and low cut white socks. 

“Alright boys, before Mistress Pauline comes out, we need to do some stuff. First off, all wallets and phones, etc. Out of your pockets and come to me. Don’t worry you’ll get them back” said Mr. M. 

The boys gave over what was requested, though Hank’s hand was slightly shaking. He didn’t want to give up his phone. 

“Is she really as hot as they say?” blurted out Brody with a grin. Mr. M stared at the boy and laughed a little.  “Next step is that you strip. All clothes off” said Mr. K. 

“Woah I’m sorry, but ….like in front of you guys? I don’t….that’s weird” said Hank.  “Hank, don’t be such a shit. They obviously have to check us before we go in with her, make sure we look good and shit, right? No problem with me as long as I get the pussy” 

“Brody I think I don’t want to - “ 

“Boys this isn’t a conversation. Either you follow the rules or you leave, understood?” said Mr. K. 

Brody quickly pulled off both of his sneakers, threw off his t shirt and let his jeans fall to the ground. Now standing in just his plaid boxers and long white socks, he quickly slid out of those too, until he was butt naked. Hank barely had time to blink. He had seen his friend naked before, but in this context it felt like some violation. 

“Hank get your fuckin’ clothes off!” shouted Brody. “I’m not missing this because of you” 

Hank took his sweater off, kicked off his converse and slid out of his jeans as well. He wore boxer briefs and black low cut socks. With a groan, he pulled those off too. Both boys now standing completely naked in front of the men. They both had athletic bodies, Brody being taller than Hank. Brody’s ass was rounder, but Hank’s cock was bigger. Hank had body hair, while Brody did not. And Brody’s balls tended to hang low. The men looked them up and down. 

“You showered before you came?” asked Mr. M. 

“Yes sir, just as instructed” said Brody. 

“Good boys’ smiled Mr. K in a way that made Brody shiver a little. Hank noticed that. Mr. M moved over to the table and threw the pairs of tighty whities and low cut white socks to the boys. 

“Get dressed” 

“She wants us to wear this?” asked Hank. 

“Yes, now get dressed” 

Both boys put on the tighty whities and low cut white socks. Hank was relieved to not be completely naked anymore, though his large cock was now squished to the side in the briefs. Brody couldn’t remember the last time he wore briefs and they made him feel slightly vulnerable and boy-ish. Mr. K gathered up their old clothes and possessions, taking them away into another room, his cowboy boots smacking against the wooden floors of the house.  “Okay now stand next to each other facing the sofa. Hands held behind your backs, chests out, legs spread a little wide”

The boys did as they were told. 

“All good” said Mr. M. “I’ll go get Mistress Pauline” 

For a moment that seemed to stretch forever, the boys were left alone in the room. Standing in their new tighty whities and white socks, hands behind them, legs wide….they didn’t say a word. Their hearts were beating out of their chests in anticipation. Brody had a boner that was already stretching against the fabric of the briefs. Hank suddenly felt cold in the room and desperately wished to get dressed again, the briefs seemingly becoming more uncomfortable for his big cock by the moment.  And then….high heels on the wooden floor. Mistress Pauline stepped into the room. A woman of forty, with black hair, a firm body and dressed in a red bra/panties/heels. Hank suddenly relaxed a little, knowing now that there was actually a real woman that they were meeting. Brody had a huge smile on his face. Mistress Pauline sat on the sofa in front of the two boys. Mr. M and Mr. K reappeared standing nearby. 

“Well well, hello boys” said the Mistress.  “Hello Mistress Pauline” both boys responded. 

“I like what I see. So you’re here for a lesson with me, huh? Good. Now let’s get some questions out of the way and then we’ll take you into my bedroom. Ok?” 

“Fuck yes!” shouted Brody. 

Mistress Pauline slowly got up from the sofa and moved to Brody, she reached down and began to slowly massage Brody’s boner through the briefs, even cupping the boy’s balls too. Brody’s breath grew sharp as the woman’s touch made him get even harder. 

“Yeah baby, you like touching that?” asked Brody. 

“Silence. You don’t speak unless spoken to, understood?” 

“Yes miss” 

“What’s your name? Age?”  “Ummmm” 

“Ummm?’ 

“Sorry I’m just…..you caressing me down there is really….” 

“I don’t care if your cock is distracting, I”m not gonna stop touching it. So you better answer me” 

“I’m Brody. I’m 20″ Brody managed to get out, a slight moan coming out of his mouth. His hands, still clasped behind him, shaking from the urge to touch her. Hank watched as the Mistress continued interrogating Brody, never taking her hand off Brody’s crotch. He found himself suddenly getting turned on, his face getting flushed with anticipation. This would be fun or at least a hell of a story to tell! His cock was starting to throb in the briefs, pushing the fabric forward. Suddenly his chin was grabbed and his head pulled away from gazing at Brody/Mistress Pauline. 

“Face forward, boy.” said Mr. M, releasing the boy’s face. Hank nodded and stared forward at the wall in front of him as Brody’s interrogation went on. 

“I probably….ugh….jerk off twice a day. I think I’ve fucked five girls by now. I like breasts the most. Oh fuck I think pre-cum is coming out of me. I ugh I think the hottest part of me is my abs. And I prefer boxers because they let me feel free. My hottest memory of fucking is when this girl swalloweed……ughhhhhhh fuck. When this girl swallowed my load while she…..”  

“Finish the story” said Mistress Paulline as she continued stroking the boy through the briefs. 

“When this girl swallowed my load while she blew me in the school parking lot and I called her a whore as she did it” 

Mistress Pauline let go of Brody’s cock and Brody let out a “UGH!”, his hard cock suddenly left to just sit there as pre-cum stained the briefs. It drove Brody wild in frustration, sweat pouring down his face. Brody couldn’t take it, he reached for his cock and went to go stroke it. 

“Mr. K please ensure that this boy doesn’t touch his cock” 

Brody’s hands were quickly bound by rope and the boy whimpered, staring down at his cock. Mistress Pauline turned to Hank and Hank felt his mouth watering. 

“Well we have a big boy down here” said Mistress Pauline as she began to slowly caress Hank’s large cock that stretched out onto his hip in the briefs. 

“Thank you Mistress” 

“Silence” Mistress Pauline began her questioning, continuing to tease Hank’s cock. Hank answered more directly than Brody, taking a deep breath to calm himself as his cock twitched from her touch and his balls grew tight. 

“I’m Hank. I”m 19. I jerk off three times a week.  I’ve fucked two girls by now. I like a woman’s legs the most. I think the hottest part of me is my cock. I prefer boxer briefs because they hold everything together, but give me some room. My hottest memory of sex is when I came on this girl’s tits” 

Mistress Pauline didn’t let go of Hank’s cock after the questions though, she kept caressing and caressing, until Hank was shaking. And then she let go. 

“Please bound his hands” 

Hank’s hands were tied behind him as well. Both boys sweating, their cocks still rock hard  in the briefs and begging to be fully milked. Their breath heavy. Their legs shaking. Mistress Pauline sat back down on the sofa. 

“Well…that was very enlightening and it let me learn who we’re dealing with. Which one do you want Mr. M?” 

“I want Hank” 

“Whaat?” said Hank. 

“Well that leaves Brody to you, Mr. K” 

“I’m fine with that’ smiled Mr. K. 

“Woah woah what the fuck is going on?” cried Brody. In his confusion, he was suddenly trying to undo the ropes on his wrists and found that they tightened the more he struggled. Hank stared at the two men in the room and suddenly felt panic fill him too. Something was suddenly very wrong. They had gone from feeling a ton of pleasure and anticipation to something…..terrifying.  “Boys, let me explain. So you came here because you heard that I teach you how to fuck for hours on end, yes? And you assumed that I’d be teaching you to fuck me. Well, I’m sorry, but that’s not the case. You see, I teach naughty straight boys like you how to please….men. And In fact tonight, my good friends Mr. M and Mr. K, have been looking for some new personal sex slaves. So we’re going to not only teach you how to please men, but how to be good slaves for your new owners” 

“FUCK YOU!” snapped Brody. 

“This is ridiculous, this is crazy! What the fuck?!” cried Hank. Hank ran for the door only to be pulled back by his hair by Mr. M. 

Brody was already struggling in the arms of Mr. K. The man hand gagging Brody. Hank was soon hand gagged as well, as the two boys were led into a bedroom. 

“Just think boys” said Mistress Pauline as the men forced chloroform rags to both Hank and Brody, causing the boys to pass out.  “What fun we will have disciplining you”

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Hank woke up hogtied on a fur carpet, still dressed in tighty whities and low cut white socks. His mouth was filled with a cloth gag, tied tight at the back of his head. He struggled on the floor, his big cock rubbing against the carpet and getting hard again, despite him feeling anything but turned on. He looked around the room, as he struggled and saw Mr. M sitting nearby, his big bear belly sticking out of his t shirt/leather jacket ensemble. Mr. M smiled down at the boy through his beard, and cupped his own crotch, Hank could see the man’s boner pressing against his denim jeans. 

“AHHH!” 

Hank could hear a cry from another room next to them, followed by what sounded like ….the crack of a whip?! Wait, where was Brody? Was that Brody? 

“Ah you’re awake, good. Yeah you hear those cries big boy? Your friend Brody was fighting us a lot, so Mr. K thought he needed a nice whipping. They’ve been going on for a while now. Mistress Pauline will join us once they take a break, she likes to watch” 

“MMMPHPPH!” cried Hank, struggling more wildly now, continuing to hear Brody whipped from the other room. 

“Unlike Mr. K, who cannot stand struggling. I like it. I like that you struggle and moan into that gag, it turns me on. How’s the hogtie? Is it tight? I made sure to tie you really tight” 

Indeed it was a tight hogtie, with Hank’s wrists pulled back towards his ankles by rope, forcing his shoulders back. His ankles were tied together and had a rope secured all the way to a collar (holy shit he had a leather collar on his neck?!) on him, so that his feet were pulled almost towards his head. In realizing this, his body seemed suddenly to wake up and all of Hank felt like it was on fire with pain. 

“Yeah it’s painful, right? Good. You deserve that, you naughty teenage slut. You know, I have to wait for Mistress Pauline to really start your training. But I can’t quite resist a little taste of you before that” 

Mr. M got down on the floor besides the hogtied Hank and grabbed the boy’s ankles, Hank’s white socked feet flapping in the air. 

“Your feet look so beautiful in white socks, my slave” 

“MMMMPHH!!” 

Mr. M ran a finger down one of Hank’s soles, playing with the sock fabric as the foot continued to wiggle wildly in the air. Mr. M suddenly grabbed the foot firmly like it was a wild tiny beast, to restrain it, and took a big sniff of Hank’s socks. The man gave a big sigh at the smell. And then he moved to the other foot and did the same thing, continuing to smell Hank’s socked feet….and then to Hank’s horror, the man began mouthing Hank’s feet. Sticking the socked toes into his mouth and moaning. Hank screamed into his gag, but he could barely move. And then the tickling began, Mr. M’s hands slowly caressing each socked foot slowly and then with increasing speed, until the boy was being fully tickled. Hank couldn’t stand to be tickled and bucked wildly, which only encouraged Mr. M further.  

“Mr. M!” said Mistress Pauline as she opened the door to the bedroom. “You know the rules, I get the boys here, I get to watch and oversee their training. You started without me” 

Mr. M scurried back to his chair, breathing heavily. Pre-cum staining his jeans. 

“I”m sorry Mistress Pauline. I couldn’t resist any longer” 

“Hi Hank” said Mistress Pauline as she pulled the boy’s head back by the hair.  “MMMMPH!!” 

“I know, it’s all very overwhelming. Mr. M where should we begin with this boy?” 

“I want that big cock of his milked. I’m gonna milk him every morning, so he should get used to that. Teenage slut!” Mr. M spat and the spit landed right in Hank’s face, dripping down. Mistress Pauline rolled Hank over onto his back, causing Hank to groan, his arms getting squished by the rest of his hogtied body, his head barely able to lay flat due to the collar. His cock was still too big for the briefs he’d been dressed in, and struggling on his stomach had caused his cock head to peak out of one of the brief’s leg holes. Mistress Pauline leaned down and kissed it, pushing it back into the briefs. 

“Aww it’s gotten a bit soft since I last saw it” said Mistress Pauline. “Can I start him off, Mr. M?”

“Yes, I want him teased by a woman, only to have that taken away and replaced by me” said Mr. M, still breathing hard and starting to cup his crotch. Hank stared up at the man, his sight upside down due to the position of his head and pleaded through his gag, but it was nothing but “MMMMPH!!” 

Mistress Pauline’s hands caressed Hank’s chest, moving through his chest hair and then squeezed both of his nipples. Hank cried out in pain. Mistress Pauline then began to suck one of his nipples, her tongue rolling around it. Fuck, how did she know that his nipples were almost hot wired to his cock?! He was indeed getting hard. Suddenly Mr. M came forward and began sucking Hank’s other nipple!!!! GET OFF ME YOU FUCK!, Hank tried to scream. Both the Mistress and Mr. M were now caressing his cock and balls through the briefs too, two mouths on his nipples, two hands on his crotch. Hank couldn’t believe it. Eventually Mistress Pauline sat in the chair that Mr. M had been in and began to watch as Mr. M took full control, doing a long lick of Hank’s abs. 

“I have a special new toy to put on you” said Mr. M as he brought out a cock ring. Hank shook his head wildly, but Mr. M reached into the briefs, took hold of the boy’s massive cock and fitted it with the cock ring. “That will ensure that you stay hard for me, slut” 

Mr. M reached into the briefs fly and took out Hank’s cock, began stroking it. Hank shut his eyes tight. This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening! He is not being jerked off by a man! FUCK! Mr. M’s thick hand moved up and down the boy’s cock slowly, squeezing it at the head. 

“OPEN YOUR EYES!” snapped Mistress Pauline. Hank did as he was told, catching sight of Mistress Pauline rubbing her pussy while watching Mr. M. 

“Such a big cock for a teenager. At nineteen, you should be able to provide me so much yummy cum. This is your duty. To please me, boy” said Mr. M, increasing his strokes. 

“PLEASE STOP!” cried Hank. 

“You like this, slut. I can feel you getting harder” said Mr. M, increasing his strokes. And indeed, Hank was getting harder and did feel an orgasm coming on. He would not cum for these two psychos, he wouldn’t do it. He would not! Damn Brody for getting him into this! DAMN THAT STUPID JOCK! 

“UGHHHH!” Suddenly to Hank’s surprise, he came in a full burst. Mr. M quickly sucked the boy’s cock, enveloping it in his warm mouth and making the boy cum more. He shot down the man’s throat as Mr. M’s tongue continued to circle Hank’s cock head. Hank screaming into the gag from the force of the orgasm. Mr. M continued to suck the boy even after all the cum was gone, causing Hank to squirm….his big cock so sensitive. 

Mistress Pauline got down from the chair and petted Hank’s head. 

“Ugh that tasted amazing. I want more” said Mr. M. 

Hank shook his head, he couldn’t imagine producing more cum after that. He was spent. 

“You don’t refuse your owner, Hank” said Mistress Pauline as she wagged a finger in Hank’s face. “Bad boy” 

Hank whimpered as Mr. M began stroking him again….

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“Have you had enough, my pet?” asked Mr. K. 

Drool dripped from Brody’s lips onto his abs. His arms were pulled high above him, pushing him onto his tip toes, his wrists in thick padded leather cuffs. His body was still clad in tighty whities and low cut white socks. His mouth was gagged with a large red ball gag. His ankles were set in a metal spreader bar, forcing his legs wide. Sweat dripped down from his body and his back was now bright red from the large black whip that Mr. K still held in his hands. He’d been like this ever since he’d woken up from the chloroform, and for what seemed like forever….he had been whipped by Mr. K with Mistress Pauline watching. 

“Just…stop…I’ll be ….good” said Brody through the ball gag. At this point, he didn’t care. He didn’t care what happened as long as that whip didn’t come down on him again. 

“Good pet” said Mr. K. 

Brody was lowered onto the ground, his cuffs released from the chains in the ceiling and the spreader bar taken from his ankles. Brody curled into a fetal position, as Mr. K put padded leather cuffs on the boy’s ankles. 

“To match the pretty ones on your wrists, pet. Now on all fours” 

Brody obeyed, though his body felt like it was sore all over. Mr. K took a seat in front of the boy. 

“MMMMMPPH!” sounded from the room next door. Hank. It must be Hank. God, if they did this to me, what were they doing to Hank? Brody felt so much shame in having brought his friend into this. But how was he to know?! He had just wanted pussy and now he didn’t know if he’d ever have pussy again. Or freedom. Or anything but….his owner….

Mr. K undid the gag and Brody spat out so much spit onto the floor. Mr. K suddenly grabbed the jock by his hair and pulled his head back. 

“If your mouth becomes unruly, this gag goes back in, understood?” 

“Yeah…”

Mr. K slapped Brody hard. 

“Yes, sir” 

“Yes, sir” repeated Brody. 

“Good, now lick my boots” said Mr. K, presenting his cowboy boots forward. Brody felt humiliation rise up from his gut, but he leaned down and began to place small licks on the man’s cowboy boots from the tip to the top of them. It tasted like leather. 

“Longer licks, my pet. One long lick from bottom to top. And look at me when you do it” 

Brody whimpered, but did as he was told. One long lick, over and over again, keeping eye contact with Mr. K. 

“And arch your back, I want that big muscled ass of yours in the air” 

Brody made the correction, lifting his ass in air, despite being even more humiliated by the action. If I ever got out of this, I will beat the shit out of you, thought Brody. Mr. K took off one of his boots and stuck his socked foot between Brody’s legs, moving it back and forth against Brody’s low hanging balls in the briefs. Brody stopped licking.  “As Mistress Pauline said, just because we play with your crotch doesn’t give you the excuse to neglect your duties. Keep licking!” 

Brody kept licking the other boot as Mr. K continued sliding his foot against the boy’s balls, back and forth. Back and forth. Brody couldn’t believe it, but despite this bastard being the one doing it, the movement was driving him mad with desire. He could feel his cock betraying him, the movement of Mr. K’s foot against his crotch causing him to get hard. Damn body. Don’t you get hard for this sick freak! 

“That’s enough, now… put your head here” Mr. K opened his legs wide and patted his crotch. 

Brody snapped and ran for the door, pushing his tired body to move as quick as it could. The white socks that he was dressed in though skidded across the slick floor and he fell, mere inches from the door. 

“HELP! PLEASE HELP US!” screamed Brody. 

“Oh Brody, just when I thought we were getting somewhere” sighed Mr. K, as he put his other boot back on. “I think Mistress Pauline is busy overseeing your buddy’s training, but she trusts me a bit more to do what needs to be done. We don’t have to wait for her’ 

Mr. K slowly walked across the room towards the 20 year old, his cowboy boots echoing on the floor as Brody reached for the door in a panic. His hand was quickly put down by one of Mr. K’s boots stepping on it. Brody cringed. 

“It’s okay, my pet, we just gotta get you a bit more secured” 

“No no no, please!” 

“I can’t trust you like I thought…”

Mr. K descended on the boy and tied both of Brody’s wrist cuffs together with rope, tying the boy’s hands behind him. The man then used rope on Brody’s ankle cuffs, pulling the boy’s socked feet together. Brody struggled on the floor like a wiggling worm, still in clad in tight whities that cupped his ass beautifully and low cut white socks that looked puffy and sweaty on his big feet. Mr. K grabbed the boy by the ankles and dragged him back towards the center of the room. He then scooped the boy up into his arms and sat back down in his chair. Brody sobbed in frustration. The straight boy couldn’t believe he was letting this man see him cry, but he couldn’t help it. Mr. K wiped away the boy’s tears and lifted up a new gag with a rubber ring in the middle of it. 

“No please please….”

“Shhh you have to be gagged now…you’ve lost speaking privileges…and this will help with the training that I wanted to begin, before you became so restless. Now open up” 

Mr. K squeezed the boy’s balls forcing Brody to open his mouth, as the O ring gag was placed in and secured tight behind his head. Now the boy could no longer close his mouth. Mr. K threw Brody onto his stomach, over the man’s knees and began caressing Brody’s muscular ass, created from the boy’s many squats at the college gym. 

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Mr. K breathed heavy (hugely turned on) as he watched Brody cry out from the spanks. The boy’s socked feet kicking back and forth in the air, his head pulled tight back by Mr. K’s other hand holding a fistful of Brody’s hair. The boy’s tongue stuck out of the O ring gag with each cry. Mr. K slipped his hand beneath the waistband of the briefs and felt Brody’s ass, hot from the spankings, his hand moving towards Brody’s anus. NOT MY ASS! NOT MY ASS! the boy screamed through the gag. 

“I will have this ass, and there is nothing you can do about it” whispered Mr. K into the jock’s ear before pushing him onto the floor. Mr. K undid his jeans and brought out his own cock, now rock hard from all the discipline he’d been giving out. It was a miracle he hadn’t cum in his pants while whipping the boy earlier. He took Brody by the head and forced the struggling boy’s mouth onto the cock. Mr. K stood up, his jeans falling to his ankles, and began face fucking Brody. Tied up on hands and knees, and with the man’s huge hands gripping his face and an O ring gag keeping his mouth open, Brody could do little but gag on the cock. 

“Don’t struggle, my pet! Stop struggling or I’ll get the whip again. Take the cock! Take it all the way down. Yeah keep gagging on it, slut. You will serve this cock every day from now on. You love my cock, boy?! YOU LOVE MY COCK?!” 

Mr. K pulled his cock out of the boy’s mouth. 

“Say you love my cock!” 

Brody was so stunned that he couldn’t do anything. He was slapped in the face by Mr. K’s cock and then it was shoved down his throat again, the boy’s nose buried in Mr. K’s pubic hair, the man’s balls bouncing on the college boy’s chin. 

“So warm, so tight! Ugh you’re gonna make me cum! You ready?! YOU FUCKIN’ READY?! GONNA CUM IN THAT COLLEGE JOCK MOUTH!”

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Hank had passed out at some point after being endlessly milked (or at least that’s what it felt like to the nineteen year old). When he woke back up again he was tied spread eagle to a bed, on his stomach and the tighty whities were gone. The only piece of clothing still on him being the low cut white socks. A blindfold had been placed over his eyes and……oh holy shit….that fucker had placed a butt plug in his ass! WHAT THE FUCK?! 

“Take it out! Oh my god it’s huge, please take it out!” cried Hank. 

“Shhh be a good boy and lick” Mistress Pauline suddenly sat in front of Hank’s face without panties on and shoved his face into her pussy. She humped the boy’s face with her pussy as Mr. M quickly took out the butt plug. Usually a woman shoving her pussy in his face would’ve made Hank wild, but he pulled at his restraints on the bed fearing what would come next. His ass felt loose and open without the butt plug. Mr. M spanked him hard. 

“LICK HER, boy! Or I will put a clamp on your cock head” 

Hank obeyed and began to lick Mistress Pauline’s pussy, his big cock becoming instantly hard at the taste of it that he had longed for hours ago….you know, before he had been made into a sex slave for a man. 

“Come here, Brody”

“MMMPH!”

“BRODY!” screamed Hank, pushing his head up out of Mistress Pauline’s crotch, but the blindfold blocked any view of his friend and the woman pushed his head back down. 

“It’s okay, my pet. Come here, we’ll get you set up” said Mr. K, leading Brody in on a leash. The boy’s head was covered with a rubber hood, with an opening for the mouth, Brody’s mouth still held open by an O ring gag. His arms still tied behind him, but his ankles were free. His briefs were off as well, with a vibrating cock ring placed at the base of his cock, making it hard. Brody’s only clothing, just like Hank were the low cut white socks. 

“Lay down over your friend” 

Hank’s panic rose….no, no they weren’t going to…..they couldn’t be that sick…. “I can’t wait to watch this” said Mistress Pauline continuing to hold Hank’s head to her pussy. 

Mr. M and Mr. K forced Brody to lay down over his friend and then, placed Brody’s cock right into Hank’s asshole. 

“Fuck him, Brody’

To Hank’s horror, Brody did begin to pump into Hank, fucking his college buddy with fury. 

“You see Hank, Brody’s mind is now broken. He’s a good boy and you will be too after this”

Mr. K grabbed Brody’s ass and entered the boy. Mr. M stood in front of Brody and began face fucking him. 

So, it was a sight. Hank tied spread eagle with Mistress Pauline fucking his face. Brody fucking Hank’s ass, Mr. K fucking Brody at the same time and Mr. M pumping into Brody’s mouth…at the same time. 

And then it switched. Hank being fucked by Mr. M, the man’s massive beer belly crushing him.  Mistress Pauline whipping Hank’s socked feet with a riding crop, while nearby Mr. K sucked Hank’s ass as the boy obediently stayed on hands and knees.  And then it switched again. Mr. K fucking Hank’s mouth with the aid of another O ring gag. Mistress Pauline fucking Brody’s cock with her pussy. And Mr. M licking Hank’s hole. 

And then it switched again and again and again….different positions, ties, partners, until one couldn’t tell whose body part was which. 

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“Thank you Mistress Pauline” said Mr. K. “you really got two great ones this time, we really appreciate it and especially appreciate the help in training” 

“We really appreciate it” said Mr. M. The three of them were standing on Mistress Pauline’s porch, all dressed again after what could only be described as an all out orgy. 

“Well I’m glad we have now put these straight boys to good use. I hope you two are happy with your boys” said Mistrees Pauline before waving goodbye and closing her door. 

In the back seat of Mr. M’s truck lay Hank, bathed after the orgy, and placed in a new pair of briefs and white socks, this time with socks that went up to the boy’s thighs. And briefs that were even tighter on his massive cock. He was hogtied again and ball gagged. 

In the back seat of Mr. K’s chevy lay Brody, bathed after the orgy and secured in a rubber sleep sack up to his neck. His mouth gagged with a panel gag. Inside the sleep sack a new pair of briefs and white socks adorned his body. 

And as the men got into their respective cars and began to drive off, both boys snapped out of whatever slave mind they had developed at that point, and tried one last struggle. 

Mr. M smiled at Hank struggling and reached back to tickle the boy’s socked feet with his free hand. 

M. K reached back and petted Brody’s head like he was calming a dog. 

And the two boys lay there in the back seat of their new owner’s cars, moaning into their gags, as they were taken to their new homes. 

It tried to swallow it all as it knew it would be its only meal of the day. Looks like it didn’t do a very good job. I guess we will have to try again tomorrow

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Walking through an abandoned house with a dumb loser

The goal of cuckold humiliation is to arouse your cuck husband/boyfriend. You’re doing it to enhance his pleasure and yours. You play the part of the hotwife (and/or sex goddess, if you’re feeling particularly confident) and he plays the part of the cuckold. You each find immense pleasure in playing that part and you each enjoy it more if you really dive in (as long as there’s trust between you).

Now, imagine being dressed in beautiful lingerie. Your bull is on his way over (or, if you want it to be more humiliating, he’s already there). You instruct your cuckold to get on his knees. You instruct him to look up at you and beg you to fuck another man. You make him beg to be cuckolded. You make him enumerate the reasons why you should fuck another man while he watches.

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With any luck, arousal will course through his body as he does it. If you want to amp up the pleasure, touch him a little. Caress his face as he begs you to fuck another man. Squat in front of him and stare into his eyes. Move behind him and run your fingers through his hair. You could also fool around with your bull while he does it. Why not get started having a little fun with the man that has already enhanced your marriage so significantly?

If you want, you could have your cuckold beg numerous times throughout the evening. You could have him beg you to strip your bull naked. You could have him beg you to suck another man’s cock. You could have him beg you to guide your bull’s cock into your pussy. You could have him beg you to allow your bull to cum inside you. There are so many ways you could have fun with it.

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Cruel to be Kind

Is it cruel or kind to ruin the male orgasm?

Ruined orgasms make little sense if the male is a dom. He gets pure enjoyment from it, it feels great, and afterwards, he will still be in the proper frame of mind to remain dominant. Nothing is lost in the process.

But what of the submissive male? He has been a good boy all week, so you decide that he deserves an orgasm. You remove his chastity device and tease him into a frenzy. At that moment, he needs to cum so badly, to the point where he would do humiliating things he probably wouldn’t normally do to achieve it. He is as submissive as he will ever be as you decide that you have teased him enough, and you send him crashing over the edge. The only problem is, his submissive feelings crash as well, as his body releases prolactin during the full male orgasm.

Suddenly, your good boy goes through a drastic change. He loses most of his lust for you, his owner, which inspired much of his subordinate behavior. He may even balk at being relocked in his chastity cage. What the hell just happened? He has been feeling so submissive to you but most of that feeling just got flushed from his system along with his semen. What he wanted, needed, maybe even begged for a few seconds ago is immediately regretted by you both. Why?

As a domme you will feel peeved by his sudden change in demeanor.  You think his submission to you shouldn’t change just because of a momentary bodily function. Are you just a kink dispenser for him? He should be submissive no matter what. And you know what? A truly submissive male will agree with those thoughts, feeling guilty and disappointed with himself over it. His heart will be filled with dread and self doubt. He will regret having that orgasm just as much as you now regret giving it to him.

Not only does he enjoy serving and obeying you, he also loves the general feeling of being submissive. It is a part of him, a part of who he is, how he identifies himself, and he has just lost that. The release of prolactin ruins his submissive frame of mind making it hard for him to submit afterwards for a few hours, to even a day or two. He feels bad, but has no control over the process. But working in collaboration with you, as a team , it can be controlled.

The ruined male orgasm. Is it really ruined, or is it simply improved upon? After all, it is still pleasurable to him, just not as powerful and intense as a full orgasm. The important part is denying the prolactin release. If successful, not only will his submissive feelings remain, his horniness and lust which are pleasurable to him in their own right will continue (subdued) as well.

Are a few seconds of intense pleasure worth it in the end? Or is it better to trade that short burst for a much longer but still highly enjoyable experience? After all, he isn’t really gaining anything by orgasming. He is trading one pleasure for another, his submissive feelings that can last days for a quick burst of intensity that lasts only seconds, and ruins everything else.

We have decided that ruined orgasms will be the answer in the foreseeable future. It’s just better, for both of us.