Christopher Enslaved
Part Eighteen
By Randall Austin
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We had all intended to go the ShaggyBag dance club later in the evening, but when Marty suggested that Licker be fitted with the sucker's muzzle all the guys started hooting, hee-hawing, and high fiving. Everyone agreed that the ShaggyBag could be put off for a bit, especially since we still had beer enough to last for the face fucking session. I would have preferred we went directly to the club, but the guys wanted it, and I wasn't going to dampen the party mood, so I told Marty to go ahead and get Licker muzzled up.
Marty stood behind the seated Licker and put his hands around his face, "Come on Christopher, open your mouth up so I can get you muzzled. It's time for you to earn your keep." Licker didn't open up, "Let's open up, I want to feel your tongue. Just do it for me now. I'd hate to have to use Todd's taser on you." Marty pinched Licker's nose and he opened up. Marty snaked the thumb and index finger of his right hand into Licker's mouth and grabbed a hold of his tongue. "Nice big tongue. This is going to feel real good fellows!" He then slipped the sucker's muzzle over Licker's head and started getting the mouth pieces properly fitted into Licker's mouth, the back guard fitted around his teeth and the outer flange encircling his lips. "Now Christopher, with your tongue feel that bottom groove of the inner flange and put your tongue in there. It will help keep your tongue down so you can breathe easily, and it will expose your tongue surface for maximum dick to tongue contact."
Seeing my goofy, bungling, naked slave get muzzled up was a real hoot. I nearly laughed my head off, along with everyone else, as Marty fitted him up with all the straps and mouth parts. The sucker's muzzle kept Licker's mouth open in a wide O' shape, and kept the teeth safely covered with a formed molded plastic flange. In front of the teeth flange was a lip flange, the flange about his lips made his wide open O' shaped mouth look like a sex hole. Licker looked obscene, but somehow inviting as well, in a really naughty sort of way. Attached to the part of the muzzle that went over and along the side of the head were two five inch molded rubber bars extending outwards from the ears. These were handlebars for getting good control of the slave's head as you're getting sucked off. When he finally had the muzzle on Marty pulled Licker up into a standing position, pulled his hands in back of him, and snapped plastic cuffs on him. He spun Licker around to show us, and asked Steve to get a shot of Licker with his digital camera. "Let's make sure we put this photo in the 5th year class reunion booklet, in the `What our classmates are doing now' section."
With his mouth wide open in an `O' shape, and the two handlebars sticking out from his ears, Licker was quite a sight. We all couldn't stop our laughing.
Marty grabbed Licker by the dick and suggested those who wanted to do a little pile driving follow him into the laundry room, which was in the corner of the basement, but fully enclosed. All of us present followed the two of them into the laundry room.
Once in, Marty had Licker kneel down on the floor. Marty unzipped, pulled out his erect dick, a really big thing, grabbed Licker by the handlebars at the side of his head, and shoved himself in. He had Licker's nose jammed against his belly and was gyrating and pumping his groin slowly into Licker's mouth. "Oh yeah, this is a good one guys! Nice. Real... nice. Ok now Christopher, give me a little more sucking action." There seemed to be no difference. Marty pulled a small tawse that hung from the back of his belt and touched it to Licker's back. Licker then started slurping away.
He did a little demonstration. "Notice guys, I'm pumping my hips, but with this new model you can stand still and pump the slave's head back and forth." Using the handlebars jutting out from Licker's ears he started jerking Licker's head back and forth onto his shaft, "Notice the kind of control this gives me." Licker was wide eyed, but little else of his feelings could be discerned with the muzzled emplaced. Marty resumed hip pumping and in no time he was doing the hard finale thrusts into Licker's mouth, as Licker swallowed the salty snack. As Marty pulled out, he asked, "Who wants to get into the driver's seat next?"
Oswald volunteered, and by the time he got to Licker his dick was already out, hard, and precumming. "Licker, meet my baby maker!" With that he jammed his rod into Licker's mouth and started bucking his hips. "Since you won't be making any babies, I think it's fitting you get to give all of our baby makers a little practice run."
As Oswald did his business Marty explained to us that the muzzle was a better option for obtaining good sucking service than the `old' days of removing a sucker slave's teeth. Those slaves always required special processed soft foods. This way the entire herd, both the sucker boys and the non-suckers, can eat the same diet.
Mike Draker was next, "Okay Christopher, it's party time, so party on this!" He shoved it in, and using the handlebars, drove himself to a satisfying climax in no time. As he dismounted, he said, "For a bungling slow learning slave, he sure has got his sucking action down good."
Marty had to correct, "Don't give this jam headed slave too much credit. It's the muzzle that does it. It's designed so the slave can take whatever we want to shove into their mouth hole."
Corky was next in line, and he pulled his dick out with a vengeance. He rammed it full force first into Licker's face, slapping it a few times with his dick, then he stuck it into the hole and went to town. He grabbed the handlebars and shook Licker's head violently as he pumped. Licker's expression couldn't have been any more wild eyed. A couple of the guys applauded his performance as he climaxed with what seemed about 20 long hard cumming thrusts.
Steve was next to wag his dick in front of Licker's face. He taunted, "Okay spank boy, I want you to meet my dick. My dick here likes to have lots of fun. I bet you do too. Only thing is, you can't, and my dick can. My dick here likes to have fun all day long. Since you're a slave, that means my dick has more rights than you do. My dick is a free dick, and it wants to have fun right now. My dick has the power to order you around, lifer-scum slave. And it orders you start sucking." With that he stuck his free dick into Licker's mouth hole and pumped happily away. His dick had a lot of fun because Steve hollered louder than anybody as he shot his load down Licker's throat.
Amazingly, among the gang standing in line to get serviced were two of the anti slavers, Timothy and Kenneth. I didn't consider them hypocrites or anything, because I couldn't blame anyone for getting turned on at the hard labor demo Licker gave us.
Homo Joe, was there in line to get sucked also, of course. He was there to make a long held dream finally come true. It was a beautiful moment when he at last got on board. He was gentle, as I knew he would be. He stooped down a few times to fondle Christopher all over. He really enjoyed the treat, but I actually think he would never have done it, except he was as fucking drunk as the rest of us.
I really wanted to get in line also, but I felt it was inappropriate for me as the host. But mainly I didn't because I was sort of planning on getting back to Christopher when we were alone later that night, after I returned from the dance club. And I felt that as Licker's overseer I had a right to explore some special territory and pleasures with my slave.
Toby was even drunker and angrier by the time it was his turn, and I had to watch to make sure he didn't bang Licker's head against the block wall of the basement laundry room. Once he did his business he sort of calmed down.
Bill Abbey was even drunker and angrier, but he came almost as soon as he got his dick into Licker's face hole so I didn't have to worry about Licker getting hurt.
The suck fest ended with both Phil and Matt opting for more traditional moderate paced hip thrusting action, each ending with a strong grip on the handlebars as they rammed Licker's face into their bellies.
The whole thing may have been a tad sordid, I will admit. But we were all drunk and you're only in college once in your life, for gosh sakes. And this was a fucking party after all.
When we were finished I let Licker put his skirt back on, and we all went back up stairs. We were greeted with silence and icy stares by the judgmental upstairs crowd.
We started gathering our things to head out to the dance club. Some of the gang wanted me to bring Licker along with us to the ShaggyBag, but I told them that was not a good idea. My intention was to secure him in his high chair while I was gone. I knew I was too loaded to keep a good eye on something so valuable out at some wild dance club.
I told Licker, "We're going out clubbing and we need to get you diapered so I can secure you into your high chair. You can either go and do it yourself, or I can have Joe Beyer help you. Christopher said he would do it himself. I guess he didn't want homo Joe oiling and powdering his diaper area on top of everything else. When Licker came out of his room in his diaper he was red as a beet. I ordered him to hop up in his chair so I could strap him in. Beth, Claire and Cindy all told Licker how cute he looked in his little didi.
Peter Burrell started talking out loud about how obscene it was that I was securing Licker into a chair while I went out clubbing. I asked him why he thought that was any worse than putting him in some four foot square kennel cage. I told him it was the law to secure unguarded slaves, and besides, he would have plenty of reading material to occupy himself. Ivan asked what Licker would be reading. "Licker reads what I tell him to read. Tonight while we're out clubbing Licker will be reading the first 12 chapters of Nathan Levine's book, `On Being an Effective Hard Labor Slave'." It's full of tips and practical information to help a drudge like Licker be all he can be. And Licker, I want you to know that there will be a spot quiz on the first 12 chapters when I get home." I heard Matt let out, "Cool, just like high school!"
I knew I was too drunk to expect myself to remember what I had just told Licker. But it was fun laying down the law to a bungling, cowering, slave. "And starting tomorrow, kiddo, there's going to be no special treatment for you just because you're my friend. There are going to be a lot more spankings and paddlings taking place around here!"
"Good", encouraged Oswald. "I've been meaning to tell you tonight that you are far too lax with him."
"I know I have been, but he was my friend, you know?" Perhaps it was the booze, but I started to cry. No one seemed to have any sympathy with the hardships of a slaver, so I soon snapped out of my sobbing fit. "Fuck. You are right, Oswald. I just have been too damn easy on him. I'm just a softy. Licker, you're a fucking slave and from now on you're going to be treated like one!"
As I placed a cell phone, water, and a bowl of kibble on his high chair feeding tray I told him, "You probably aren't very hungry, what with all the protein you just ingested."
Once he was strapped up in the high chair, Marty Samms, who had been examining the chair with interest, told Dobbins he was going get a slave high chair for him. Then he said, "You look good in that chair, Christopher. Todd is a good overseer. Make sure you obey him. He knows what's best for you." The camaraderie amongst slavers is absolutely beautiful. I reciprocated by telling Dobbins, "You have a most beneficent master in Marty. You are one lucky slave." Dobbins nodded. I was too drunk to know if I was supposed to be incensed that he didn't say, "Yes, sir."
I went out briefly to get ready to go out. When I came back I noticed Quentin and some of his buddies had gathered around Licker in his chair and were talking to him. I figured they were just trying to console Licker in their own misguided way, so I left them.
Once we all got our things together, we all headed out. All the guys were in top spirits after their excellent suck-offs. I was the last one leaving the house, and as I was about to exit I looked back at Licker locked in his high chair. He was looking better to me by the minute. Real good. I went back to him to give him a pat on the head.
I then decided to strap his arms down to the arm rests at the elbows, that way he could still eat by bending his head down a little, but he couldn't reach his groin. "If I don't pick myself up a nice juicy number at the club, then you're going to have to do for tonight." I took a finger and ran it down Licker's cheek. The thought of using my friend was turning me on in a major way. I then took my hand and gently pinched his right nipple. I moved my hand to his nose and touched his nose, and gently twisted his nose ring. I gave him a devilish smile. I did not attempt to conceal from him the expanse in my crotch. I reached down under the tray table and put my hand in between his thighs, under his skirt. I gently starting stroking his inner thighs, but a car horn tooted. I had forgotten, my buddies were waiting for me. It was hard for me to leave Licker for the ShaggyBag dance club. The fact that I did leave him that night was the biggest mistake of my life.
To be continued...
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