We were both so ungodly horny. It was Friday afternoon, and as instructed, neither of us had cum in the last week. During that time, we had also continuously worn our respective jock straps. The day before, as told, we had shaved each other's cocks and asses. Sitting in the cafe wearing only the jock, the thin, white shorts (through which the jockstrap outline was totally visible) and tank tops, we looked the part of the gay sluts we'd signed up for.
After fifteen nervous minutes, Michael finally arrived and spotted his two sluts in the corner. He smiled, pleased, I hoped, with what he saw.
We had some polite chit-chat, and Michael kept ordering coffee and water, telling us to drink them. We all agreed that, after all of our emails and plans, and after seeing each other face-to-face, we'd go back to his place for the weekend as planned.
We got into his car, where the first (albeit small) humiliation of the weekend happened. Michael presented us with thick, black collars that, he said, were to be put on right then, right after we took off our tank tops and shorts. Two seconds later, we were both sitting in the car wearing only jockstraps and collars. The collars, he told us, would not come off until Sunday evening.
Thirty minutes later, we arrived at his house. He wasted no time escorting us to his basement, where he shoved us down onto the concrete floor, took out his exquisite cock, and pissed all over our willing bodies. It was glorious: warm, pungent, and complete degrading. Still on our knees, Michael then started face fucking me. He fucked gently at first, but then fucked more forcefully, grinding his pubic hair into my wet face, stuffing his cock down my throat. After a minute or two, he pulled and plunged right into Jon's eager mouth. Back and forth it went until he pulled out one last time and came over both of us in gob after gob of sticky jizz.
Of course, we were not allowed to cum.
Michael then ordered us to prepare some food and bring him some beer. Still wearing only our collars and (now piss- and cum-covered jockstraps), we stumbled upstairs into the kitchen. Michael settled himself at his computer and on his phone.
Jon and I silently prepared Michael's dinner, both of us still amazed at how quickly and forcefully things had happened. We were so turned on by our sudden and completely humiliating sluttiness
When dinner was ready, I went back downstairs looking for Michael. I went directly into his computer room to find him. That was a mistake; that pissed Michael off. I, as the slave slut, should have had more common sense and respect; I should have knocked or, better yet, simply waited upstairs for him. He quickly flipped me over his knee and began slapping my naked ass with his open hand. I was screaming out in pain and apologies, but they didn't seem to help. After my ass was fully reddened and I had completely learned my lesson, Michael ordered me back upstairs to wait for him.
I did so in silence.
After a few minutes, Michael appeared at the kitchen holding two very large black butt plugs. "These," he explained, "are for your hungry asses. After all, you have to feed your hungry asses at the same time you feed your hungry mouths."
Having learned my lesson to obey, I quickly grabbed a butt plug as well as the bottle of lube Michael was also holding and worked the plug into my ass. It took a bit of patience and time, but after a while, my ass stretched just enough to allow the massive thing to wedge itself into my ass. My hole quickly closed over the ridge, locking the butt plug into place. Jon took a bit longer, but also successfully crammed the plug into his ass.
Meanwhile, Michael had removed all but one chair from the table and replaced them with what looked like bicycle seats mounted to bar stools. "For your hungry asses," he said, "they will make sure that you feel all the wonderful pleasure of those plugs in your slutty asses." After Michael had sat down, Jon and I slowly lowered our asses onto the bicycle bar stools, allowing the weight of our bodies to push the butt plugs in as deeply as possible. The three of us enjoyed a good meal, with lots of beer, at Michael's insistence.
By the end of the meal, Jon and I had to piss like none other. As we stirred more and more, Michael noticed and knew exactly what was going on. After all, it was Michael who kept forcing the coffee, water, and now beer down our throats. "Too much to drink?" he said, "well, the best solution for that is another drink!"
He got up, shoved me in front of Jon and ordered me to take out Jon's cock. I quickly did so. "Drink up, slut." I willingly slid Jon's cock into my mouth and waited for the stream to begin. "Don't spill any." And I didn't; I just drank all of the acrid but tasty golden piss that shot out of Jon's dick.
"Switch!"
I got up, traded seats with Jon, and allowed him to pull out my dick, take it in his mouth, and drink my piss.
"Okay, bitches. Enough of this; it's time to go out. Let's see what we're all going to wear." We followed Michael into his bedroom, scared and excited about the evening to come.
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