Hello sirs, sorry for taking so long. I took a break from my slut life, but have once again been pulled back in like the true cockslut I am. For those of you who tried to contact me, I apologize for my absence. I hope you enjoy the latest installment!
A different kind of extra credit, Part 8
It's a bit shocking how quickly a routine can make things seem normal. Two weeks ago I woke up on Friday a normal straight male with a kink. This Friday I woke up with my cock straining at it's cage and immediately scrambled out of bed so I'd have time to clean my ass and re-insert my buttplug before getting over to my Master's house.The last 2 weeks had been a blur. After locking me in chastity and informing me I needed to start training my ass, things had stayed more or less the same. Master came over to use me almost every night while he relaxed on my couch, and used me after both my office hours and the weekly lectures. I didn't even blink now when he told me to get in his car and suck his cock. Randy still came over at least once a day to abuse my throat too. The weekend was slightly different, but since I had been ordered to stay available, I ended up just staying at home in my thong and collar. I didn't see Master at all on Saturday, even though Randy came up and used me several times. I didn't even realize a man his age could cum that many times. Sunday was a different story. Master came over around 11 with his books, and spent the entire day studying and working on his homework while he drank my beer. I, of course, spent the entire time on my knees sucking his cock. I could barely walk when he finally left, my knees were so sore. He was happy that I could at least deepthroat him most of the time now. I still gagged when he fucked my throat, but I'm pretty sure he actually preferred that.
I had almost gotten used to the chastity cage even. I don't know if it was because I was used to jerking off pretty often, but the chastity cage made me hornier than I had ever been. I still hated being used and abused as I was, but in between, all I could think about was getting this cage off.
As I drove over to wake up my Master, I figured this weekend would be fairly similar. It wasn't until I had stripped off my clothes outside, snuck into his room through the side door, crawled under the sheets, and started sucking his cock to wake him up, that I found out otherwise.
"I'm going to miss your lips wrapped around my cock while I'm out of town this weekend slut"
I immediately perked up with hope. I didn't think it showed, but Master laughing at me told me he had noticed.
"Haha don't worry slut, I haven't forgotten about you. I wouldn't want all of your training to be lost with a long weekend, after all. I told Randy I'd be gone, so he has free use of you all weekend. He has a couple friends over for the weekend, but the same rules still apply. He can't expose you to them or injure you in any way. Although, with as eager as you are, I'm sure you'll find a way to expose yourself willingly! Now hurry up and finish. I have to pack and hit the road."
He grabbed my head and started forcing it up and down on his cock harder. It was a hard angle, but I knew what he expected and tried to relax my throat to let him in. Master used my throat faster and faster, gagging me each time his cock slipped into my throat, until finally, he pulled me all the way down and shot his load straight into my stomach.
"Damn that felt good slut. Now get out of here. Randy is expecting you home by 6 and I'd better not hear you disappointed him this weekend. Be back here Monday morning."
I scrambled off the bed and knelt in front of the side door. "Thank you Sir for letting me suck your cock and for thinking of me over the weekend. I will do whatever it takes to please you Master."
I didn't expect a response and didn't get one, so I quickly crawled outside and pulled my clothes on before one of his roommates saw me outside in just a thong.
The rest of the day, all I could think about was the weekend ahead of me. Despite my daily use, Randy was still just as brutal as ever. He made it clear he was still pissed I hadn't been sucking his cock all along, and even more pissed that he wasn't my owner. Not that I wanted any of this, but he made sure I would hate it as much as possible. I could only imagine how painful this weekend was going to be, but I resolved to at least keep it private. I didn't know who his friends were, and I wasn't going to find out!
As 5:30 rolled around, I knew I couldn't stall anymore and packed up to head home. The traffic was lighter than I expected so I was home with plenty of time to spare. I saw Randy's car parked out front, but I hoped I might get a few minutes quiet before he came up. I still followed Master's orders when I got inside though, and stripped down to just my thong, put my collar back on, and cleaned myself out with the enema kit. I had just finished cleaning up when I heard Randy open the front door. He was carrying a bag and just smiled at me as I knelt on the floor in front of him.
"Oh, this is going to be a good weekend slut. Do you want to save yourself the trouble and come downstairs now?" I knelt there silently. "No? Ok then, I guess we'll have to do this the fun way! First things first though"
Randy dropped the bag and pulled his cock out as he walked up to me. He always enjoyed fucking my throat hard, and this time was no different. I gagged and choked as he forced it all the way deep over and over again. Sometimes he would just pull me all the way in until my nose was pressed hard against his stomach, and grunt while my gagging and choking throat massaged his cock. Finally he had enough though and pulled out to spray his load all over my face with a loud groan.
"Fuuuuccckk, I'm going to enjoy this weekend!! Now get up on the ottoman on your stomach. I'm guessing you remember the position from last time? Don't worry, it won't be as strict this time. Wouldn't want to hurt you too bad after all!"
I thought he would just do a loose hog tie this time since he said it wouldn't be as tight. I was wrong. Apparently by "not as tight" Randy meant about an inch more of slack, and before I knew it, I was tied tightly with my back bowed and my head held up.
"Now, your Master insisted I don't keep you tied up in any one position for more than 2 hours to keep you safe. Use the next two hours to think about what you want though. I might have to change your position, but that doesn't mean it has to be easier or more comfortable. I've got a little bit longer until my friends arrive though, so how about you get back to work."
I wasn't sure how he could expect me to do anything, but he made it clear as he pulled me around on the ottoman until my head was facing the couch. Pulling the ottoman closer and kicking his legs up, my head was perfectly positioned over his cock which he quickly took advantage of. As tightly as I was tied, it was hard to move at all, but I forced my head up as much as I could to keep from suffocating. Randy just sat back and laughed as I struggled and gagged on his cock. I knew it was going to be a long weekend, but I had no idea how hard. I was still resolved though. Randy couldn't injure me, and I would hold out for as long as I had too. When Randy finally finished, spraying another load all over my face, I turned down his "offer" again. I thought it might make him mad, but instead he just laughed and said he'd see me in a couple hours before walking out.
I lay there in pain as I heard him walk down the stairs. My shoulders, knees, and hips were already hurting, but unlike last time, so was my caged cock as it was pressed against the ottoman under me. I could feel the cum dripping down my face and pooling on the leather under me. I'd long since gotten over thinking my furniture mattered though. Everything in here was just another prop in my humiliation as far as my Master and Randy were concerned. After a while I heard someone knock on Randy's door downstairs, and realized his friends must have arrived. It sounded like at least 3 different people as they talked and laughed. Eventually they went inside, but came back out quickly. I was worried for a second they would come upstairs, but it sounded like they just set up chairs downstairs and sat down to have some beers.
I couldn't hear much through the closed windows, but it was hard to focus with the pain in my arms and legs anyways. It was hard to tell how much time had passed. All I had was the pain and indistinct noises outside to give me any semblance of reality. Time passed painfully slowly until I finally heard Randy coming back up the stairs. I couldn't believe I was actually looking forward to him coming up, but no new position could be as bad as this one!
The first thing he did when he came in surprised me though. He walked over and slid open the windows.
"There you go gentlemen, now you can hear how much the slut enjoys this!"
Randy laughed as he turned back to me.
"Don't worry slut, they still don't know who you are...yet! And the only person in hearing distance right now is John who already know! So you'd better make me happy and show just how much you're enjoying this or else your Master will hear about it."
He cut loose my arms and legs as I collapsed onto the ottoman. Without giving me time to recover, Randy dragged me over to the end of the couch closest to the window, and pulled me onto my knees by my collar and leash. He pulled my mouth straight to his cock and I got to work, hoping that if I made him happy enough he might take it easy on me for the next couple hours.
I moaned and sucked and groaned loudly around his cock like a good little cockslut. I'd long since learned to keep my hands behind my back, but I used my tongue and lips as much as possible to worship his cock. Over and over again I worked my head up and down his shaft, squealing like an eager whore, and forcing my lips all the way down to the base so his cock lodged in my throat. Even with having cum a couple hours ago, Randy was soon close and pulled me all the way in to cum straight down my throat. "That's more like it. You should suck like that every time you ungrateful cocksucker! Now thank me like a good whore."
I played my part as he wanted, "Thank you so much for letting me worship your cock sir! I'm such a lucky cockslut to have the opportunity to be your bitch and cocksucker!!"
"Damn right you are. Time for some more fun now! Unless you're ready to come down? No? Haha alright then. On your back, and don't move."
I wasn't sure what he had in mind, but he pulled out another roll of duct tape and started off by folding my legs until my heels were pressed against my ass and then wrapping them seperately from knee to ankle/hip so I couldn't straighten them at all. He then moved to my arms, doing the same things, until they were folded with only my elbows exposed. I figured this wouldn't be too bad if that was it, but I should've known better. Dragging a chair from the kitchen, Randy took a drill and made a hole in the ceiling above me. After finishing with the drill, he then took a large eye-bolt and screwed it in. I could feel my stomach drop as I knew there was no way this would be good.
After threading some rope through the eye-bolt so the ends reached to the carpet on both sides, Randy came back over to me and flipped me over. He balanced me on my knees and elbows directly under the eye-bolt and then I found out what the rope was for. Randy took the first end and wrapped it tightly around my cock cage, knotting it off so it wasn't going anywhere. The second end he threaded through my collar, pulling until it was just snug before tieing it off as well.
"Well now, doesn't that look comfortable! Last chance for the next couple hours, are you ready to meet my friends?"
I couldn't bring myself to do it. I was already hurting and dreading the next two hours, but I couldn't willingly expose myself to others. Randy laughed at my lack of response and walked out, leaving the door and windows open so I could hear everyone's laughter clearly as he walked back down and described what he had done.
The pain increased quickly as I struggled to stay on my knees and elbows. Not only did my arms and legs hurt from being folded so tightly, but my back, shoulders, and hips were hurting from holding the position as well. Every time I tried to shift though, the pull on my cock and throat reminded me to stay still. He really had me in a bad position. All I could do was kneel there and try not to move. I could hear them more clearly now through the open windows. For the most part they were just catching up on each other's lives. I could tell the 2 hours were coming up though when the conversation drifted back to me. It was split between what they were going to do to me if I submitted, and what they would do to me to get me to submit. I felt like crying at the situation I was in. I knew they would just keep putting me in more and more painful positions until I finally broke, but on the other hand, if I submitted, I would spend the next 2 days being throatfucked by 4 different men. I could feel my resolve starting to break, but by the time Randy started heading upstairs, I still hadn't made up my mind.
He walked right in the open door with his phone in hand. I thought he was going to take pictures, until he turned it around and showed it to me, scrolling through some pictures. The first was of a girl tied in a painful strappado, so tight that her heels were lifted off the ground and all the weight was on her shoulders. The second was another woman on a bed. She was lying on her stomach with her collar tied to the headoard in front of her. Her legs were pulled up tight and tied to the head board as well, while her arms were tied to the footboard. The collar kept her from flipping meaning she was forced to stay in that position folded over backwards. The third picture is what really did it though. The model was sitting upright with her legs pulled cruelly to the sides so she was forced into the full splits. She might have been that flexible but I certainly wasn't.
I was done, and when I looked up at Randy, I could tell he knew.
"It's your call slut. You can beg me now to come down and meet my friends and I promise I won't put you in anything this strict...until Sunday at least. Or you'll be put through all of this and more. It's your call."
"Please sir, may I come down and meet your friends?"
"Oh that's not going to cut it whore. You made me work for it and made them wait. I want you to beg loud enough for them to hear. And I want you to beg for the opportunity to be our cockslut for the weekend. And if you don't do it well, I'll tie your slutty ass back up and leave you!"
I was trapped.
"Please sir may I come down and meet your friends! Please allow me to be your cockslut for the weekend! All I want is to spend the next 2 days worshipping all of your cocks and servicing you however you want. I want to suck and choke and gag on your cocks. Anything for the opportunity to taste and swallow your cum sir!"
Randy's laughter stopped me there. "That's more like it slut. How could I turn down an offer like that. I'm going to untie you and then lead you downstairs. You'll stay on your knees like a good slut and make everyone down there believe that there is nothing you want more than to be my cockslut. EVERYONE down there had better believe that you're a good bitch, otherwise I promise you'll regret it."
I wasn't sure why he kept stressing the "everyone", but I didn't care as he finally cut me down. It wasn't until he was leading me out onto the landing that I realized what he was saying. It wasn't just his friends down there anymore. There were at least ten people down there now. We live in a really liberal town, but even still I couldn't believe this many people would be ok with debasing myself like this. It wasn't like I had a choice though as I looked up to see Randy's smirk.
"Did I forget to mention some of the neighbors stopped by to have a beer? Your Master said you could only service me and my friends, but he didn't say anything about you exposing yourself to others. I guess you really are an eager slut! Hopefully soon he'll have you serving the whole neighborhood!"
He laughed as he started pulling me down the stairs. It wasn't easy as I followed on my knees, and it definitely didn't help as I heard everyone start cracking up. The catcalls quickly started as I heard them calling me everything from slut and whore to faggot and cocksucker. My entire body burned with shame as Randy led me around the end of the stairs and towards everyone. I couldn't even look up as everyone roared with laughter. I could just imagine the sight I must've made. On my hands and knees being led by a pink leash attached to my pink collar, naked except for the bright pink thong I had been wearing when this all started, with just enough of the edges of the butt plug peeking out if anyone looked. And once again I had begged for the chance to be humiliated like this.
Randy dragged me over to an empty chair that was obviously his and sat down, pulling me up in front of him.
"Why don't you tell everyone what a cockslut you are and what you want to spend your weekend doing?"
I felt like crying as I followed his order, making it sound like there was nothing in the world I wanted more.
"All I want is to be a cockslut and please my Master. I am so grateful he's letting me serve you this weekend, and I can't wait to spend the entire weekend servicing you and your friends and being a good cockslut. Please let me worship your cock! All I want is to have your cocks in my mouth and enjoy being gagged, choked, and throatfucked until you're all satisfied!!"
Another roar of laughter followed that as Randy pulled me forward and ordered me to get to work. I tried to ignore everyone's comments as I pulled his cock out and got to work. I hadn't even looked closely enough to see who all was enjoying my degradation. All I knew is that at least half the neighborhood now knew and had actually seen what a cockslut I was. And the worst part, as I eagerly bobbed up and down on Randy's cock like a good slut, was that they all thought it was voluntary. I was in for a long weekend and couldn't even begin to imagine what this meant long term.
I hope you all enjoyed the story! Sorry I disappeared for so long, but I would love any input or ideas you have! And if any tops live in the SF bay area, I would love the opportunity to experience any or all of this!! You can reach me at scslutforcocks@gmail.com. Thank you for reading!!