Maria and Cindy, or Mario and Bruce, untied Brad's ankles first. Brad was sorely tempted to kick them both but he remembered that he needed his wrists free, too. And then there were the pix of him with a woman's makeup and a wig on. At the same time, he was beginning to like being controlled by these two sexy bitches. Though they were using him, they were really paying homage to his manhood and to his stunningly virile body. As Mario unleashed Brad's wrists, Cindy was kissing his mouth and letting her fingers roam up and down that muscular chest. Brad's dick was as hard as stone and oozing abundant precum. Cindy was straddling him and French kissing him as she artfully lowered her rosebud onto his penis. The contact was electrifying for Brad. He let her engulf his hard dick every so slowly. "Brad, Brad, Brad," she moaned. Brad felt so strong and manly as his rigid pole sank into the soft, brown pucker and deep into Cindy's bowels. The whole situation enkindled a mystical, enigmatic passion in his subconscious. He was a little boy again being guided and yet at the same time a strapping, brawny young man, desired by two trannies whom he had transformed from being young men as himself. Now these two young men wanted to copulate with him as women do with men. They derived their pleasure from his masculine body. Even when they were fucking him, he was still the man. This pride of being the macho fed his yearning to deepen this new relationship à trois. The other frat bros had brought Mario on board in order to foil his plans to dominate Bruce as Cindy. Now, not only was Bruce in love with him and willing to play the part of Cindy, but Mario as well. Brad felt the erotics of power in his new position. He knew that the two would order him to do things to please them. But at the same time, these commands were the projection of their ardent craving to seek unity with his body with theirs. He was the center of their longings and the satisfaction of their needs. Mario worked his way in behind Cindy and screwed his hard dick into the hole that Brad already occupied. Mario didn't move, he just stood there and let Cindy do the fucking of the two stiff dicks. Brad was enjoying the tautness of the pucker stretched to its limits that was squeezing, gripping and clutching the bundled pair of solid shafts. But again, though Mario was fucking Cindy it was with and through Brad that this was happening. Brad's virility, Brad's manhood, Brad's strength were the defining terms of their communal satisfaction. And yet, by the same token, Brad's manhood was defined by his submission to the two trannied frat boys and their devotion to him, their wanting to control him and dominate him. Cindy kept fucking herself on the two poles but the strength of her legs was giving out. All of them had gizzed several times and it was getting longer and longer between new salvos of sperm from the dick shafts. Finally, out of breath, Cindy begged to stop. Maria backed away and Cindy climbed down from Brad who was now free to get away from the board. Where the board had cut into his ass cheeks there as reddish line, and it smarted a bit. "Man, you chicks are something else! You just never get enough! Real chicks aren't like that."
Maria was already on her knees giving Brad's pole a tongue bath. The big football stud stood there in his jock strap with the bright red nips. He flexed his muscles, partly to regain circulation and partly to impress his two dominators.
"What time is it anyway?" Maria look dumbfounded. They had been so concentrated on their captive hunk that they had lost track of time. It was around three in the morning.
"Well, chicks, how about we catch some z's?" They all agreed on it and stumbled together upstairs.
Maria to Brad: "You'll sleep in our room tonight, Brad boy." Brad looked surprised that he was being ordered around, but he acquiesced. They shoved the beds together and put Brad in the middle. All three were out like a light they were so tired from their all night fucking.
When they awoke late the next morning, Brad was sporting wood again but first he had to shoot his morning pee. While he was gone, Maria and Cindy made more plans for using their new boy toy.
When Brad came back, they saw that he had refreshed the lipstick on his nips. "Good boy!" they both said. Brad grinned like the little puppy he was. His honker hung at half-mast now, but it was still swollen. "Here, Bradie, take this!" ordered Cindy handing him a glass of water and a little blue pill.
"What's that?" Brad asked.
"Viagra, honey. We want you boned day and night, hon. We want to use that tool to fill our mouths and puckers until it chafes from all the attention." Brad hesitated for a moment. The two girls shook their heads. "So he needs to be disciplined, I see," said Cindy. "He has to obey us without question. Oh, oh! Too bad for Brad!" Brad, now scared, swallowed the pill, but his hesitation was a new cause for punishment. "Bradie boy, we have to clip those tender nips again!" "No! Don't do that! Please!" he wailed.
"And this time we want to make sure that there is a direct connection with your luscious penis. As a matter of fact, we are going to tie them so that the reaction of the honker pulls on those sweet little titties." Brad froze in his tracks. The two chicks already were clipping the clamps on his tits and the pain was excruciating. But the pain was just starting. The two girls attached two hooks to the handles of the clamps. The hooks were each connected to a thin rope. They draped the ropes over his big, broad shoulders and tied the ropes together just below the nap of his neck. Then they took the united rope down his back and through his ass crack, under his perineum to his hanging cock. About half way down the shaft of the cock they secured the rope. If his cock went up, it would pull the rope and pull the tit clips upward, inflicting more pain on the tender nips. "Oh, Bradie, I think that we have found a way for you to mete out your own pain, sweetie. Because now the real fun begins!" Cindy kneeled down and looked at the cock. She kissed the head of the honker and started to talk to it: "Oh, handsome cock, you are so nice! Let me kiss you again and again." The cock started to stiffen and to ascend upward. "No, don't do this to me!" the hunk begged. But Maria, who had been caressing his biceps, now lowered her mouth onto his and frenched him. She petted his hair with one hand and held onto the biceps with the other. Cindy was licking the cock up and down and it was growing and moving up and up and pulling the rope that was attached to the tit clips. The nips on that massive, muscular chest were now yanked tightly upward. The piercing pain that they endured caused Brad's cock to get even harder. Cindy wasn't even sucking the dick, just licking it and blowing on it. Maria let her hand that was on his biceps wander to his massive back and down to his handsome buns. Just as Peter's caress of Brad's buns had set him off while he was raping Maria, Maria's soft touch excited him on his firm glutes. He was a bun man, an ass man, a butt man. His rear was a focal point of his sexuality and it was getting the better of him. "Maria, I think we have a full blown maso on our hands. The worse those jock titties are pulled, the harder Big Dick here gets." Precum oozed out of the straining boner and dribbled down the shaft. Cindy deftly licked it up and then stuck the tip of her tongue in the piss slit. She licked and kissed the hard meat for a while and then stood up. "Just let Maria spoil ya, hunk! I'm going to wash out the pucker for ya! Be right back!"
Maria was frenching the footballer and fondling his buns. Brad reacted with passion, letting Maria's tongue deep into his mouth. He didn't want her to stop the butt play. He was grunting, encouraging her fingers to squeeze his ass cheeks. They could hear Cindy douching herself in the bathroom. After a few minutes she came out with a tube of lube in her hand, she turned around, pulled up her miniskirt and showed Brad how she was lubing up her hole for his dick. The dick went wild, straining and pulling on the rope, which in turn tortured the tits until he almost bit Maria's tongue. "Whoa, whoa, boy! Slow down! You're going through the roof!" Maria warned. Cindy was backing up toward the stalwart boner slowly and dramatically. The hard cock whipped in the air like crazy. Cindy got the tip of the dick against her pucker. In so doing, she had lowered the hard rod so that it wasn't pulling the tit clips as much. Brad was trying to stab his bone into her asshole but she smartly moved forward so that he didn't get it in. "Oh, baby, we need time for this one! You'll get it, Bradie boy, just be patient!" Cindy teased him on. Finally, she let the cock head into her hole, but just the head. Then she pulled off him. Back again, and off again! She was driving him mad! He put his hands on the sides of her butt and gripped fast. He tried to drive his dick into her but the rope in the middle wouldn't let him any further at first. Cindy held her pucker constricted and the rope just wouldn't go in.
In the mean time, Maria had headed to douche herself for the hunk. Brad was straining to get the rope knotted part of his penis into Cindy's asshole. Finally, Cindy passed him up the lube and he understood how to get the job done. He was bent over so that the rope was no longer taut. The clips still bit into his nips but not as bad and he was getting used to it. Besides that pain made the dick harder and he pushed it into his girl all the way. She groaned. The rope grated at Cindy's pucker and increased the pain of the onslaught. Maria returned and went back to kissing and caressing the big jock as best she could because he was bent over Cindy to get his dick in to the max. He was fucking and ramming like a mad dog but he couldn't get the sperm to flow – the taut knot tied around his shaft kept it in his balls.
"Hey, stud!" moaned Cindy, "Give it to Maria!" Maria was already bent forward with her skirt up giving Brad access to her hole. Brad jerked it out of Cindy and rammed it into Maria, rope and all. Fortunately for Maria, the whole apparatus was well lubed and she had taken a deep whiff of poppers. She grunted as the rope bound dick penetrated her to the hilt. What a fucking stud they had! He was wild and strong, ready to fuck and get sucked all they wanted. "Dang man! You're killing me!" she managed to scream. That sent Brad into heaven. He wanted to be the fucker man again, the total stud. But the rope kept his semen in his balls. He went back to fucking Cindy, then Maria, then Cindy. The two girls each got a breather but Brad kept on fucking like a mad man. The nip clips were working their magic. Sometimes either Maria or Cindy held the poppers under jock Brad's nose and at that moment he lost any restraint in his fucking all together. After a while he pulled his gleaming fuck tool out of Maria's bunghole and begged the girls to untie the rope. They did. He couldn't even get his pole back into an asshole before wads of cum were spewing out of the prick head with amazing force. The girls went to their knees and used their tongues to lap up the white goo from the gorgeous big cock so that it would not be wasted.