Nike Slave

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Nike Slave Part V

"Hehehehe, this is going to be great, bro." Kristopher exclaimed.

"I fucking know it. Holy shit, a goddamn fucking slave that will do everything that we tell it to do. And since you got him on video begging us to let us allow him to serve us and actually performing everything we said, I know he will continue to do it because he knows you can easily show that to whomever you want. If that video falls into the wrong hands then he will be screwed. Yeah, you are right. This is a much bigger carrot than his wallet. And I can now see that it will be one we can use forever. Yeah, this will be great." Austin was thinking out loud.

"Yep, and I plan on using him to try all kinds of shit that I read about on the Internet. I would really like to see this stuff for real and see how he reacts to it." Kristopher was planning out.

"Fuck that shit, I think I am going to go up in respect from the rest of the team when they find out what I can make this piece of shit do for me and fuck, for them too as far as that goes. Yeah, they may even want to pay me to have him serve them too. Fuck that will be sweet to see him serve them after games and I get paid for it." Austin's eyes started to grow wide thinking about the options that were now open to him.

"Ok, you piece of shit, you can leave. But don't make any plans for tomorrow because I want to start using you as my property. So go home and think about how you can start serving Austin and me. It's getting late and I am tired after fucking your ass and I am sure Austin is tired too after his hard game today. We'll be in touch." Kristopher directed.

I left the place with my head swimming. What the fuck was I supposed to do now? There was no way out of this situation now. It is no longer his word against mine. He had the proof he needed to keep me at his beck and call and there was nothing I could do about it now because the video showed me begging him to let me do all that shit for him and Austin. There was no way I could explain my way out of this if he showed that video to anyone. I was fucked and I knew it. That fucker! I would have to obey him and Austin. No matter what. I could not afford to have anyone see that video. It looks as though I would have to start a new life in servitude to those fuckers. What the fuck! How did I get myself into this? The only thing I could do was go along with it. God I hated this. Kristopher was a kinky bastard and wanted to experiment with me. And it looked like Austin just wanted to be served and worshipped. And he was planning on letting his soccer team in on it too. That fucker! I was beginning to see him in the same light as his nasty older brother. I rushed home. I wanted to get out of there so very badly. I just wanted to go home and forget all about this whole ordeal. This had to be all a bad dream. There is no fucking way I was transformed into a piece of property and forced to service and worship a pair of nasty, perverted sick fucks! No way! And yet the reality of it all was that it was true and I was trapped. And this was going to be a permanent arrangement. One with no way out. I guess it was something that I was going to have to accept and deal with.

My head hung low on my way home. I was going to just go home with my tail between my legs and crash. My ass was sore. My jaw hurt from having Austin's massive head thrust in as far as he could manage it. I still had the taste of Austin's cum, his sweat, Kristopher's cum, my ass juices and all of their piss all swimming around in my mouth. I wanted to brush my teeth and drink a bottle of mouthwash. I will just be glad to get home.

I pulled into my driveway. And my cell phone rang. Fuck! It was Kristopher. I pressed the send button to answer the call.

"What?" I asked disgusted.

"Is that any way to address your new Master?" Kristopher asked me.

"I am just out of sorts. I am sorry. How may I please you Master?" I asked with my stomach turning.

"That's much better faggot. Here is the deal. After you left, Austin and I decided to have a little party tomorrow to celebrate our recent acquisition. He called up all the guys on his soccer team and told them we were going to have a party and that we would be watching the soccer game tomorrow afternoon and that we would have plenty of beer here and also entertainment all afternoon long. It is going to be quite a bash. I am sure you don't want to miss it." Kristopher laughed. "Especially since you are going to be providing the beer and the entertainment. So, tomorrow you will come on over and on your way here you are going to stop and get chips and stuff for snacks, ice for the cooler I just got and two cases of beer. No, make that three, we don't want to run out now do we? And come early because we gotta get the shit all set up before everyone arrives." He continued, "what the fuck am I saying? Not we, YOU. I keep forgetting that you now are my piece of property and I should not have to do anything that I don't feel like doing. That's your fucking job. You got all that bitch?" He asked.

"Yeah, I got it." I sighed into the phone.

"Slave, we are going to have to work on your attitude and also your manner in how you address me. I am your fucking Master. You need to show me respect and you need to reply to my directions with enthusiasm and eagerness. After all I am allowing you to keep your job at work. What the fuck do you think upper management will do if they saw what you did to me and Austin? If I tell them how you hit on Austin and me and that you and I work together, this could turn into a sexual harassment suit. You begged me for sexual favors and shit. How do you think HR will look at that? You would not only lose your job, but you would never get another one again with that in your employment history. And I could sue your ass in court and I would get a huge settlement. And then you would also have the pleasure of all your friends and family seeing the shit you begged me to let you do. You see the way I see it, I own your ass. Literally! So start showing me the respect I deserve. And I mean now. I don't want to have to keep reminding your sorry ass of the position you are in. You are a piece of shit and you are only good for serving me and Austin and worshipping us and doing whatever the hell we tell you to do. Do I make myself clear, cunt?" Kristopher detailed to me.

"Yes, Master. I understand completely. It will be my pleasure to serve you tomorrow and make your party a success. Please allow me to do anything I can to help." I quickly blurted out trying to sound sincere.

I was in shock. Everything he said was so true. My future hung in the balance of my serving him. If I did not want to be fucked, I needed to respect him and now I knew that. The idea was now cemented in my mind.

"That's right cunt. This party will be a success and it will be the start or your service to Austin and me and it will start off with a bang. So get used to it. Tomorrow will be what you can look forward to from now on." Kristopher explained. "See you tomorrow faggot. And be here early."

And then there was a click. I had my day laid out for me tomorrow. I wanted to cry.

It was Sunday. Beer could not be purchased before noon today. I climbed into the shower and just stood there as the hot water cascaded down over my body. I was dreading what was about to happen today. I finished showering, brushed my teeth and got dressed. I started out the door and looked around. Today I started my servitude. The day was bright, sunny and warm. And yet I was so dark inside. What a contrast. I opened my car door, climbed in and started the engine and was on my way. I stopped by the convenience store and got everything my Master had outlined for me. Beer, ice, chips, salsa, cheese sauce, some pizza, wings, nuts and anything else I could think of to please him. I did not want to piss him off. Not with what I knew he now had the power to do to me.

After stocking up and buying the items to supply the soccer team with refreshments for this afternoon, I loaded them all into the car and drove off to my doom.

I pulled into his driveway and got out. I opened the door to the back seat and grabbed as many items as I could and brought them to the door of the bachelor pad with me. I rang the doorbell and a few seconds later it opened and Austin peered out.

"Well, it's about fucking time, bitch. The day is already half over with and the game is gonna start soon. My buds are gonna start showing up any time now, so get to it and bring all the stuff in. Set it up on the dining room table." He barked out.

"I am so sorry Master, I could not buy the beer until noon and I came right as soon as I could get it." I explained.

"I don't want to hear your excuses, I just want you to move your ass." He commanded.

I went in past him and set the stuff down on the table and then made a second trip to obtain the remainder of the items I had to leave behind on the first trip.

Austin just left me to my task and plopped down on the leather couch and picked up the remote and started flipping through the channels. I did not see Kristopher anywhere nor did I care where he was.

The cooler was still sitting in the living room by the coffee table where I had left it yesterday. I opened it and saw that that ice had melted and there was still some beer left over from yesterday. I dragged it to the door and emptied the water out into the driveway being careful not to let the bottles left behind to fall out and break. I quickly placed the ice in it and stocked it full with the three cases. I then went to work on setting up the buffet. I went into the kitchen and got bowls for everything and set up all the snacks. I looked over the spread and was satisfied with the assortment of eats. They should be happy with the arrangement.

Kristopher came out of the bedroom and looked at Austin. "When are they gonna get here?" He asked his younger brother.

"Well the game is gonna start in half an hour so they should be showing up any minute now." Austin explained.

"Shit, then we need to get him ready." Kristopher exclaimed looking over to me.

"Ready for what?" I thought to myself.

"Allright cunt-face, go out back and in the shed you will find a couple of saw horses. Go get them and bring them in and make it quick we won't have a lot of time." Kristopher barked out.

"Yes Master." I replied making my way to the door.

I went out back of the place and saw a shed just as Kristopher had stated. I opened the door and saw the two saw horses he mentioned. They were waist high and made out of wood. I lifted one up and it was rather heavy. I would have to make two trips. I carted the first one in through the door and Austin looked at me and grinned.

"Ok, fag. Put it over there between the living room and dining room but make sure it does not block the TV." He barked out to me.

"Yes Master. I will be right back with the second one." I explained as I set the first one down where he instructed me.

I quickly went and got the second one and brought it in and placed it along side the first one and wondered what they were planning to do with two saw horses.

"Ok, cunt-face," Kristopher said, "now go get the piece of plywood that is leaning up against the wall in the shed too and bring it in here. We have to get your stand set up and get you in place before our guests arrive."

"What the fuck was he planning?" I asked myself silently.

"Yes Master, right away." I responded and I made yet again a third trip.

I opened the shed door and looked in and sure enough there was a sheet of plywood leaning up against the wall. It was about four feet in length and about two feet wide. I grabbed it and exited the shed and closed the door behind me and made my way back inside.

"Ok, now let's get this set up, bro." Kristopher suggested to his younger brother. "I'll be right back with all the shit we'll need. Get him ready." He said nodding in my direction.

"Ready for what?" I wondered.

"Right. This will be fun." Austin declared.

Kristopher disappeared into the bedroom and Austin went into the kitchen and I just stood there wondering what was about to happen.

"Strip slave!" Austin demanded as he returned from the kitchen with a black Sharpie.

I was all too familiar with what a Sharpie was. We used them at work to label equipment. They were a type of permanent marker that used black ink that could not be easily be removed. I did not think too much about him having a marker. But I was getting anxious about what they had planned for me. Why did I need to be naked? What were the saw horses and plywood for? These thoughts were running through my head as I started to remove my clothes. Kristopher came out of the bedroom with his hands full. He had a large white sheet, a roll of duct tape, several boxes of condoms and tucked under his arm, his pillow.

He came over and dropped the stuff on the floor in a pile and picked up the saw horses and arranged them parallel to each other about three feet apart. Then he picked up the plywood and placed it on top of the saw horses so that the length of the plywood was perpendicular to the saw horses.

I continued to get undressed and watched as Kristopher continued to get "set up".

He took the sheet and draped it over the plywood that was now sitting on top of the saw horses. The end result was that the sheet covered the plywood and made the arrangement look like a little table about four feet by two feet and it stood about waist high.

It was about then that I was finished undressing.

"Get over here bitch. We need to get you labeled." Austin remarked and it was then that I found out what he had planned for the Sharpie.

I stepped next to him and he took the top off the marker. I could smell the chemicals that made up the ink very strongly. And he reached up with his left hand and grabbed the back of my neck and pulled.

"Bow your head faggot." Was all he said.

I did as I was instructed and I saw him lift his right hand with the Sharpie and reached toward my head.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked instinctively, jerking back.

And then I felt him release my neck with his left hand and in an instant I felt the back of it across my cheek. The sting of his slap followed almost immediately. And the force of it turned my head sharply.

"What bitch? I know you are not talking to me, cunt." He said sharply. "I own your ass and I will do to you what I please and you will not talk back to me when I do it. Do you got that cunt?" He quickly corrected me.

"Yes, Master. I am sorry. I lost my head for a minute. It was just instinct." I said realizing the faux pas I had made.

"Yeah well we are going to have to work on that. But that will have to wait until another time because we have a lot of stuff planned out for you today." Austin informed me. "Now, my buds are gonna be coming over this afternoon and they are going to be able to use you and I want to let them know what you are good for so you are going to be labeled so that they don't get confused. Now bow your head down again and let's get you clearly marked so there will be no mistakes." He glared at me.

There was nothing I could do. I had to obey him and I knew it. He was going to write on me with a permanent marker.

Kristopher laughed and said, "you tell him bro. And you are right, we are going to have to set up some time to train this bitch. He is green and he needs to learn that what we say goes. But like you said, that will have to wait for another time after we are done with our little shin-dig here."

I obediently bowed my head again and Austin grabbed the back of my neck with his left hand and forced me lower as he reached out with the Sharpie once again. But this time he met no resistance from me. I felt the tip of the marker touch the center of the top of my bald head (I shave my head regularly, I thought the bald head and goatee look was very butch and tough. What a contrast to the lowly piece of shit these two were transforming me into!) and he worked it down the middle of my head towards my forehead and continued down between my eyes and down the middle of my nose where he stopped when he reached the tip of my nose. Then he drew a short line from the tip of my nose to the right and another one from the tip of my nose to the left. In effect what he had done was drawn an arrow starting at the top of my head and pointing down my face and nose towards my mouth. And then I felt him scribble something on the top of my head where the arrow started. And then he released my neck and laughed. Kristopher looked over and grinned.

"Nice! That will work." He commented.

At this point, Kristopher was finishing up with his makeshift table. The sheet was covering it and he had grabbed the pillows from off the coffee table where they were left last night and he placed them on top of the sheet in the middle of the table. They spanned the table. And then he placed the pillow that he brought out from the bedroom on top of the other ones at the end of the table.

"Turn around, bitch!" Austin continued.

I did as I was told and I felt Austin's left hand grab my hip and I felt the black magic marker touch the base of my back. I could feel Austin scribble something once again on me but had no idea what he was writing. And then I felt him make another arrow on me starting just below where he had written something and he made its way down the middle of the base of my back to my ass crack where I could feel him make the tip of the arrow.

"Yeah, I don't think they will make any mistakes now. It's pretty clear to me what you are supposed to do now." Austin declared. "You wanna see, bitch?"

"Yeah show him." Kristopher snickered.

"Go ahead and take a look in the mirror there." Austin suggested.

As I looked at the mirror hanging on the wall, my mouth dropped. And even though the markings were reversed in the mirror, I could clearly make them out. Across the top of my head was the word "urinal" and there was an arrow leading from the middle of the word through the center of the top of my head, down the middle of my nose and the arrow head ended at the tip of my nose pointing directly to my mouth.

"Go ahead and turn around and look at your back," Austin laughed.

As I turned the words "cunt hole" were archived across the base of my back and another arrow pointed its way down the middle of my back and emphasized where the "cunt hole" was to be found, namely my ass crack.

"Hey I got an awesome idea!" Kristopher interjected. "Let's make a score board too."

And with that he grabbed the Sharpie and made me turn around. I could feel him write across my shoulders.

"What was he up to now?" I thought to myself.

He laughed heartily as he showed it to Austin.

"Fucking awesome. Yeah, great idea." Agreed Austin.

Again I turned back to the mirror and looked over my shoulder as I turned my back toward the mirror. In large, black, reversed letters I could make out "Your Loads" which was underlined. And then just over my left shoulder blade but yet still under the heading "Your Loads" was the word "Piss" which was also underlined and directly across from it over my right shoulder blade and under the title "You Loads" was the word "Cum" written.

Fuck! Those bastards! They were going to use me for a urinal and cum dump this afternoon. I did not like this idea at all. I fucking bought three cases of beer. There is no telling how much piss I was going to be drinking. And with the whole team coming over, I am sure the flow would be non-stop. I am so fucked.

"Alright cunt-face, get up here on your platform. We need to get you finished up and on display so when the guys come in they can see what you are here for." Austin declared as he winked at his older brother.

I approached the makeshift table and bent over at my hips. The table was the perfect height for me to bend over it. I stood at the end of it, bent over it and laid down on my stomach. The pillows that Kristopher placed on top of it allowed me the comfort of not having to feel the plywood underneath. And his pillow from his bedroom propped my head up with my face sticking out over the other end. Indeed I was on display. My mouth was completely accessible on one end of the table and my ass was free to be explored on the other end.

And then Kristopher reached down and picked up the duct tape. "Ok faggot, spread your legs apart and drape your arms over the edge and down towards the floor."

"What was he up to?" I wondered to myself.

I did not have to wait long to find out because he stooped down and ripped off a length of duct tape and wrapped it around my right ankle and attached it firmly to the leg of the rear saw horse. And then he repeated the process with my left ankle. Happy with the job, he stood up and tossed the tape to his younger brother who was standing at the head of the table. Austin then followed suit and taped my wrists to the legs of the front saw horse as well. I was securely bound to the small table. My mouth pointing towards the dining room where a feast was laid out on the table and my ass pointing towards the living room. I was strategically placed between the living room and dining room so that in the event that someone had to piss when they refilled their plate, my mouth would be there to service them so they did not have to leave and miss any of the game. The idea was, grab a beer, fill your plate, take a piss, fuck a tight ass and not miss any of the game. What a party! (Can you hear the sarcasm?)

"Almost done. Just to add the finishing touches." Kristopher told Austin.

I watched as Kristopher disappeared into the kitchen. I heard some cupboards close and then I saw Kristopher return with some articles that he went to retrieve. A large bowl, a very small wastebasket and the weirdest thing of all was a champagne flute. He placed the small wastebasket under the table just below my head and then looked down at me.

"Ummm, there is not enough room on the table here for the bowl." He noted.

"Hey bro, clean off that end table and bring it over here." He asked Austin.

Austin walked over to the end table by the couch and took the lamp off it and placed it on the floor. Then he picked up the end table and brought it over to Kristopher. Kristopher took it from him and placed it next to the make shift table that I was overtly displayed upon. The end table was just a little shorter than the make shift table. I could look down at it to the right, from on top of the table I was laying on. Kristopher looked over at Austin and winked.

"It's all about presentation, bro." He stated.

He then stooped and picked up several boxes of condoms that he had dropped there earlier. He picked up the large bowl and placed it on the end table next to me. And then he opened up the boxes of condoms and dumped their contents into the large bowl. There were assorted colors. The bowl was now full of the prophylactics. And then Kristopher took the last box of condoms and opened it and then grabbed one out of the box. And thrust it in front of my face.

"Check out the condoms in the bowl, faggot." Kristopher directed me.

I looked down at it. The bowl was brimming with the cock sheaths. I was thinking to myself, "I am going to be fucked by the whole team, at least there will be rubbers."

"Yeah?" I looked up at him, not knowing what he was getting at.

Slap!!! My god the sting came to my cheek immediately as his hand made contact to my face. The unexpected blow brought tears to my eyes. I was bound to the table and could not move even if I had seen the hit coming, in order to protect myself. They slap of his hand was very audible and I am sure my face now had a red hand print on it because I could feel my cheek radiating heat as blood flowed to it.

"How many times do I have to tell you that you need to respect me? Faggot, slave, bitches do not reply to their Masters with slang or disrespectful speech. Now address me properly, cunt!" Kristopher raised his voice in irritation.

"I am most sorry Master." I quickly humbled myself. "I see the bowl full of condoms. I am not sure what you want me to look at."

"Do you see any difference with the ones in the bowl and this one, cunt-face?" Kristopher asked holding the one remaining condom in front of me.

Again I looked at the bowl and did not notice anything out of the ordinary. There were multiple colors and various brands. And then I looked at the one he was holding in front of my face. This particular one was a Durex XXL condom. The only difference I saw between this one and the ones in the bowl is that this one was an extra large condom. The ones in the bowl were all average ones.

"Well Master, I guess the difference is that this one is a XXL condom and the others are not." I noted to him wondering to myself what the point was he was trying to get me to see.

He picked up the box from off the end table and showed it to me.

"It's not just an XXL condom, it says here that it is 9.5" long and 1.26" wide. That's fucking huge! That's when it is empty. Can you imagine the size of the fucker if it were to be full and stretched to its capacity?" He exclaimed.

And then the light went on in my head. Holy Fuck!!! That fucker is going to fuck me with that monster. My eyes grew wide with the realization.

"What are you planning with that monster?" Austin asked intrigued.

"Oh you just wait and see. I am going to have a lot of fucking fun with this idea. Yeah, a lot." Kristopher admitted freely. "Do you have any idea how much fun it will be to play with this bitch? We can fucking do anything we the hell want to him and he will comply with it and we can watch as he has to endure it." Kristopher dictated.

"Yeah, well maybe for you, I am not into all of that. I just want to see him serve me and use his tongue and mouth. Especially after hot, sweaty games and practices and when I want to shoot a load. And the idea of pimping him out to the guys is an awesome idea too." Austin declared.

"What are you going to make me endure with that condom, Master?" I humbly asked afraid that I did not want to hear the idea.

"Oh you will see, bitch. You will see. Watch this." Kristopher told me.

He opened the plastic package that the condom came in and removed the prophylactic. He unrolled it to its full length and then blew into it, which caused it to expand as it inflated. The encasing was enormous. A grin spread across Kristopher's face as he picked up the champagne flute, took the giant rubber and placed it tip first into the mouth of the flute. He then worked it down inside the champagne glass until the tip of the condom touched the bottom of the flute. And then he inflated the condom again by blowing into it. It pressed up against the sides of the glass forcing all the air between the condom and the glass to exit out the top of the flute. There was about an inch of the condom remaining outside of the glass. He took the top of the condom and stretched it outwards and doubled it back alongside the top of the glass, so that the mouth of the condom protected both sides of the champagne flute. Coming up from inside the glass, folding over back on itself and stretched around the outside of the top of the glass. The condom was now lining the inside of the champagne glass similar to a garbage bag that protects the inside of a garbage can. In effect, the flute served as a holder for the condom, keeping it open and standing straight up with its tip buried in the base of the glass. He then placed the champagne glass on the end table next to the bowl of condoms.

I did not know what he was planning on doing with this setup. It just did not make any sense. I assumed the condoms were to have my ass fucked by the team, but what was the deal with the champagne flute? I could not think of any explanation.

He grabbed the empty condom boxes and the empty wrapper from the Durex XXL and threw them into the wastebasket on the floor, under my head.

"Well, that about does it, bro. Are you ready?" Kristopher asked looking around the room.

"Yeah I am ready and they should be showing up any minute now. But what the fuck is that champagne glass for?" Austin wanted to know.

"You will find out as soon as the guys all get here. So who is coming?" Kristopher asked.

Austin rattled off a list of names, "Eddie is one of our forwards like me, Jon our midfielder who also plays a lot of defense, Vince and Matt our defenders. They are all sure to come. When I told them that there was gonna be beer here they all said they would be definitely down for it. Even after I told them that we would also be breaking in our little faggot slave here and using him like a cum dump. At first they said they did not want to have anything to do with it. But after I explained to them what you did to me about how you can use this piece of shit like a towel to clean up your load and not think anything more about it, they saw the light and said that they might want to try it, but it would probably take a few beers before they would loosen up and feel comfortable with the idea. And besides, I told them, its free beer and food and an afternoon of watching the game. What more could you ask for? So they all said they would be here. But Pat said it was 'gay' and would have nothing to do with it, so he is not coming. And the other four from the team, I am not sure about because I could not get a straight answer from them. I think the idea of fucking our property kinda weirded them out. But screw them, they will be the ones missing out, not us. But Eddie, Jon, Vince and Matt said they are gonna bring some friends with them. So all together there will be at least the six of us and depending on how many friends they bring there could be a lot more."

"Fucking sweet." Kristopher exclaimed. "This will be one hot time. Go relax while we wait for the guys to show up."

"I was just about to do that, bro. But first I am going to grab a beer. You want one too?" Austin offered.

"Don't you think it is a little early?" Kristopher asked.

"Too early to start drinking?" Austin questioned with a tone of surprise in his voice.

"No, fucker! Too early to be asking such fucking stupid questions. Hahahaha. Of course I want one." Kristopher threw out.

And with that, Kristopher disappeared into his bedroom with the duct tape and returned shortly after with another sheet. In the meantime, Austin went over to the dining room and popped open the cooler and grabbed two bottles.

"Ok, let's not scare our guests away before they have a chance to get a few beers in them and are feeling pretty good. I am going to cover up our portable urinal and make them all wonder what's under the sheet until someone is ready to take a piss." Kristopher explained as he threw the sheet over me, covering my naked body.

The sheet caught the air and billowed out and shifted as it settled on top of me. But this caused it to not cover my head. Kristopher was about to pull it up to cover my head too when Austin stopped him.

"Bro, if you want to keep this a surprise until you are ready to spring it on them, then we need to do something to keep him quiet under there." Austin explained.

"Yeah, you are right. I'll go get the duct tape again and tape his mouth closed." Kristopher said.

"No, bro. I have a better idea. Hang on a sec." Austin stated.

He disappeared into the bedroom and came back out with his soccer socks from yesterday.

"I was gonna wash these but did not have enough time to yet. Why not kill two birds with one stone? This will keep his mouth busy and give him something to do while he waits to let us use him. And my socks will get the sweat sucked out of them." Austin suggested.

"Damn, you can come up with some good ideas. I can tell you are my brother." Kristopher grinned approving of the idea.

"Uggghhhh!!!! These fuckers are nasty as hell." Austin explicated. "They are crusty from my dried sweat and they fucking stink. And I mean reek!"

I was not liking this idea at all. I have had enough of their foot funk the last couple of days. But here we go again.

"Open up my little laundromat!" Austin grinned as he thrust his nasty, crusty sock toward my face.

The smell was unbelievably rank. It smelled just like Kristopher's month old socks from Friday night. I wanted to gag. I was not about to open my mouth.

"You disobedient bitch! I can plainly see we are going to have to train your ass right. When I tell you to do something, you do it. And I don't fucking care if you want to do it or not. I own your ass, so you will do as I say." Austin barked out at me.

He grabbed my nose and pinched it closed. And within fifteen seconds I could not stand it any longer. I started thrashing around. But my hands and feet were firmly bound. I could not move and I could not breathe. It was either open my mouth or pass out. I had to breathe. So I opened my mouth. And in it went. The taste was not too bad at first. But he shoved it in all the way and it pressed right up against my tongue. As my saliva started to moisten the raunchy sock, the flavor from it began to permeate my mouth. It was salty as hell and vinegary. I was about to gag when Austin was happy with the amount of it that he shoved into my mouth and stopped forcing more in.

"Now, just to make sure you don't spit that out we will keep it in place with this one." Austin stated as he took the other sock and stretched it around my head.

He placed the heel of his sock over my mouth and tied a knot behind my head. This in effect held his nasty sock inside my mouth as I was forced to suck on it. I could smell the rankness emanating from it as it stayed over my mouth. I shook my head back and forth but all to no avail. It was in my mouth and tied securely to my face. But Austin was not done yet.

"What? Don't tell me that my little slave does not like my body stench. Well, we will have to work on that too. I want you to get used to my smell and my taste. I want you to beg me for it when I get done with practice and games. That is such a boost to my ego to see you sucking up my body smells. A stud like me should be worshipped and you should love it. Hold still, fucker!" Austin said as he grabbed my head with both hands and squeezed, stopping me from turning my head back and forth.

He then reached down to my mouth and pulled a portion of his sweat-crusted heel up over my nose. I now had his sweaty sock in my mouth and the taste was intense because my saliva was now melting his dried sweat and it was coating my tongue. And his heel was covering my nose. With my mouth full of his soccer sock, I could not breathe through my mouth. I was forced to breathe through my nose. And I was now having to smell his raunchy foot funk from the heel of his sock. I was bound to the saw horses and could not move. I had to suffer like this until the guys came and they decided to put my mouth to other uses.

"Sweet, I like how you abuse our little piece of property, bro. Nice touch. It kinda turns me on to see him have to sit there and suffer because there is nothing he can do about it. The helpless piece of shit." Kristopher complimented his sibling.

And with that they laughed and left me there to drink in Austin's sweaty smells and tastes. The sheet was next pulled up over my head and draped over me, the end table, the bowl full of condoms, the champagne glass and the small wastebasket under my head. It left me enshrouded in darkness. The only access to the outside world was my sense of hearing.

"Nighty night, bitch! We'll wake you when we are ready to use you. Just hang tight and enjoy." Austin chided.

And the time passed. I sucked on his sock, smelled his soccer sweat and waited. One by one they showed up. Matt was the first one and he brought two friends with him, Adam and Fred. Later I heard Austin introduce Jon and Vince to Kristopher when they arrived and they in turn introduced around their two friends that they brought with them, Micah and Caleb. And the doorbell rang again with Eddie being the last to arrive out of the willing attendees. Eddie must have brought a friend too because I heard the name Mike being passed around the crowd as introductions were made. So with all of the guys that showed up along with Kristopher and Austin, there were eleven jocks here tonight all wanting to party down, watch the game and have a good time.

And for about the next fifteen to twenty minutes, I heard exchanges of voices, laughter and bullshit. I heard Kristopher telling people to help themselves to whatever they wanted and especially the beer, because there was plenty and he was sure that they could all drink a lot.

Eventually, I heard the game come on in the living room and then a loud voice from the dining room in front of me.

"Dude, where is your bathroom? I have to shake the weasel." The plea went out.

I knew what was going to come next because Kristopher told me he was going to unveil me when someone had to piss and this was certainly his queue. But actually I was glad to hear it happen because I wanted to get Austin's sock from out of my mouth and out from under my nose.

"Hey, guys. I forgot to tell you. We have made arrangements for you so that you do not have to miss any of the game." Kristopher explained in a loud voice making an announcement to everyone. "Everything you would want to do or get is right here within sight of the TV. You want food? It's right here in the dining room. You want beer? Again, right here. You need to drain your main vein? No need to leave and miss out on anything. We have a portable urinal right here. Just make yourselves at home."

"Sweet!", "Awesome!", "Fucking brilliant!" echoed voices from around the room.

And with that, I felt a tug on the sheet that was covering me. As it slid off of my naked body that was draped over the makeshift table, I heard a couple of gasps and some chuckles and a few "Oh my god!"s and one "What the fucking hell?"

Kristopher then went on to explain, "If you need to break your seal, then you can do it right here. I am sure you won't have a problem taking a piss in front of each other. You do it all the time in the locker room, hell you even shower together. But once you break your seal, you know you will be going constantly. So why miss the game? Just unzip and go right here in front of the TV. This pig here is our slave and he loves to drink piss. So give him all you can. He will suck the last drop from your cock. No fuss, no muss."

"You're shitting me." Came the voice that was looking for the bathroom just a second ago.

"Naw, man. I am totally serious. Didn't Austin tell you guys that we were breaking in this piece of shit and he will be here to service you all tonight?" Kristopher asked.

"I thought he was yanking my chain. You fucking mean this was for real?" Came an incredulous voice from behind me and out of my sight.

"No one told me shit about any of this!" Came a voice that must have belonged to one of the guy's friends.

"Look guys, this was totally for fucking real. Let me show you." Kristopher said as he reached down and untied the knot that Austin placed in his sock to keep it around my head.

He released the sock that was holding in his raunchy sock and I quickly took advantage of the opportunity to spit out his now-saliva-soaked sock. I was so thankful to be relieved of having it stuffed into my mouth forcing me to smell his foot stench.

Now that my mouth was free and available, Kristopher wanted to give a little demonstration.

"You guys won't believe how great this feels. If you used a regular toilet, you would not get the benefit of having soft lips wrapped around your cock or a hot tongue massaging your meat while you took a piss. You guys will fucking love this so much you will never go back to using a real toilet again. Just watch." Kristopher suggested as he unzipped his jeans and stood in front of me.

I knew what was coming. I had done this many times before. Afraid to go against my Master, I obediently opened my mouth and he stuffed his cock in. I heard a "Holy fuck" from somewhere in the room.

"Yeah, this fucking feels good. In fact it feels so good. I just want to down beer after beer so I would have to piss on purpose." Kristopher said with delight on his face.

And then the flow started. And just as I was used to, it was hot and salty with a bitter side to it. Being tied down and helpless to stop the intrusion I simply swallowed and tried to empty my mouth as fast as he was putting it in.

He looked down at me and cried out, "yeah, take my piss you human urinal."

"I don't fucking believe this!" An exclamation went out.

"Me fucking neither." Someone added in.

"Holy fuck this feels so great!" Kristopher interjected.

After a few minutes of me trying to keep up with the flow, I finally got a break because it slowed down and eventually stopped.

"And now for the best part!" Kristopher explained. "Suck my cock, bitch!"

What was I to do? My Master ordered me to show these guys what was in store for them. And I had no choice but to tempt them into trying it for themselves.

I went to work on his cock. I rubbed my tongue all over his head that filled my mouth. He started to push his cock in and out as I brought obvious pleasure to him. His manhood started to swell and I found it hard to allow his growing organ into my mouth. But I did not have to worry because he suddenly stopped. He pulled his tool out and slapped my face with his hard prick and laughed.

"That's a good urinal. Don't worry I will be back for more later." Kristopher chuckled.

"Damn, let me try that." Came the voice that I heard from in the dining room earlier. "I can't believe he is actually drinking your piss. I bet you just made him suck you. You didn't really piss, did you?"

"Oh, he took every drop. And he will yours too." Kristopher assured him.

"Bullshit!" Came out the defiant retort. "He is going to stay here all night and drink our piss whenever we have to go?"

"Yep, that's the plan." Austin chimed in. "He has no choice. He is our slave and he has to do everything we tell him to do. No matter what."

"Are you fucking serious?" The guy asked as he stood in front of me and unzipped his pants.

"As a heart attack. And since I am such a nice guy, I am going to let him drink all the piss you can crank out." Austin told him letting him know what was in store for me.

"Well, fucking alright already. Open up bitch because I have had to piss for the last fifteen minutes." He said as he placed his right thumb on my chin and pulled down.

His manhood flopped in front of me and his hand wrapped around it and lifted it up to my lips. He was not as well endowed as Austin but he was a long way off from being puny too. As I opened my mouth, his cock slid in and I had not adjusted his cock into my mouth yet when the spray started. I was not ready for it. And piss shot out of my mouth and dribbled down my chin.

"What the fuck?" the guy asked. "I thought you said he was going to drink my piss like a urinal."

He looked over at Kristopher in disbelief.

"Well, I told you we were breaking him in tonight. He has some training yet to do, but I assure you he is going to be servicing all you guys tonight. What you need to do when that happens is correct him. Slap his face to let him know he needs to keep up with you. Any time he does not perform for you, you should correct him by slapping his face. Eventually he will get the picture and do what you want without having to correct him. But I will be working on that later. Right now, empty your recycled beer into him." Kristopher explained.

And then the slap came. Fuck, that hurt!!! This is such bullshit. Without being able to move to defend myself, I was open to getting my face slapped whenever these bastards felt like it. And Kristopher was encouraging them to do it. That fucker!

Again his stream entered my mouth with the usual brine taste. I was determined that I was not going to have a repeat performance of what just happened. So I swallowed as fast as I possibly could. And I was able to keep up with him. The taste of piss was becoming something that I was quickly getting used to. In fact the taste was starting to grow on me. I no longer minded the salty mixture.

"Shit, I am next!" Came a voice from behind me.

"Hold your horses! Kristopher said that I can also get my cock sucked when I am done. And I am getting ready for that right now." The guy stated as he thrust his crotch toward me and pushed his cock deeper into my mouth.

I followed my queue and started to massage his prick with my lips and tongue and a groan emanated from his chest as his head tilted back and he closed his eyes. He obviously was enjoying this very much and I was sure it turned him on because his flaccid cock began to harden in my mouth. After a few minutes he grabbed my head with his hands and guided his cock in deeper.

"Take my cock, bitch! You are going to make me cum." He declared.

"Whoa, wait up Eddie." Kristopher halted him.

I finally knew his name. The hot stud before me with his cock in my mouth had a name. And I could now associate this tall athletic stud that had dark brown curly hair with a name. It was Eddie.

"Before you guys go hog wild, and I am telling you guys now that you can, I need to lay a few ground rules." Kristopher mandated.

Eddie pulled his cock out not knowing what was up. He was tempted into using me as a urinal and was promised that I would finish him off by sucking his cock and now Kristopher was withholding that from him.

"Dude, you can't just promise me that I will get my cock sucked and then tell me that there are rules. What are the fucking rules? I want to see this bitch suck my cock." Eddie demanded.

"Ok, here is the deal guys. You can use this piece of property tonight as a urinal or even to get you off if you want, but I only ask a few things in return." Kristopher informed them.

"I see, so there is going to be a catch then I take it?" A voice behind me asked.

"Naw, man. Just let him explain. There is no catch. Hold on a sec, he'll tell you." Austin reassured them.

Kristopher went over to the table next to my head and pointed down at me. His finger outlined the word that was written with indelible ink on the top of my shaved head. It said "Urinal".

"First of all, if any of you guys need to piss, I want you using my human urinal here. My bathroom is off limits. So if you feel squeamish about using a human urinal, then grab a beer and chug it and get the fuck over it. When the beer hits you and you are buzzed and you need to piss, trust me you will change your mind real quick about using my portable unit here. I am trying to train him here and I need you guys to help me break him in. So if any of you have any problems with that then tell me right now. If you do then I am going to ask you to get the fuck out. I put out a spread for you here and I provided a cooler full of beer and you can watch the game on my high def TV so the least you can do is return the favor by doing a simple thing of using my facilities that I provided for you. I even had it placed here next to the TV so you would not miss anything when you needed to relieve yourself. Does anyone have a problem with that?" Kristopher was getting demanding.

He looked at each stud in turn and no one said anything until Jon piped up, "Fuck no dude. I just said I was next. I want to piss down this mother-fucker's throat. I think that is the coolest idea I have ever heard of. Fucking watching this guy suck the piss out of your cock is just da bomb. I can't wait to do it myself. And when you said that he will suck your cock when you are done...? Shit man, I am so down with that. Hell yeah, bring it on."

Vince and Matt just looked at each other not knowing what to say.

Vince put the idea forth, "Dude, you are sure this is cool? I mean why the fuck is he doing all this shit? I wouldn't want to drink piss. And having to suck a guy's cock? I don't know man it just seems so...I don't know, cruel?"

Austin just laughed. "Dude, you have no idea. This mother-fucker will do ANYTHING I tell him to do. No matter what it is. Drinking your piss and blowing you is just the tip of the iceberg."

Vince continued, "But why? Why the hell would he do this? I mean, you have him tied down to the table. He has no choice, he can't move."

Austin elaborated, "Tying him down there is just a disciplinary thing. I am telling you. I OWN HIS ASS and he will obey ANYTHING I tell him to do. And I will prove it to you."

Austin got up from the couch and came over to me. He cupped my chin in his hand and lifted my head so that I was looking up at him. I saw him look over at Kristopher and wink.

"Bitch, tell everyone here how you are my slave and you obey everything I tell you to do. And tell them that you want to do this for them and how you want to serve them this evening and you want them to use you for their pleasure whether it is sucking down their recycled beer or you getting them off." Austin demanded of me and with each statement he tugged on my chin to emphasize his point.

Thoughts were flying through my mind. Kristopher had a video of me begging him to let me worship him and Austin. I begged to drink their piss, lick their bodies clean, lick their sneakers, lick their feet and suck their toes. He also had footage of them face-fucking me and fucking my ass. If anyone saw that footage, I would be history. Also Kristopher brought to my attention that he had grounds for a lawsuit against me where I could be liable to pay a hefty fine, lose my job and never be employed again. I was screwed and Austin was right. I was his slave. He did own my ass and I had to obey everything he said, no matter what. So I decided to give in and let these guys know too. There was nothing I could do but to admit it.

"He's right guys. I am a urinal and I want to drink your piss all night long. And if you want me to blow you then I am down with it. Austin and Kristopher own me and I do anything they tell me to do." I stated and in my mind I was starting to accept that fact.

From now on I would be nothing but a urinal and used for these guys pleasure. I would do anything they told me to do. There was no point fighting it. I knew the consequences and this was the better alternative.

Vince's mouth dropped. "This is so un-fucking-believable. I have never heard of such a thing. Well, I guess if you guys are going to use him, I might as well too. What do you think Matt?"

"What the hell? Sure, why not? I don't want to be left out." Matt conceded.

A grin appeared on Austin's face. It was uncanny how that grin resembled the one that Kristopher sported from time to time. You could obviously tell that they were brothers. They were a lot alike in many ways and yet they were also very different. Kristopher seemed to want to experiment and humiliate me. Austin wanted service and worship. But both of them demanded obedience. And they made it clear to me that they were going to train me and teach me to be obedient. That was something that I was not looking forward to.

"So here is the game plan." Kristopher continued, "You need to piss? This end is clearly marked 'Urinal'. But if you want to cum, then you might be interested in this end over here."

He took a step to the other end of my table and smacked my ass.

"As you can see, it is also clearly marked 'Cunt hole'. You guys can use either hole or both if you want. We will be here all night so try each one out. There are two things that I ask though. One: I want you to keep a tally of each time you use this bitch. Every time you take a piss I want you to make a hash mark under the 'Piss' column on his scoreboard." As Kristopher detailed this, he picked up the black Sharpie and made a mark on my left shoulder blade where they had earlier made the column for "Piss". "I already pissed down this fucker's throat so here is my mark and Eddie, you just took a piss so I am going to mark him for you too."

"Got it." Eddie exclaimed.

"And Two: If you guys are going to cum I want you to use condoms." Kristopher contiued.

"Why the fuck?" Asked Jon. "I am clean dude!"

"That's not the point. Let me finish. If you are going to cum, I want you to use a condom because we are going to let this fucker watch us reach our goal. And the goal is to fill this trophy." He declared as he stepped over to the end table and picked up the champagne flute. "After you cum, you take the condom off and empty your load into this champagne glass. And as we fuck this cunt, the glass is gonna get full eventually. So when you cum, I want you to mark the scoreboard as well under the 'Cum' column. This piece of shit gets to watch the level in the glass rise each time he takes a load. It will remind him of his purpose. But the scoreboard is just to satisfy my curiosity. I want to see how many loads it takes to fill the glass. There are plenty of condoms here so don't be shy. Fuck him as many times as you want because he is not going to be let go until the trophy is full. I don't care if it takes all night. In fact I prefer that it does." Kristopher let out a maniacal laugh.

"Umm but what if I don't want to fuck him? I think I only want him to blow me." Matt wanted to know.

"Then make him blow you, but you need to use a condom though." Austin guided him.

"So we all down with this?" Kristopher asked. "I want to break this piece of shit in and you guys are all gonna help, right?"

I heard a chorus of "hell yeah"s and "damn straight"s and various other expressions of agreement.

And so, along with the starting of the game on TV, so too began the little game of their own here locally. My evening of service to them with them keeping score all night on the human scoreboard - namely, my back. All eleven of these fuckers were going to drink beer and recycle it through me all night long and when they wanted to cum, they were going to use me for that as well, filling up the champagne glass in front of me. And I would be watching the level of their jizz rise in it until it finally reached the top and signaled that I was done for the evening. I could only imagine what the final score of my "game" was going to be.

And now that Kristopher had explained the rules, the reigns were released and the jocks could all take their turn using the human urinal and cunt hole.

"Man, this is gonna be fucking hot." I heard Eddie exclaim as I saw him reach into the bowl next to my head and pull out a condom. I watched him tear open the package and pull out its contents and drop the wrapper into the wastepaper basket on the floor under my head. His cock was almost soft again I noticed.

And then it came again... "Smack!" Tears formed in my eyes as the sting ran across my face from the palm of his hand making contact with my cheek.

"Bitch, you let my cock get soft. What the fuck kind of a urinal are you, huh bitch?" Eddie demanded from me.

He grabbed each side of my face between his fingers and thumb and pressed them into my cheeks forcing me to open my mouth. And as he did this, he forced his cock back into my mouth so I could resume my duty of making him hard, which I quickly took my queue and started all over again. I did not like Eddie. He obviously liked to be rough with me by slapping my face and I was not looking forward to having him use me all night like this. I would do anything I could to prevent him from striking me again. The fact that I could not stop him made me feel helpless and encouraged me to please him all the more.

As I twirled my tongue over his cock head, it began to grow and it forced my mouth open wider. He pistoned his manhood in and out of my mouth until it became rock hard and then he finally pulled out completely. With his pole now totally erect he could slip the condom on easily. He placed the tip of his mushroom head into the rolled up condom and eased the roll down his shaft. It was now completely encased in rubber. And with it wrapped with the prophylactic, back into my mouth it went so that I could finalize his use of the human urinal with a blowjob so that he could not only expel his piss but also his jizz as well.

And with that he began to face fuck me. Here I was tied down and had already taken two loads of piss into my mouth and down my throat and now I was about to take my first load of cum for the evening. But I was not going to have to take the load of cum at least. Kristopher saw to that. The condoms were going to catch every load and accumulate the jock juice into a collection that was to be displayed in front of me for the rest of the night.

Eddie's cock tasted nasty. It was coated with lube from the condom and apparently nonoxynal-9, a spermicidal agent used to keep girls from getting pregnant. The coating was bitter and smelled like antiseptic. And his cock was repeatedly forced in and out of my mouth. And I could not stop him from pushing it in as far as he wanted. His hands clamped down on both of my ears as he guided his cock in and out repeatedly. I heard a moan announcing his pleasure as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back. Sometimes he would thrust his cock in deep and hold it there. I hated this most of all. First of all because it caused me to gag. And second of all because it blocked off my air supply. There was nothing worse than to not be allowed to breathe. Being blocked off from your sweet air supply by a spearhead being rammed down your throat. Luckily, he liked to pump his cock in and out of my mouth. Because each time he pulled his pole back, it opened my passageway for me to suck in air through my nose. Which was all I could do seeing how my mouth was obstructed by his mammoth shaft and cock head. He must have been horny because it did not take long before I heard his breathing hasten and felt his grip on my head tighten. His thrusts became more powerful and forceful. It was all I could do to keep from gagging. I forced my throat to relax and let him repeatedly rape the back of my mouth, giving him full access to my throat. I found that if I relaxed and allowed him to penetrate my throat, I was less likely to gag. His balls kept slapping up against my chin each time he thrust his crotch toward my face. Suddenly he let out a load moan.

"Aaaawwww fuck. Here it comes bitch!" He cried out. "Ffffuuuuccccckkk, uuuhhhh, uuuuhhhh, uuuuuuhhhh."

And with each spurt, he flexed his arms and pulled on my head. But being securely tied down to the table, it forced him to approach me and drove his cock deeper into the recess of my throat. I could feel the underside of his cock throb with each squirt of his cum, feeling him thrusting up into my throat as he filled my mouth with his erupting cock. But his thrusting slowed and finally stopped and he let out a deep sigh.

"Fuck yeah, cunt face. That was awesome. Damn that felt good. I can see me doing this all night. Fuck yeah!" He declared to all the jocks watching him get off.

It was over. I was so relieved. Not being able to move and him having complete access to my mouth and throat was as scary as hell. But he pulled his cock out. And I could see a white milky substance coloring the tip of it. His man juice was trapped inside and enveloped his cock head inside the condom. He reached down and pinched the rubber collar that hugged the base of his shaft and he slid the condom away from his bush and up his pole. The tip sagged and dropped down as it worked its way off his cock. He held it there in front of my face. I looked at its contents as it dangled in front of me. The tip had an accumulation of about a quarter of an inch of the hot cream that he just spewed out into the rubber catchall. I looked up at him and saw him smile down at me as he brought the condom over to the champagne flute and tipped it upside down, drizzling its viscous contents into the awaiting giant condom. The thick goo dribbled down the side and collected at the bottom. In his condom there was about a quarter of an inch that pooled in the tip of it. But with the giant condom, the circumference was much bigger and therefor the level did not reach a quarter of an inch. Instead there was just about an eighth of an in accumulating there. He then dropped the used rubber into the wastebasket below my head.

"Now, cunt you can clean my cock off. Open back up." He commanded me.

Afraid of another slap, I instantly opened my mouth and again gave him access to my awaiting tongue. It was to be used to sponge off his jizz covered stick. I rubbed my tongue all over his shaft and head. It tasted like the condom did, bitter and antiseptic-like except now it also had a salty, buttery taste. The flavor of his cum now enhanced the mixture of the spermicide and lube. I sucked him clean and the taste was foul as hell. He pulled out and zipped up. That was just too gross and I could now relax. Or so I thought I could...

"Next!" Eddie called out as he took the magic marker and made a stroke on my right shoulder blade.

"That would be me!" Jon exclaimed.

"Sorry dude, but this cunt owes me from yesterday, you are gonna have to wait a few more minutes." Austin halted Jon. "Kristopher promised me that the next time I cum it will be up this slut's ass and I want to be the first one to use this cunt tonight. Then you all can line up and fuck the hell out of this man-pussy for all I care. But I want the tight hole before you guys wear it out."

"What the fuck am I supposed to do in the mean time?" Jon demanded an answer.

"I'll tell you what, let me take a piss, have this mother-fucker get me rock hard when I am done and then I will fuck his other hole and you can do whatever the hell you want to with this one." Austin suggested as he pointed to my face.

"Ok man, but hurry the fuck up because I have to piss." Jon blurted out

Austin turned toward me and leaned down and whispered into my ear. "You are going to learn to love to be made into a urinal, face-fucked and your ass whored out. So get fucking used to it. You are going to have a lot of practice tonight, bitch!"

And then he stood back and unzipped his pants. His massive cock dangled in front of my face and I knew what was about to happen. Actually I looked forward to it. The taste that Eddie left in my mouth was soon to be washed out by the salty piss coming from Austin's hose. He was right, I actually was learning to look forward to drinking his piss. I opened my mouth and he lifted his cock up with his right hand and pressed his mushroom up to my lips. I had to open extra wide to accommodate his tool. He pushed harder and it worked its way in. And then the stream started flowing. It was hot and salty but considerably less bitter than the condom was. I quickly started swallowing to keep up with his flow. It just kept coming and coming. The hot juice filled my cheeks as I swallowed. And each gulp was replaced anew as I sucked it down. But finally his flow started to ebb as he finished up. I was thankful that he was almost empty. Keeping up with him was a task in and of itself. But then the face fucking started. His stream had stopped but his cock was now being forced in farther in order for me to work on it with my tongue. I swirled my tongue over his tip and applied suction and then rubbed my tongue over his shaft as he pumped in and out of my mouth.

"Aww fuck man! This feels too good to stop. I just want to keep doing this for the next hour or so." Austin let out.

"Yeah but you fucking aren't." Jon interjected. "I mean, it's my turn and you said you wanted to fuck his ass anyhow."

"Yeah," Austin admitted, "in a minute. This bitch has to make me hard so I can. Kristopher told me that fucking a tight hole is so much better than getting blown because you can shove your cock in as far as you want and the sensation is unbelievable. And I am about to try that for the first time. It's just that I do not want to stop doing this because it feels so fucking awesome."

But after about thirty seconds he finally did stop. And I was glad he did because my jaw was sore from having to open my mouth so wide to allow him passage. He pulled out and my mouth and my jaw welcomed the sweet but all too brief respite. I saw Austin grab a condom and open it and discard the remains of the wrapper into the waste bin below me. His cock was only semi hard but that did not stop him from encasing it in the condom he had just opened. I saw him step aside and I felt the felt tip of the marker make a mark on my back, the human scoreboard.

Jon took his place in front of me and I saw him unzip too. His cock was beautiful. It was average in size, maybe about 6 inches and he had his bush neatly trimmed. His balls hung low and hid behind his head. They both reached about the same distance as they hung there. He lifted his cock head and brought it forward to my lips. And knowing the consequences, I opened my mouth to engulf his manhood.

And then I let out a scream. "Aaaaawwwww fuuuuccckkkk!!!!!! Bloody fucking hell!" I spit out Jon's tip and tears blurred my vision.

Pain washed through my ass and up into my groin and into my stomach. I was being impaled through my ass by a large pole. And it fucking hurt like hell. I instinctively clenched my ass muscles to deter the pain from growing but it did absolutely nothing to quell the pain that shot through my body. I started to struggle and pull at my bonds. But all to no avail. The duct tape held firmly and it actually pulled at the hair on my ankles as I tried to wrench my legs and arms free. But the pain of my leg hair being pulled compared nothing to the pain that was radiating through my ass hole and up into my body. Tears started running down my cheeks. The pain was so intense. I felt like I was going to be ripped apart. And because I knew how big Austin's cock was, I am sure that was not far from the truth of the matter. The scream must have gotten Kristopher's attention as well as everyone else's because Kristopher came over to Austin's side.

"Bro, when you fuck a guy's hole, it is not like a pussy. You have to give it a second or two to adjust to being fucked. After you stretch it out, you can fuck it as hard and heavy as you want, but if you just go at it like that, then you are going to hurt his hole. You need to let it stretch a little before you go to town." Kristopher offered some advice that I wished he had told him before Austin decided to invade my tight orafice.

"That's too fucking bad for him. He is my property and if I want to just shove my cock up his cunt then it is his fault for not being an actual pussy. What the fuck do I care if it hurts him or not? It fucking feels good to me, that's all the fuck I care." Austin declared.

"You are right bro, it's his fucking fault for not being an actual pussy. In fact I think this should be a good lesson for him to learn. When he knows he is going to be fucked, he should have his man pussy ready and stretched out before it happens. So if it hurts him, it's his own damn fault. Have at it dude." Kristopher agreed.

And the next thing that happened goes beyond description. I could feel Austin ram his cock farther up my ass and the pain announced his arrival into my bowels. But along with that pain came another one that also sent my head spinning. And along with the other pain came and audible "smack" and the sting from it brought more tears to my watering eyes. Jon had slapped my face as Austin assaulted my hole.

"You said to do this if I was not pleased, right?" Jon looked over at Kristopher quizzically.

"Yeah, that's the only way he is going to learn to do what is right." Kristopher explained.

"This fucking bitch spit my cock out. How the hell am I supposed to piss with my cock just flopping in the wind?" Jon exclaimed.

"You can't. But like I said, this is his night to be broken in and I need you to correct him whenever he is slacking." Kristopher encouraged him.

"Fuck!" I thought. This is impossible. I have a fucking telephone pole being shoved up my ass and Jon wants me to fucking take his cock into my mouth so he can piss? I would like to see him try this. That fucker! But I did not like my face being slapped so I opened my mouth to welcome his perfect cock. But before I could swallow his meat, I let out a gasp. Austin was not done forcing his way up into my rectum.

"Aaaahhhh, uuuuuhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" I let out, only to be muffled by Jon shoving his cock into my mouth.

"Yeah, fucking gag that bitch so I don't have to hear him scream." Austin directed.

And then the stream hit my tongue. Again it was salty and warm and only slightly bitter. The gush of fluid filled my mouth and kept me from letting out my cries of discomfort and pain as Austin started to fuck me in earnest. I did not know what to concentrate on. The pain in my ass was excruciating but the fluid level in my mouth was quickly rising. I had to focus on swallowing or piss was going to spew out from between my lips and down Jon's cock. And that would mean another slap to my face. But the pain from a slap would not hold a candle to the pain that was tearing through my ass right now. So I decided that I would do what I could to prevent both. I swallowed as fast as I could to keep up with Jon and I also relaxed my ass to allow Austin free reign to fuck my hole. This seemed to work because I was able to suck down Jon's piss and keep up with him but I also noticed that the pain in my ass was subsiding and I was taking Austin's cock as hard as he was offering it to me.

"Holy fuck bro, you were right!" Austin declared. "Fucking a tight hole is much better than getting a blowjob. Damn this feels unbelievable! I am never gonna get blown again. This cunt is gonna take my cock up his ass from now on, no doubt about it."

"I fucking told you, bro." Kristopher replied with a grin.

And Austin rammed another inch into my hole. My instincts caused me to clench both my hole and my mouth. And this must have felt good to Jon because he moaned out load as I sucked down his piss and my lips tightly hugged his cock. Austin started fucking my hole and established a rhythm. And each time he rammed his pole up my ass, I tightened my grip on Jon's cock in my mouth. Jon realized what was happening and although he was just about done relieving his bladder, he encouraged Austin to continue pounding my ass because it was making him hard.

"Fuck man, keep it up. That is fucking awesome. Each time you thrust he fucking makes love to my cock. Keep it up because it's making me hard." Jon instructed Austin.

Jon's piss stopped coming but his cock began to grow in my mouth. And Austin kept fucking me senseless. His thrusts were as deep as he could go and I was taped down and had to take it. He was relentless. My ass had now grown accustomed to the assault and I was actually starting to enjoy the feeling. It felt like I had to take a massive shit. I felt full and the pressure was intense. It was actually turning me on. After the pain had subsided and I relaxed, the sensation turned into something that was pleasurable. And then the pounding began to intensify and Austin picked up the pace. I knew he was going to cum soon.

"Fuck, bitch! Take my cock you cunt! I am going to cum in your cunt." Austin screamed out. "Fucking take my meat, bitch!"

And he slapped my ass. The slap was unexpected and I clenched my sphincter. It was an automatic response. And this pushed Austin over the edge. With my asshole now constricted, it formed a tight barrier that he now could use to clamp around his manhood and give him the ecstasy he was looking for. He started to erupt inside of me. I felt his thrusts deepen and he now stayed in side of me. Each time he threw a rope of cum into his condom, he thrust forward and jammed his cock into my ass as far as physically possible and held it there until the cum shot was complete. Then he pulled out just a fraction and shoved it back in and came again. They were rapid thrusts but each one was as deep as he could shove it.

"Fffffuuuuuccccck!!! Uuuuhhhhh, uuuuuhhhhhh, uuuuuuuuhhhhhh, uuuuuuuhhhh!!!! Fuck I am cumming hard. Ohhhh fuck!!! God damn this bitch fucks good." Austin called out as he collapsed on top of me.

Austin leaned over the back of me and just lay there. His shaft was still deep inside of me. It felt so odd to have Austin up my ass, him lying on top of me and Jon standing right in front of me with his engorged prick stuffed into my mouth. I had not forgotten about Jon. Austin's climax actually intensified the blowjob I was giving Jon. And Jon, I was sure, was getting off on it too. His cock almost doubled in size and was now rock hard. And I could taste a salty fluid coming out of his cock head as I rubbed my tongue over his tip. He was precumming into my mouth. He obviously was excited by the fuckfest he was going to partake of.

"Damn, I cant wait until I can do that again." Austin said as he pulled his cock out of my stretched out hole.

"Yeah and now it is my turn to try it." Jon replied as he pulled his rod out of my mouth.

Jon reached down and grabbed a condom and as he was opening it in front of me, I saw Austin take his place next to him. I felt the felt tip of the marker make a hash mark on my back on my right shoulder blade. It was the first one I had received on my right shoulder but it was not going to be the last.

"While you're at it dude, mark my piss on him too." Jon asked Austin as he rolled his condom down his enlarged prick. "As a matter of fact, add one to the other side too. After seeing you cum like that, I have to try it."

"Sure dude. Just wait, you won't want another blowjob once you try this. This piece of shit was blowing me when Kristopher told me that and I thought he was fucking nuts. I have never felt so good before until this fucker blew me. But Kristopher made me promise to try fucking his mangina and I would not regret it. And he was fucking right. A blowjob was nothing compared to that, no way." Austin explained as he put a mark on each of my shoulder blades.

And then Jon left my sight as Austin stepped up to my face.

"You know the drill. My cock needs to be cleaned." Austin commanded.

His cock was still encased in the condom and his cum was shrouding his pole. I saw his load reach almost half way down his shaft. He must have had a huge load. And now he was asking me to suck his cock clean but he had left the condom on it. I was confused. How could I suck his cock clean with the condom still on it and why was he not emptying it into the flute? Not sure what to do I just looked up at him.

"Listen faggot cunt, when I tell you to do something, you will do it." He said with irritation in his voice.

And then the slap came. Fuck this shit!!!! Damn that hurts. What the hell did he want?

"Sir? How can I suck your cock clean if you have the condom on it?" I asked with tears coming to my eyes.

"You stupid cunt!" Austin bellowed. "Do you expect me to touch that condom after it has been up your ass? Fucking clean it off so I can take it off and then you can suck my cock clean too. Stupid ass bitch! God, I have to explain everything to you."

All of the guys heard this and I heard remarks being made around the room about how they couldn't believe they would be able to do this kind of shit to me. It was giving them all ideas and they were contemplating what they wanted to do with me when it was their turn.

As I opened my mouth to allow Austin access to his sponge, Jon took his opportunity to start fucking me. I felt his cock head press up firmly into my crack and I could feel him thrust. He was not centered on my hole. He was just above it. But that did not stop him. He pushed hard and he missed the mark. It fucking hurt like hell. He was trying to fuck something that was not there.

And Austin shoved his cock in. It was the most awkward feeling. Being stuffed from the front and Jon trying to fuck my ass but missing the hole. Not being able to say anything I just grunted as Jon thrust. Frustrated, Jon slapped my ass hard and pulled out. And then reinserted his rod into my crack. This time I felt him also spread my ass cheeks and he found his target. With his man arrow dead on, he applied a forceful thrust and his cock head passed the barrier that my sphincter was putting in place.

I started sucking on Austin's cock. It was a very odd taste. Something that I did not like at all. It was a combination of lube, spermicide and ass juices. My ass juices. I can't fucking believe this asshole was making me clean my own shit off his prick. But that is the kind of guy Austin is. He did not care how degrading he was to me. He wanted worship and I was going to give it to him. It was mandatory.

Jon started to fuck my man pussy and he was getting into it. He varied the speed and thrusts that he was using. It was like he was probing my ass with his rod and was trying to find a spot that he would want to set up camp in. He kept thrusting in and out sometimes slow, sometimes fast.

In the meantime I cleaned off Master Austin's cock. I rubbed my tongue all over his rubber encased shaft and head. Once he was satisfied that the tip of his cock was cleaned, he pulled out and turned sideways and put his cock crossways across my lips.

"Lick the shaft clean too bitch. That mother-fucker was all the way up your ass and you need to clean me all the way down to my base." Austin instructed.

I started to lick his cock farther down from where I could reach when his cock was in my mouth. And again the taste was nasty. I could not wait until some other jock had to piss because I would truly welcome them washing out my mouth with their salty brine. Piss tasted so much better to me now than this foul combination.

I quickly finished my Master's cock and he pulled off the condom from his prick and it slipped off rather easily because his monster cock had shrunk back down to his soft state. He held the condom up in front of my face and as I suspected there was a huge load in it. There was about three quarters of an inch of his jizz pooling in the bottom of the used condom.

"Not bad, huh bitch?" Austin gloated. "See how you can make your Master cum? Now get on cleaning my cock. I don't want any residue left on me."

And as he pushed his limp cock up to my face, I opened my mouth and tried to suck his cock head into my mouth. But without being able to use my hands and Austin not helping me to get his prick into my mouth, I had to try to use my tongue to position his cock head against my lips so that I could suck on it and allow the suction to pull his manhood into my mouth. With a lot of effort I was able to accomplish this act.

The reason Austin did not grab his cock and place it in to my open mouth was because his hands were busy. He had picked up my trophy with his left hand and he was pouring the milky-white contents of his hot jock spunk into the champagne flute. His thick, viscous jizz dribbled down the side and greeted Eddie's sperm that was harvested earlier. The liquids mixed and pooled at the bottom. Their level rose to about a half an inch. My Master's load got me a little closer to my goal of filling the trophy.

I was sucking my Master's cock clean while in the meantime Jon was going to town in my ass. He was humping me like a rabbit.

"Uhh, uuuhhh, uuuhhhh!" Jon moaned each time he thrust in.

It did not take him long before his thrusts became very rapid and his moans got louder to the point that he was about to scream. He slapped my ass too which had the same effect on me as it did when Austin had done that to me. My ass constricted and it made a tigher hole. Jon must have loved it because he started to cum inside his tight prick-prison.

"Aaaawwww ffffuuuucccckkkk, yyyeaaaahhhh!!!! Fucking cunt!!! Take my cock bitch!!!" Jon screamed out. "Uuuhhhhhh, uuuuuhhhhhh, uuuuhhhhhhh"

He was in ecstasy. He was spewing his man juice up my ass and inside his condom where it would soon be used to boost the level in my trophy.

Austin pulled his clean cock out of my mouth and dropped the now-empty, used condom into the wastebasket under my head. "Good boy, cunt!"

Jon was spent. He pulled his softening prick out of my ass and came forward. He stood in front of me and looked down at me.

"That was fucking amazing! I have never fucked anyone before. Not even a real bitch. This was so god damn fucking good. I am going to have to get Austin to let me use you every fucking day, bitch!" Jon said with a gleam in his eyes.

"We can discuss arrangements for that later, let's just have fun with this cunt for now and we can see what we can do for you later on a permanent basis." Austin explained as he zipped up his pants. "But now go ahead and get cleaned up, grab another beer and enjoy yourself."

"Fuck yeah, you got it." Jon said slapping Austin on his shoulder.

Austin went into the dining room and grabbed a beer and threw some snacks on a plate and returned to the living room.

"Ok, bitch time to clean me up." Jon declared.

And I heard a chorus of cheers and shouts go out around me in the background.

"Why the hell would they all be getting excited about me sucking Jon's cock clean when they had all just saw me suck a dirty condom on Austin's cock and no one cheered" I was thinking to myself when the answer to that question was answered for me.

"Did you see that?" A voice cried out. "Fucking amazing. I have never seen a kick like that!"

Someone had obviously made a goal. With being fucked and sucking down piss, I had forgotten that there was a game going on in the background.

So with Jon standing in front of me expecting me to suck a dirty condom clean for him, something that Austin was encouraging all the guys to do, I opened my mouth and Jon stuffed his softened cock in. Again the taste was awful. But I knew my place and I cleaned him off. He pulled out his cock and left the bad taste behind. He added juice to the trophy and the level only rose a smidgen. Jon dropped the condom into the wastebasket and thrust his crotch towards my face again. My cock-cleaning chore was not done yet. He wanted cum sucked off his cock too. After what I had been through before, I was not minding doing this for him. Actually I preferred the taste of pure cum over that of lube, spermicide and ass juices. I was thankful for that much. I opened and he inserted his phallus into my mouth and I went to work. Soon his cock was sucked clean. His cum was buttery and slightly salty. He pulled out, zipped up and replenished his supply of beer and snacks and joined the others in the living room.

With no one else in line, I thought I was going to have a little bit of a break but it was not a very big break. Within just a minute or two, Vince came up and started unzipping his pants in front of me. He had boxers on and he did not bother to pull them down. Instead he reached in with his right hand and pulled out his hose. "Oh my god!" I thought. It was uncut.

I had never seen an uncut cock before. I had heard about them but had never seen one. His foreskin completely enclosed his cock head and his extra skin hung down about half an inch past where his cock head was hidden. I could not imagine what it would be like to have this cock in my mouth. It was going to be a strange sensation.

"Open up bitch, 'cause I need to go. Now!" Vince demanded.

I did as I was told and he pushed his cock head into my mouth. His soft saggy skin gently scraped against my tongue. It was a very weird sensation. I wanted to explore this. I pushed my tongue into the opening between the folds and was greeted with a nasty, funky kinda cheesy taste. I did not like it at all. But I did not taste it for long because almost immediately his spray started to fill my mouth. And again I was drinking piss. Recycled beer. I welcomed that taste so much now. It washed out the taste of the condoms. After the few minutes of swallowing as fast as I could, Vince finished up and he also wanted to get off. So I sucked him enough to get him hard. As his cock grew, the length of his shaft expanded and caused the foreskin to pull back. Just the tip of his cock head now poked out and was playing peek-a-boo with my tongue. Once he was hard enough, he pulled out and also grabbed a condom to apply to his cock.

"If fucking this bitch is as good as you guys say it is, then I am going to have a go at it." Vince declared as he rolled the condom down his shaft. As he left from in front of my face and walked around the table to the other end, I felt the familiar feeling of the felt tip marker making a mark on each of my shoulder blades, one for piss and one for the cum I was about to release from his nuts.

Another chorus of cheers went up. Must be another good play. I was not sure because I could not see the TV.

And then Vince began to fuck the hell out of me. He just went at it. I felt him spread my ass cheeks with his hands and point his human arrow tip into my target and he just shoved. "Oh my fucking god!" I thought.

"Aaaahhhhhh aaaayyyyyyy!" I screamed out.

"Shut the fuck up bitch." Vince shouted as he pulled his cock out and slapped my ass hard. "You told me that you wanted this. I asked Austin if you were doing this only because they had you tied down and you were the one that said you wanted to do anything they said and you wanted to get us all off. So you made your bed, so now lay in it."

"Hold up dude." Kristopher butted in. "This will keep him quiet."

Kristopher came over from the living room to the head of my table and bent down to reach into the wastebasket. As he did, he whispered into my ear, "I fucking love doing sick shit like this to you. It fucking turns me on to see the power I have over you to make you endure shit like this and have to struggle to do it. Fucking makes me hard."

As he stood up, Kristopher had that evil grin on his face. And in his right hand were the three used condoms that Eddie, Austin and Jon had used to fill my trophy. He brought them up to my mouth and with his left hand he grabbed my nose and lifted.

"Open up slave. I got some chewing gum for you to chew on while Vince has a good fucking with you. If you bite down on them it won't hurt as much. Kinda like a pregnant woman biting down on something when she is giving birth." Kristopher explained as he pulled up on my nose and pressed the used condoms into my mouth.

They slipped in and the nasty taste of the condoms spread to all of my mouth. That god damn fucker. I hated this taste and now he was making me get a concentration of it.

"You chew on them like bubble gum while Vince is fucking your ass and you can spit them out when he is done, got it bitch?" Kristopher asked.

I nodded my head. My mouth was full of used condoms. I could not tell if they were slimy or if they were lubed. They slid all over my tongue and mouth. I began to chew on them as my Master ordered me. What the fuck had I fallen to? I was the manager of a helpdesk and I was now degraded down to a piss guzzling, cum sucking, cunt hole who was now chewing on used condoms while an uncut jock fucked the hell out of my ass.

And as I started chewing on the used condoms, Vince fucked me hard. He did not wait for me to adjust to the penetration. He just fucked the hell out of me. Hard and fast. I was tied down with my mouth full of used condoms. There was nothing I could do to stop his invasion. He just raped my hole. The pain was so intense I started crying. Tears ran down my face as I felt his pole shoved violently up my ass. I did as Kristopher instructed and bit down hard each time Vince shoved his erection deeper into me. And it actually worked. Biting down helped me to endure the pain. But as I bit down, my teeth must have cut holes into the condoms because I could now taste cum oozing out of the fresh escape holes in the condoms. The taste was buttery and salty. And it mixed with the taste of lube and spermicide, diluting the foul taste and replacing it with something more palatable. Don't get me wrong, the taste was still not something I would want in my mouth but the cum made it easier to take. When I started this whole thing with Kristopher, I did not like the taste of cum. But I am slowly getting used to it. And now it was tasting better than the taste that permeated my mouth from the used condoms.

Vince fucked the hell out of me for about five minutes. He pummeled my ass with his assault. But after a few minutes, the pain subsided and it became more bearable. What was disconcerting was the force that he kept using to thrust deep inside of me. It pushed me forward onto the table each time. But with my ankles securely fastened to the saw horses, I was not going anywhere. Each thrust pulled on my duct tape bonds and pulled the hair on my legs. Not only was I enduring pain shooting into my ass and in my bowels, but also the hair on my legs was being pulled out with each thrust and it stung like hell.

And so I chewed away and Vince fucked away until he finally reached his climax.

"Ooohhhhh fucking yeah baby!!!!! Take my shit bitch! Uuuuhhhh, uuuhhhhh, uuuuhhhh!" Vince screamed out.

With each exclamation he lunged forward and forced himself deep inside of me. He was cumming hard and I could tell he loved it. He grabbed onto my hips and shoved himself as deep as he could as he came for the last time. And then he just held himself there.

"Fuck bitch this was damn good!" He exclaimed.

And he pulled out. I knew what was coming next. I was going to be made to suck not only his dirty condom clean, but also his cum from his uncut cock.

"Damn, bitch I am glad you volunteered for this shit." Vince said as he took his place in front of my face.

I knew what I had to do and I opened my mouth. I spit out the used condoms that Kristopher had stuffed into my mouth with a silent "good riddance". They fell into the wastebasket under my head. And now that my mouth was empty, Vince took the opportunity to have his meat tongue-washed and he inserted it vigorously into my awaiting mouth. Again I had the all-too-familiar taste of the used condom in my mouth. I sucked it clean and as he pulled out and emptied its contents into my trophy, he replaced the void in my mouth with his cum covered cock. Again, the cum was buttery tasting and salty. I licked his cock head and shaft clean by rubbing my tongue all over his softening prick.

"Now cunt, do me a favor. I have not washed my cock head in a couple of days. I am just too fucking lazy to pull the foreskin back and clean it good. So while you are sucking my spunk of my cock, I want you to get in under my skin and lick that out good too. It is starting to stink and I need it cleaned real bad." Vince instructed me.

"Fucking 'A'!" Kristopher piped up. "What a fucking treat for our little fag boy!"

Oh my god this was so humiliating. I now had to eat the cheese I found under his foreskin. I was about to puke. Vince let out a little chuckle as I probed my tongue under his foreskin. The taste was just too intense. It was so funky. I was hard to describe. It was like rotten cheese. Maybe even blue cheese. It was kinda like eating mold. My tongue darted in and out under his skin for a few minutes and then he pulled back on his shaft and shifted the skin down lower. This exposed his cock head more and I had to suck every bit of it clean. It was disgusting. Vince was finally convinced that his cock was clean and he pulled out and zipped up. He went into the dining room and grabbed another beer. I knew this meant he would be back soon.

The taste in my mouth was putrid. I needed a drink but I am sure that my Master's would allow me nothing but piss the entire evening. So I figured I would have nothing left to lose.

"Does anyone need to take a piss yet?" I called out hoping that someone would want to get up and empty their bladder.

Austin just laughed. "See guys, I told you he wanted to drink all our piss. He is begging for it."

I heard a cheer go up from the guys but not in response to what Austin had said but because someone had made another play that pleased the crowd.

Matt got up and came over to me. "Well, bitch I guess it's time to break my seal."

As he said this I saw him unzip his pants. Behind his zipper was a pair of white cotton briefs. He pulled them down and revealed his bulging package. He was a little over the average size. His head pointed to the left. He was curved. This was something that was not all too uncommon. He raised his cock and I eagerly opened my mouth knowing that he was about to rinse the taste that Vince had left there for me. I quickly emptied his bladder and he ended up having me give him a blowjob as he suspected was all he wanted. I did not care as long as he emptied his load into my trophy. The sooner it was full the sooner I could be released. Matt gave me two marks on my back and returned to the crowd.

The time passed by quickly because as they sucked down the beer, they also had to pass it out of their kidneys. So I had a steady stream of guys lined up to piss into their human urinal. One by one they all had pissed into me. Each one of them, all eleven. And many of them returned frequently. I imagine they were pounding beers faster than the others. Most of them used me to dump another load of cum into me. Once they found out that using my cunt hole was better than being blown, they tended to use my mangina rather than have me blow them.

By half time My trophy was just under half full. They had been using me constantly one after another for both piss and cum. But then I thought I would have a break. They all got up at half time and swarmed around the dining room table to stock up on snacks. My ass was sore as hell. I imagine it was raw. My ankles were sore and my wrists were aching from being pulled against the duct tape when I am being fucked. But the worse thing of all was that I now had to take a massive piss myself. After drinking all of their piss, my kidneys had processed it all and emptied their piss into my bladder. So the piss in my bladder was a double concentrate. But my bladder was about to burst because I had been drinking non-stop for about forty-five minutes. So the thought occurred to me, I will ask my Master to let me up to go piss and this will give me the break that I sorely needed.

"Master?" I called out.

There was no response. The clamor coming from the dining room with the guys bullshitting and discussing the plays of the game drowned out my voice. I was getting desperate. If I did not go piss soon, I was going to go right here on the floor. And I knew better than to let that happen. So I called out again.

"Master Kristopher?" I cried in a loud voice.

"What the fuck do you want cunt? If I have to piss I will let you know. Other than that, shut the fuck up. I am chillin with Austin's buds." Kristopher stated with an irritated voice.

I had to press my luck. Pissing myself would definitely have a worse outcome than trying to get Kristopher's attention again. But then I did not have to irritate him any more. My other Master took his place in front of me. He let out a belch as he pulled a bottle of beer away from his lips and his other hand unzipped his zipper. Now was my chance.

"Master Austin, please I need to take a piss real bad. If you don't let me up I am going to piss all over." I begged hoping that he would release me and let me go and relieve myself.

"Umm I don't know about that." Austin stated and looked over to Kristopher. "Hey bro, our urinal wants to be let up so he can go take a piss. I can imagine he must be full after drinking all our recycled beer." Austin let out a small laugh.

"I don't think that is a good idea to let him up. I mean what the fuck are we going to do if we need to take a piss and he is in the bathroom draining his bladder. Fuck no, a urinal is a urinal. They don't take a break. Am I right guys?" Kristopher looked for backup.

"Fuck no, they don't." Came a voice.

"Hell no, leave him there." Came another.

And the murmur around the crowd was to leave me strapped down.

"Yeah, they are right. Because I need to piss right now too. Why the fuck should I let my slave take a piss before I get to?" Austin asked rhetorically.

He brought his cock up to my mouth and pressed it against my lips.

What the fuck was I going to do? I opened my mouth obediently as his piss shot its way into my mouth and down my throat. I was really going to burst any minute. And Austin was adding fuel to the fire. And that is when Kristopher showed up and saved the day.

He had the roll of duct tape and a funnel and a length of tubing and some gallon jugs. And across his face was pasted that evil grin. He took the funnel and pushed the end of it into the tubing and placed the tubing into one of the gallon jugs. And then he came around to the end of the table where my ass was on display and he lifted the sheet. He placed the jug on the floor with the tubing coming out of it and its other end attached to the end of the funnel. And then I heard him rip off two strips of duct tape. And then I felt him grab my cock and place it into the funnel and he proceeded take my balls and duct taped each side of the funnel to my ball sack. So the funnel was taped to my balls. My cock was inserted into the mouth of the funnel and the funnel was connected to a tube, which emptied into the gallon jug. He then placed both jugs under the table and lowered the sheet.

"Ok cunt you can let her rip." Kristopher signaled the ok to piss. "I don't ever want to hear you fucking whine that I am not a good Master. I do take care of your needs."

And then relief washed over me as I let go of the restraint I had on my bladder. Piss flew out of my cock as my bladder drained. It had never felt so good to take a piss.

Austin stopped his flow of his piss into my mouth and soon after my flow stopped as well. The hookup reminded me of a fountain. As the upper tier overflowed and spilled into the lower tier, it in turn over flowed into yet another tier. Austin was the upper tier, I was the second tier and the gallon jug hooked up to the contraption that was taped to both sides of my ball sack was the third tier. A fountain indeed! But this was a human fountain and its fluid was piss made from recycled beer.

I was all hooked up there was no reason for me to be released. I was their human urinal and cum dump to be used whenever they wanted and I had no choice in the matter. I was not going to be released for any reason until my trophy was completely filled. And it was slowly getting there. With half time over, the game resumed. And so did the drinking of beer and the filling of my mouth with their piss and their cumming in my holes to have their loads added to the well of jock spunk being displayed before me in my trophy. My back was getting marks left and right and I knew there were many times I was being used because the marks were no longer being logged onto my shoulder blades but were working their way down my back now. I had lost count of how many times I was being used long ago. The evening all blended into a blur of sucking piss and having my brains fucked out. I no longer had to give blow jobs. Even Matt succumbed to the temptation of fucking my man cunt. They all fucked me when they wanted to now. My mouth was not only used to swallowing their piss and to make them hard and to clean their condoms and cocks after they fucked the hell out of me. I was getting used to all of this until things got worse.

Apparently, the beer was now making them bold, as they became drunk. It was no longer a novelty to use a human urinal and fuck his cunt. They wanted to see what else they could do. It was actually Austin who came up with the idea first. He had always been fascinated by my taking in his tastes and smells from his bodily functions, whether it be his sweaty feet, sweaty pits, salty piss or cum. They all went into my nose or mouth and I was to ingest them as he watched and got off on my taking in his odors and tastes. I guess it gave him a sense of power to see me lick and smell his nastiness. And he was about to push the envelope.

"Hey bro, I need your help on this one. I just got a wild idea." Austin solicited his brother's assistance.

"Yeah, what's up?" Kristopher wanted to know.

"I fucking love this jalapeno cheese dip I have been putting on my nachos, but that shit don't love me. Hahahaha. It always gives me fucking gas, bad. And when that happens I always get those silent farts, you know, the ones that you let go in crowds and watch as you see people's eyes tear up and they start gagging." Austin laughed as he explained to his brother what was happening.

"Fuck yeah bro, I know those fuckers are as raunchy as hell." Kristopher admitted. "So what are you thinking? Don't tell me you are gonna clear the living room just as the game is almost over and is getting to the good point?" Kristopher wanted to know.

"Fuck no dude. I want to see my property relish in my goodness." Austin said as an evil grin spread across his face.

"What the fuck do you mean bro?" Kristopher asked.

"Well as you said, if I floated an air biscuit in the living room, everyone would have to clear out or puke. And they all would because they can leave. But my little urinal here can't leave. I want to see him smell what I have to offer him." Austin explained.

"So why the fuck do you need my help?" asked Kristopher.

"Because, when I fart in his face, he can hold his breath and when he has to breathe then he can breathe in through his mouth and he will not get to experience the 'Essence of Austin'." Austin continued as he let out a little laugh when he said "Essence of Austin".

"And...?" Kristopher prodded.

"And I want you to keep him from breathing through his mouth as I fart in his face. That way he HAS to breathe through his nose and I can watch him gag on the smell." Austin laid out the game plan as an evil grin formed across his face.

"Fucking brilliant. I have an idea. I have to piss right now so let me know when you need to fart and I will make him drink my piss as you fart. With my cock in his mouth he will have to smell your fart." Kristopher suggested.

"Sweet let's do it right now. I have been holding this fucker in for about five minutes." Austin admitted.

"Holy fuck this is so nasty. Why the fuck would they want to do shit like this to me?" I thought to myself. I wretched at the thought of what was about to happen.

Kristopher unzipped his pants and stuffed his cock into my mouth.

"Hey guys watch this!" Austin called out.

With Kristopher blocking my mouth with his cock, Austin turned his ass towards me and I heard a rip as he expelled the noxious fumes from his ass. I held my breath knowing that I did not want to inhale but then the flow started coming out of Kristopher's hose planted in my mouth. And as I started to swallow, my need to breathe steadily increased.

"Fuck, bro. That shit's nasty. Damn, you are rotten!" Kristopher called out.

It was quite obvious that Kristopher was also taking the brunt of Austin's little idea. But my turn was next. I could no longer hold my breath. After I swallowed the next big gulp of Kristopher's piss, I had to inhale and the only place I could inhale was through my nose. And the malicious odor shocked me as I breathed it in. It smelled like rotten eggs. I started to gag. But I also had to swallow. I was trapped between swallowing and inhaling this fucking nasty fart. Every time I swallowed, I had to follow it up with a breath in through my nose and each time I was accosted with the smell of rotten eggs and sulfur. God damn that Austin! He is one nasty fucker. His ideas are truly devious and I don't know how I am going to endure his treatment of me. That fucker.

Kristopher was gagging and Austin was laughing at him. But Kristopher could not leave in the middle of his piss so he just tried to hold his breath as best as he could. I on the other hand had to inhale his fumes. And I was forced to inhale through my nose. Kristopher was at least able to use his mouth. He had his shirt pulled up over his mouth and nose and he was covering them both with his hand.

"Damn, you fucker! You are nasty." Kristopher managed to choke out.

Kristopher began to cough and as he did it effected his flow. It came in spurts. As he coughed the flow stopped for a brief second.

Austin stood there and laughed hysterically. And then he turned to Kristopher and inhaled deeply through his nose.

"Aw yeah that's a nice ripe one for you my little fucker!" Austin laughed as he looked at me.

My eyes started watering. Shortly Kristopher's piss stopped coming out and I was done. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and I could stop gagging. By this time the fart had dissipated and I could breathe in fresh air. I hated that fucker.

Austin continued to laugh. "Did you guys see that?"

There was a roar of laughter that came up from the group and that's what started the whole onslaught. From then on whenever anyone needed to fart, they came over and placed their asses squarely in front of my face and let it rip. They were all nasty fuckers. They then turned around and held their hands over my mouth so I could not breathe through my mouth. I had to smell their raunchy farts. They all got into this big time. They liked the idea of having a captive guinea pig to smell their rankness. This went on all evening.

If it wasn't piss, it was cum. If it wasn't cum it was smelling their farts. I thought the worst of it was about over because the trophy was getting full. It was a little over three quarters of the way full when Austin came over and lifted the sheet at the end of the table.

"It's time to swap the jug." Austin declared as he pulled the hose out of the full one and placed it into the empty one.

"I am gonna go to the bathroom and dump this out." Declared Austin holding up the full gallon jug and showing it to everyone. "Our urinal must have been busy."

"What? Why the fuck are you doing that?" Kristopher demanded.

"Because it is full, dumb ass. It needs to be emptied." Austin explained.

"No, YOU are the dumb ass! I asked why the fuck are you going to the bathroom to dump it out." Kristopher clarified.

"Well where else do you expect me to empty it?" Austin was wondering.

"Hello McFly!" Kristopher exclaimed as he knocked on Austin's head with his knuckles. "You have a urinal right here."

"Yeah but I can't lift his head up high enough to pour it in there." Austin defended himself.

"You don't need to." Kristopher explained. "We'll use this."

As he said that he lifted the sheet and grabbed a hold of the duct tape that was attached to my ball sack and pulled it off with one quick tug.

"Oh my fucking god!!!" I screamed out.

Kristopher just pulled all the hair off my ball sack in one quick motion. I was not prepared for the pain that came flooding in through my balls. That fucking hurt like hell. Now I knew how a woman felt when she got a bikini wax. Only this was ten times worse. But the pain went away quickly and Austin and Kristopher stood right in front of me.

Austin was holding the jug of piss and Kristopher was holding the funnel with the tube connected to it. He brought the end of the tube up to my mouth and forced it between my lips. I was so afraid of what was about to happen. I was going to be drinking my own piss. No, not my own piss, their piss, which my kidneys had processed and dumped into my bladder and I had in turn emptied it into this jug. So now, I was going to be drinking their recycled beer, their recycled piss and soon it was going to come out of me again being filtered yet a third time. What the fuck are these bastards doing to me? I cannot believe what they have turned me into.

Now that the tube was planted into my mouth, Kristopher was ready to start pouring the gallon jug into my mouth. But there was no way I could swallow all that piss as fast as they poured it in. There was no fucking way. I could keep up with the flow from their cocks but I would not be able to manage the deluge that was about to hit my mouth. And Kristopher knew this because he gave me careful instructions:

"Ok, bitch. You need to get ready for this. I know you think you can't swallow all of this. And you are right. If you try to swallow, you will choke and piss will get every where. And if that happens I will beat you within an inch of your pathetic life. Do you understand?" Kristopher outlined for me.

I looked up at him and nodded.

"Good." He continued. "This is gonna be just like a keg party. We do this shit all the time. But not with piss, with beer. The trick is you open your throat and do not swallow. And I suggest you hold your breath too. If you try to inhale you will suck this shit into your lungs. So don't do that. If you open your throat, the piss will go right down your esophagus and into your stomach. Got that bitch?"

I nodded my head. I understood what was about to happen. And I was scared shitless.

Kristopher winked at his brother and gave him the go ahead, "Let's do it."

And with that Austin started filling the funnel. I have had piss in my mouth for the entire evening so it was not the taste that shocked the hell out of me, it was the temperature. It was stone-fucking-cold. And that repulsed me. But as my mouth quickly filled up, I forgot about the temperature and focused on taking this cold fluid down my throat. I had to act quickly. I took a deep breathe in through my nose and held it like Kristopher instructed me and then I opened the back of my mouth and the cold piss started filtering in down through my throat, through my esophagus and into my stomach. The sensation was very awkward. I was not used to this and my instinct was to swallow. But I knew that if I did that I would choke and piss would be everywhere. And that was something I did not want to happen. I closed my eyes and concentrated as hard as I could and the fluid slipped down my throat. It took a while but Austin finally emptied the last drop into the funnel and a few seconds later it passed down the tube, into my mouth and on into my stomach. Job accomplished. I could actually feel the cold fluid sloshing around in my stomach. But after a few minutes I could no longer feel it because it must have warmed up by my body heat. Cold piss was not something I liked taking into me. I rather liked warm piss by now. And drinking it from a guy's cock was something I was now used to and it was second nature for me now to drink piss straight from the cock. But having it poured down your gullet, cold, was something quite disconcerting.

Austin replaced the jug under the sheet and I heard Kristopher rip off some more tape and he hooked me back up to the contraption. Again the funnel was taped to my balls. I was back in play.

Time ticked away. I continued to drink piss and was fucked senseless. My asshole was burning from being abused so badly. I was sure it was raw. I had been fucked constantly since the game started. And there was more to come, I was sure.

The game was almost over I heard them say. There was about fifteen minutes left to the half. And then Eddie came over to take yet another turn with the urinal and man cunt. My trophy was almost completely full. Just a load or two more and I was going to be set free. I was hoping Eddie was going to finish filling it for me. He unzipped in front of me and thrust his cock into my mouth and I began sucking down his piss. And then I heard a load explosion of hisses and boos come from the living room.

"That fucker scored a goal! Where the fuck was our goalie?" Eddie shouted out.

And then there came a slap to my face. His piss was still flowing and I was swallowing so I did not know why I was being punished.

"What a fucking idiot!" Eddie screamed and again a slap came.

Tears welled up in my eyes. I was tied down and a cock shoved in my mouth as I swallowed this jock's piss and he continued to slap the hell out of my face because his team had just missed blocking a goal. He fucking slapped my face five times before he pulled out his hard cock and shoved it into a condom. God damn that fucking hurts. With no way to stop it or defend myself I could do nothing but lay there and cry as the sting slowly subsided. Eddie then fucked the hell out of me as he took the frustration of the game out on my asshole. He beat my ass with his hands and grabbed onto my hips and just fucked my brains out. It hurt like hell. Not because his shaft was stretching my hole (that had been stretched out long ago). What hurt now was the rawness that my hole had been rubbed to. It felt like sand paper rubbing my hole every time he fucked me. I could not stand it any more and then he finally came. I was never so grateful.

I cleaned him up and he filled my trophy. It was almost to the brim. One more load would cause it to over flow. But the game was not done yet. There was more to go. I ended up having another gallon of cold piss emptied into my stomach just before the game was ended and as the time ran out for the last half and end of the game, Kristopher came up to me and unzipped his pants.

"How ironic it is that I was the one who suggested getting your trophy filled and I am the one who is going to finish filling it." Kristopher chuckled.

I took his piss and looked forward to him fucking me. This would be the last time tonight. Kristopher made two marks on my lower back as he passed by and took his place at my ass. He was ready to fuck me. And then Austin stood in front of me and looked down at me with a drunken grin.

"I have a little treat for you." Austin informed me. "You think that smelling my farts was a treat? Wait 'til you get to try this."

And he turned around and dropped his pants. And then he slid his underwear down too. And a full moon was staring me right in the face. Austin hunched over and placed his hands on each of his ass cheeks and spread them wide and then he backed up and planted my face firmly between his ass cheeks.

"Go ahead bro, fuck the hell out of him." Austin called back to his brother.

And Kristopher laid into me. He fucked me as hard as he could. And it was Austin's plan all along for him to do this. Because as Kristopher plowed into my ass, his thrust inched me forward on the table and shoved my face into Austin's ass. With each thrust, Kristopher made me literally kiss his younger brother's ass. And it was the nastiest thing I had ever experienced. After farting his brains out all night, his ass crack was ripe. I thought his farts smelled bad, but this was worse. Each time Kristopher plunged in deeper, my face was forced deeper into Austin's ass crack. My lips were right against his hole and I was being forced to kiss it. I had no choice.

"God, when would this end?" I thought to myself.

And soon it was over. I heard Kristopher let out an announcement that he was cumming and my face was plastered up against Austin's hole as he did. I could feel Kristopher shoot about eight times and then he pulled out. I was expecting Austin to pull away from me too but he did not. Instead I about puked when I experienced what happened next.

"Guy's watch this!" Austin announced.

And then the grossest thing imaginable happened. His anus opened up against my lips and hot air was forced out. It rattled my lips as it passed around my mouth and out beside my cheeks that were firmly planted in his ass. And oh my god, the smell was utterly nasty. He fucking farted in my face while my mouth was right up against his ass hole. Austin burst out laughing and some of the guys followed suit. And there were some "holy shit!"s passed around as well.

"Dude, it's bad enough that we have to smell you nasty farts when you shit your pants but I can't imagine my face literally being right in your ass when you push one out. That is so nasty dude. And he has to take it. Hahaha that is just so funny." Jon called out. "I wish so bad that I could have a slave like that, fuckin' drinking my piss, taking my cum, smelling my farts. Hell I would even make him lick my ass clean!"

"That can be arranged and we will discuss that but that was a fucking awesome idea. I think I will try it." Austin told Jon.

I knew what was coming. I was about to be made to lick Austin's ass. And after he had been farting all afternoon. This idea sickened me. My face was already planted in his ass, my lips were up against his anus and the smell was nasty as hell. There was no way to describe it. It smelled like "ass". I just wanted his ass out of my face. I was not about to lick this nasty fucker's ass while everybody watched. But I was tied down and could not move. He had the power to pull his ass away and allow me some clean, sweet air. I wanted to protest and I wanted to protest strongly so I tried to say something.

"Mmmmfffffff, mmmmfffffffff, mmmmmmffffff!!!!!" My communication was garbled and muffled by his ass and his ass crack. And as I expelled air to try to say something, his ass cheeks flapped back and forth against my own cheeks as the air tried to escape around my mouth and face. It caused his ass to vibrate.

A roar of laughter went up. It must have been pretty funny seeing a guy's face planted firmly in a jock's ass crack, being tied down and not being able to move and struggling to get his face out with no way of doing it.

"Hold it down you guys. I thought I heard something." Austin tried to stop the laughing.

I wanted him to pull away right now. I was disgusted.

"Mmmmmmfffff!!! Mmmmffffffff!!!" I tried to say something thinking that maybe if he saw that I was trying to say something he would pull away so I could speak freely.

Again laughter went up all around. Austin wiggled his ass in my face grinding my lips into his anus.

"Oh, my bad. I thought I heard something. I must have been wrong. In the back of my head I was thinking that my slave would protest to licking my ass. But I have not heard a word from him, so I must have been wrong." Austin stated.

"Oh my god what the fuck do I have to do to get him to realize I do not want to do this?" I thought to myself. And so I doubled my efforts to get his attention.

"MMMMFFFFFFFF!!!!! MMMMMFFFFFF!!!!! MMMMMMFFFFFFF!!!!" I desperately tried to call out.

They all laughed again.

"Damn my ass feels great right now. I fucking love that feeling. The only thing I could think of that would feel better is if someone licked my ass. But who the hell would do that?" Austin asked himself out loud. "Anyone have any ideas who I could get to lick my ass after I have been farting all evening long?"

Jon almost immediately replied, "Fuck Austin, you know you have a slave that you can make do anything you want. I would give my left nut for something like that. Fucking make him lick your ass. I want to see that. Make him do it so we can watch him do it. Or is there really stuff that even he won't do?"

"Dude, I am telling you right now. If I tell him to lick my ass, he is going to do it. Is that what you guys want to see?" Austin asked the crowd.

"FUCK YES!!!" Jon shouted.

And there was some laughter and some guys said, "who the hell cares what he will do?"

Others pitched in "hell yeah, I want to see if you can make him actually do that."

Austin then directed his attention to me. "Ok bitch, I will make a deal with you. Do you want me to pull my ass away from your face?"

I readily nodded my head as best as I could with my face planted in his ass crack and my lips pressed up against his anus.

"Damn, that just feels to good to let him stop doing that." Austin declared. "Ok, bitch if you want me to pull away now, you need to tell me right now. Otherwise I am going to make you lick my ass. Understood?"

Of course I wanted him to pull away so I tried to tell him so.

"Mmmmfffffff" I tried to tell him.

"Fuck I just can't do it." Austin said. "Psyche! You have to do it any way. I am not going to pull away from your face unless you lick my ass, faggot. So start licking or you will be there for the rest of the night making out with my asshole."

"Fuck yes!!!!!" Jon shouted. "I want to see this. I actually want to see this slave lick your ass. I want to know that he would do such a thing for you."

"Fuck, I can't stand this. What the fuck have I come to? I am going to have to lick this fucker's ass in order to free myself. And I have no choice. I hate this bastard and all that he is making me do. This is so fucking humiliating." All of these thoughts ran through my head.

I had to acquiesce. It was either stick my tongue out or have his ass in my face for so much longer. I guessed the lesser of two evils was to lick his ass and get him out of my face so I could be released. So that is what I decided to do. And so I stuck my tongue out and started to lick his crack.

His crack was somewhat hairy. And as I stuck my tongue out, the taste did not really match the smell I had to breathe in. The taste was indescribable. There was nothing I had ever tasted before that it compared to so I do not know how to describe it. It was mostly tasteless but it was just slightly bitter. And it was the smell that was overpowering. But I had to do my duty, smell or no smell, taste or no taste. My tongue coated his ass with a sheen of my saliva and as I spread my tongue over Austin's crack he wiggled his ass into my face and let out a moan of pleasure.

"Ohh fuck, yeah bitch. That's what I'm talkin' 'bout!" Austin cooed.

"Damn that's awesome." Jon pitched in.

Because I was tied down and did not have a lot of freedom of movement, Austin was the one who actually dictated where my tongue would be placed by the movement of his ass either up or down in front of my face. Basically my tongue was placed out there for him to use and he directed my licking by adjusting his position. I ended up licking from under his balls, up his crack to his hole and on up to the top of his ass. After coating the entire surface of his crack with my spit and applying it with my tongue, the smell seemed to dissipate. Either that or I was getting used to smelling his sweaty, jock crack. Austin then made me focus on his hole. He made it so that my tongue was placed squarely in front of his hole and then he pressed his ass up hard against my face. I almost could not breathe. He spread his cheeks apart with both of his hands so that my face could slide in further. And that is where Austin set up camp.

"Un-fucking-believable!" I heard Jon exclaim.

For about the next five to ten minutes I was forced to probe Austin's hole with my tongue.

"Lick it good, bitch!" Austin commanded me. "I want to feel your tongue on my hole."

And he spread his cheeks wider and pressed up against me even harder as I licked his hole. The skin around his hole was soft and my tongue caressed it playfully. And Austin must have enjoyed this immensely because he kept rubbing his hole against my tongue each time I stuck it out. Periodically I had to bring my tongue in for a rest and as I did, I brought the odd tasting flavor of jock crack onto my palette and I was forced to swallow it down. I was actually eating Austin's ass and everyone was watching me do it. Especially Jon, who was the one who suggested that I do it. But it was Austin who was the one who was enjoying its benefits. And then he demanded more.

"Ok cunt, shove your tongue in my hole and stick it in there as far as you can." He commanded me.

"MMMMFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!" I protested.

"LISTEN FUCK-FACE, YOU EITHER FUCK MY HOLE WITH YOUR TONGUE OR YOU ARE GOING TO REGRET IT! DO IT NOW!" He shouted.

I was disgusted. But I was scared of what he might do to me. And then I thought about how I have been sucking condoms clean after having them up my ass all evening and how he has made me lick his ass clean just now. I guess sticking my tongue up his ass is no different. I have already had ass stuff in my mouth. I had to keep telling myself this was the same thing. It took me a minute to work up my courage to actually do it.

"WELL?" Austin barked. " WE DON'T HAVE ALL NIGHT, FAGGOT!"

I realized I was compelled to do it. I had no choice. So I stuck my tongue out and thrust it in his asshole. I could feel the resistance of his anus against my tongue as I pushed it through his sphincter. There was no difference in the taste of licking his ass crack and having my tongue thrust inside of his hole. It was the most disgusting thought though of having my tongue touching any shit that may be lurking inside his hole. But like I tried to convince myself, I must have already had things just as nasty as this on my tongue all evening since all of the jocks forced me to suck their condoms clean after they had been shoved deep inside my ass. So what was the difference if my tongue was now inside my Master's hole? In theory I had already had the same thing inside my mouth.

"Ohhhhh fuuuckkkk!!! Aaaahhhhnnnnnn!!! Shove it in as far as you can cunt!" Austin let a deep sigh escape his drunken mouth.

I was bringing great pleasure to him as I tongue fucked him. As I stuck my tongue deep inside his hole I noticed it was quite warm. And although I could put my tongue inside his hole, the feeling was very weird when I could feel him flex his butt muscles and clench his ass. His sphincter clamped down on my tongue and it squeezed my probing tongue from all sides. It was if his ass was sucking my tongue off as if that were even possible. I tongue fucked him for about five to ten minutes (I say five to ten minutes because it seemed like an eternity having to do such a disgusting thing but in reality it must have been just about that long) and Austin moaned and sighed the whole time thrusting his ass into my face as I tried to shove my tongue deeper into his ass. I had no idea how long Austin was going to make me endure this and was wondering when it was going to end when I felt the oddest and grossest sensation ever. Austin ripped a fart out with my tongue thrust deep inside his hole. I heard a roar of laughter go up from the guys standing around. Now that the game was over, they did not have anything better to do than to watch as Austin humiliated me.

"That is the fucking awesomest thing I have ever seen. Hahaha, he fucking farted while this bitch had his tongue up his hole." Jon dictated the play by play. "That is too wild. I want to try that sometime."

I should have expected something like that to happen. First of all because Austin had been farting all night and making me smell his nasty sulfur and egg farts. And secondly because he had just farted in my face with my mouth right up next to his naked hole. It did not surprise me at all that he would have the perverted idea of doing it while my tongue was inside him. But I should have guessed it was about to happen because when my tongue was in his hole, his anus embraced my tongue and it was tight. And when I thrust my tongue in deeper, he would clench his ass and his sphincter would apply great pressure to my tongue. But this time as I thrust my tongue in, his hole actually loosened up as I slid my tongue into his awaiting hole. There was hardly any resistance when he pressed his crack firmly up against my face. He was relaxing his asshole and was pushing outward to force out the foul smelling, noxious fumes. And the noise scared me as the odiferous air passed around my probing tongue and made its way past my face and out his crack. How fucking disgusting. I was so humiliated.

But then Kristopher put an end to the torture. I never thought I would welcome his input so much.

"Ok, Austin, enough. I need the use of his mouth now." Kristopher said as he pulled his drunken brother away from my face exposing me to fresh air.

"Thank god!" I thought.

Even though I did not like the things Kristopher puts me through, anything had to be better than what Austin was making me do right now. And Jon was enjoying watching it most of all because his next comment gave it away.

"Why the fuck did you do that? I thought you said you wanted to break in your slave. He needs to have his tongue used to doing shit like that. That is what a slave is for. His tongue should be put to use in all kinds of ways." Jon suggested to Kristopher.

"Yeah well when you get your own slave you can make him lick your ass all you want. But right now he needs to clean off my cock because I have to top off his trophy." Kristopher told him sternly.

"Oh you can bet on that. When I have a slave doing shit for me, he will give me ultimate service. Anything disgusting I can think of, he is going to be doing." Jon declared.

All I could think to myself was that I was so fucking lucky that Jon was not my master. But with Kristopher exclaiming that my trophy would be full after I cleaned his condom-covered cock, my heart leapt with joy. Finally my evening of service to the jocks on the soccer team was going to come to an end and it was none to soon.

Kristopher inched his way up to me and I gladly opened my mouth. I did not mind the taste of the lubed condom or anything. I wanted this to be over and I wanted it as soon as possible. I sucked his cock and cleaned it as fast as possible. And after he removed the clean condom, he dumped the contents into the trophy and a few drops spilled over the edge and flowed down the outside of the glass. Kristopher wiped it up with the tip of his finger and brought it up to my lips.

"It seems there is a little extra. But we can't let that go to waste." Kristopher told me. "Lick it off my finger, bitch and then suck my cock clean."

"Yes Master, right away. With pleasure." I replied.

It was not a lie. It was indeed a pleasure to be putting to an end my drinking piss, taking loads of cum, smelling farts, licking ass and the whole works. It will now be over.

I quickly cleaned my Master's softened cock. And as he pulled out, I looked up at him expectantly. He zipped back up and made his way to the other end of the table. I assumed he was going to release me but was surprised instead to feel him lift the sheet and expose the empty jug underneath it. He had already emptied it into my gullet just a few moments ago and I did not want to fill it again so I was holding my piss (actually their piss recycled and filtered many times over by now) so that I would not have to drink that down any more either. Kristopher had a mock look of disappointment on his face.

"Awww, damn guys. It looks like our little urinal is dried up." He announced as he held up the empty jug. "As his last act I was going to empty his recycle container before I let him go. Are you sure you don't need to piss any more, urinal bitch?"

What the fuck was he thinking? There was no way in hell I was going to piss any more into that fucking contraption only to have it poured into my mouth as soon as I did.

"No, Master I am good." I lied, thinking that I was going to be let loose then.

"Are you sure?" Kristopher offered one more time.

"Absolutely, I am all set. May I please be released now?" I asked hoping beyond hope that I was going to be let up.

The game was over and the night was getting late. It was a Sunday and these guys had to go to school tomorrow and Kristopher had to go to work. I was sure I was going to be let free.

"Hmmm I don't know." Kristopher slowly said as he stroked his chin with his fingertips with a look of preponderance on his face. "Does anyone have any objections to releasing our little urinal, cum dump here?"

"I do!" Jon emphatically protested. "If that faggot doesn't have any more piss to give us for him to drink then I think we should make him drink this instead."

Jon picked up an empty sixteen ounce Solo plastic cup and came over to the end table that was strategically placed next to my head. And he slammed it down on the table right in front of me. Since it was empty I was wondering what he had in mind that he wanted me to drink. My curiosity was soon satisfied with a revulsion in my stomach because he leaned over the top of the empty cup and I could hear him take a noisy breathe in through his nose. He was sucking air into his sinuses and cleaning their contents into the back of his throat. And then I heard him collect a loogie into his mouth as he cleared it from his throat. And then I saw a glob fall from his pursed lips. It was a mixture of clear liquid, namely his saliva, but it had a thick, gooey, green glob combined into it. It was the nastiest, huge hocker I had ever seen. It flowed out of his lips and dangled over the cup. He did not just spit it out but let it out drop by drop so that it stretched before my eyes and closed the gap spanning the distance between his mouth and the cup. It came out in one string and you could see the green gob slide its way down the rope before it finally fell into the empty cup. Oh how I wished I had pissed into the jug one more time. I would have so preferred the recycled piss being poured into my mouth over this nasty idea that was now placed in front of me.

"Ok guys, let's fill it up." Jon prompted.

"Nice!" Exclaimed Austin.

And they each took turns doing the same thing Jon had done. They all came up and I was forced to watch as hocker after hocker was deposited into the cup. The thought of them making me drink this down was totally turning my stomach.

Jon came back up after everyone had a turn to make a contribution and picked up the cup. He swirled it around and mixed the contents and then tipped the top of the cup toward my face showing me the foul mixture that the team and their friends concocted and planned on making me guzzle down.

"Master, please have mercy. Don't make me drink that. PLEASE!" I begged Kristopher.

"What you don't want to try this cocktail? I am sure you will like it. Why not give it a little taste?" Austin laughed as he elbowed his bigger brother.

"Damn, bitch that is so rude and inconsiderate of you to ask that after all the guys did to go out of there way to give you a little treat." Kristopher told me. "Did you guys really want him to drink this? I mean we did not ask him if he wanted any refreshments before we went to all that trouble of getting it for him."

And as I suspected there was a round of responses to the question Kristopher put before the jocks.

"Hell yeah!", "Of cousre!", "Abso-fucking-lutely!", "You bet your sweet ass!", "It's the least he could do after all that trouble!", "Fuck yes, it will be his reward for all that he has done for us tonight!"

Jon looked at me with an evil grin. That sick bastard has a taste for perverted, sick, disgusting torture and I did not like him at all.

"Master, please no. Don't do this to me. Please Master." I begged in earnest.

"Well as you know cunt, I am not an unreasonable Master. I tell you what, we can strike up a little deal. As you know we have been keeping score all night long. So I am going to have Austin here tally up the score and then we are going to do a little guessing game. After he tells me how many loads you took tonight you are going to have to guess the final score. It you can guess the score then you do not have to drink our jock-cocktail. But if you are off by, even one point, then it is bottoms up! And you will not be let up until you drink down every last drop." Kristopher detailed to me.

I was screwed and I knew it. There was no fucking way I could ever guess how many loads of piss and cum I had ingested over the period this afternoon and evening. I lost count shortly after it all started. And they came and pissed so frequently that I could not even start to tabulate how many times I was used. Sometimes they just pissed and left. Other times I had to blow them too. And being used on both ends at the same time I was just simply confused as hell. Even if I had been told up front that I would have to make a reckoning of the tabs at the end of the day, I would not have been able to do it. It was an impossible task and Kristopher knew it. He wanted to see me swallow down this shit it was as plain as that.

Austin started his count and I was in a panic. The thought of having spit poured into my mouth from a cup that passed around from one jock to another was making me want to puke. Especially knowing that there was snot mixed into it that was emptied from their sinuses. There was no way I was going to be able to avoid this eventuality and I knew it. And after about five minutes of hearing Austin count to himself under his breathe, I strained my ears to see if I could make out the numbers that he was reciting as his tally grew. But try as I might, I could not make out his words. I was fucked. Austin returned to his older brother's side and whispered into his sibling's ear. A huge grin spread across each of their faces.

"Holy fuck, are you sure?" Kristopher asked incredulously.

"Sure as shit." Exclaimed Austin.

"Ok bitch. What's your guess?" Kristopher asked me.

"Umm Master, I am not sure how to answer. Do you want the loads of piss or the loads of cum or both of them together?" I asked nervously.

"Let's make this interesting. How about you have to do all three. And down to the exact number on each. And if you are off by even just one then you will be drinking down one last load. A present from the whole team." Kristopher dictated.

"Fuck yeah! Hehehehe. I will so love seeing that." Jon high-fived Eddie who was standing next to him.

"Master please at least let me have more than one guess. This is impossible. Please Master, I beg you, please? Let me have more than one guess." I placated.

I wanted to cry. This was so unfair. I was going to be forced to drink their spit and their loogies and I knew it. Kristopher was a sick bastard and he got off on this shit. And I thought he was bad and there could not be anyone worse but I now knew that Jon left Kristopher in the dust when it came to the sick, perverted, twisted olympics.

"Wait a minute, let me check with your other Master." Kristopher held out a slight glint of hope to me.

He looked over at Austin and winked. And the words of his offer were no sooner out of Kristopher's mouth than the response came from Austin. There was not even a split second to allow Austin to think be for the words tumbled out of mouth.

"Umm, NO!" Austin grinned with an evil look.

"Well there you go. So what's your guess?" Kristopher asked. "And you better make it a good one because I can see chunks floating in this shit and I wouldn't want to have to have that in my mouth, let alone have to swallow it. Hehehehe."

"Fuck what am I supposed to do?" I desperately thought.

I guess the best I could do was to take a stab in the dark. Who knows the was an infinitesimal chance that I could guess right. Yeah, like that was going to happen.

"Fuck Master, please? I beg you." I tried once again.

"If you don't guess correctly it's hocker time. And if you do not guess in the next ten seconds then your guess is going to be "zero" and we all know that you took a bunch of piss and cum tonight so a guess of "zero" means you will be swallowing one last load. So make your guess." Kristopher warned.

And Austin started a countdown... "Ten, nine, eight"

And then they all joined in... "seven, six, five"

Sweat formed on my forehead and some numbers popped into my head. From where I have no idea.

"four, three, two" came the countdown.

I closed my eyes and screamed out, "one hundred, one hundred and fifteen, total of two hundred and fifteen."

"Which one was supposed to be piss and which one was supposed to be cum you dumb ass faggot?" Austin corrected me.

"Piss was one hundred and fifteen and cum was one hundred for a total of two hundred and fifteen." I quickly threw out.

"I don't fucking believe it!" Kristopher exclaimed out loud. "He's fucking exactly right on all three counts."

Kristopher winked at Austin.

"That's fucking bullshit!" Jon screamed.

A look of disappointment spread across Jon's face, which was up until this point covered in smugness with the thought of being able to see me have to drink down their spit.

"Are you serious Master? I guessed them all correctly?" I asked incredulously.

"Yep, every single one. I don't fucking believe it." Kristopher stated a second time.

"Hot damn!" I exclaimed. "May I please get up now?"

"Psyche!" Austin and Kristopher shouted at the exact same time.

The both laughed their asses off as they could see the look of contentment wiped away from my face.

"You stupid ass fuck!" Austin cried out. "Do you fucking think you actually drank over a hundred loads of piss and took a hundred loads of cum? You were not even close. You way over-estimate yourself."

All I knew was that the whole afternoon and evening blended into a blur. It seemed like there were at least that many loads.

"Yeah, bitch and now it's time to guzzle down." Jon took the cup and started to bring it up to my face.

"Master's please. That was so unfair. You knew that it would be impossible for me to even come close to guessing. Please, I beg you. I beg all of you to let me have another guess." I pleaded.

Tears started to roll down my cheeks as I panicked. The cup was coming closer to my lips.

"Hold up Jon." Kristopher stopped him. "He's right. It was not fair. There was no way he could have guessed right. Let's give him one more chance."

"Fuck no! I want to see him drink this down." Jon emphatically stated with an evil grin on his face.

"Well you are not his Master. We are." Kristopher corrected him. "And I think we should give him another chance. But only one more. After all I am not an unkind Master."

"Bullshit" I thought because I saw a grin spread across his face and I knew that there was more to come.

"Ok, let's make this easier for you," Kristopher suggested. "You were right, there was no way that you could have guessed how many loads there were. So I am going to make the odds as fair a possible. We will tally up the total loads and all you have to do is guess if the total amount was an odd or an even number. So then you will have a fifty-fifty chance. That is as fair as I can make it. Doesn't that sound fair?"

I knew better than to trust him because there was that grin on his face again. I knew something was up. I was very reluctant to agree.

After a few seconds of waiting for a response from me, Austin asked impatiently, "well doesn't it, cunt?"

"If you swear to it. I guess it is as fair as I can expect from you two." I explained with reservations. "But how do I know whether or not I am right. I mean you just told me that I guessed all three numbers correctly and then you said I didn't. How will I know you won't change it after I guess? I have no way to verify the count."

"Easy," Kristopher explained as he went over to the table and grabbed a napkin. "I will write down the loads on this napkin and after you guess I will show you if you were wrong or right. If you were right then I will let you up and you can go home for the night. But if you are wrong then you will be swallowing every last drop of what is in this cup. Do we have a deal?"

"Sweet, I get to see this bitch drink down my hocker!" Jon declared.

I had no choice. If I said "no" I was sure they would make me drink it any way. So I agreed.

"Yes Master, we have a deal." I gave in.

Kristopher placed the napkin on my back and I could feel him write on it. And then he showed it around to the guys.

"Ok bitch, odd or even?" Kristopher asked.

"Fuck I have no idea, um odd, I guess." I blurted out hoping that I was right.

"Fuck!" Austin shouted.

Kristopher turned the napkin to my face and showed me the totals. There were sixty-five loads of cum and eighty-two loads of piss for a total of one hundred and forty-seven. The total was indeed odd. I could not believe it. I lucked out.

"Well, you lucky bastard, looks like you did it. A deal is a deal." Kristopher stated.

"No he the fuck did not!" Jon shouted as he took the Sharpie and made a mark on my lower back. "This is a total of one hundred and forty-eight loads he took this evening. That's an even number."

And he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out and held it up to my face. I was not about to open my mouth and take another load of piss. I was not fucking stupid. Kristopher was just about to let me go. Why the hell would I screw that up?

"In you or on you, doesn't matter to me. Either way you are taking my last load of piss and that is going to make it an even number you cunt." Jon exclaimed.

And a hot blast of piss hit my face. I immediately closed my eyes as the fluid splashed over my face and ran down onto the pillows I was resting on. I closed them just in time to prevent them from getting piss in them.

"It's a damn good thing I have another pillow on my bed you fucker!" Kristopher told Jon.

And after about thirty seconds more his flow stopped and Jon laughed, "Hehehe, I win."

"Master?" I sputtered as I shook my head to clear piss off of my face.

"You heard him say it," Austin replied to me. "A deal is a deal. The total is now even. Unless someone wants to piss or cum one more time!"

And with that Jon made a threat to all of them. "Anyone even tries it and I will cut your nuts off and feed them to him."

He pointed to me as he stared them all down. "Any takers?"

"I didn't think so." Jon said with glee as the evil grin reappeared on his face.

And then I wanted to puke as Jon picked up the cup and held it up to my lips and tipped it. I was fucked. The liquid that they brewed up touched my lips but I was not going to open my mouth. I refused to. But Jon quickly realized this and so he plugged my nose with his other hand. The spit had cooled off by now and was cold against my lips. I was repulsed by the idea of this shit even entering into my mouth. But my oxygen supply was cut off and soon I was going to have to open my mouth. I had no choice. It was just a waiting game on his part. And he knew it.

"Come on baby, open up and take a taste." Jon tried to coerce me.

I turned my head violently but no matter what way I turned it, he followed it with the cup and firmly held my nose. I struggled in my bonds and try as I might I could do nothing but open my mouth. I was desperate to take in a mouthful of air but instead my tongue was greeted by a cold concoction of spit and mucus that had been stored in their noses and backs of their throats. The spit had no taste, but the chunks that were mixed in with it had a salty taste and I gagged as the fluid slid into my mouth. Because the mixture was dammed up against my mouth when I opened up, I was not able to breathe in yet. So my mouth was filled with the slimy substance and I still had not taken a breath yet and my lungs burned and screamed out for air. Jon still had my nose closed off. The only way I would be able to take in a breath was to empty my mouth out first. He had me fucked. I gulped down the mouthful of spit and hockers. I could feel them slide to the back of my tongue and pass into my throat. They were salty and slimy. I coughed as I inhaled with a passion.

"Hehehe, that's it. Now you are seeing reason you fucking faggot!" Jon said tipping the cup back down.

I coughed, sputtered and gagged. I felt like vomiting. And I came close to it. I fought the feeling back because there is nothing worse than to puke. I hated it beyond belief. I closed my eyes in concentration to keep from having the vile liquid spew back up out of my stomach.

"See guys, the bitch is enjoying our little treat. Look at his face." Jon invited the guys to look at me. "He is savoring the taste. Let's indulge him in it."

Jon released my nose and tipped the cup up to me again.

"Don't make me plug your nose again, fucker. You know I can do it so just don't fight me. Take this like you know you want to. Only this time when I pour some in I don't want you to swallow it right away. Hold it in your mouth." Jon instructed me. "Got it bitch?"

I knew better than to fight him so I nodded my head. And he passed another mouthful into my mouth. And again I wanted to gag. The idea of what was swimming around in my mouth at the moment was making me want to heave. Jon stopped the flow into my mouth by tipping the cup back down.

"Now bitch, show us all how much you enjoy having our loogies on your tongue. Gargle them." Jon told me. "And I will tell you when you can stop."

I inhaled through my nose and tilted my head back as far as I could. It was a difficult task since I was lying on my stomach. And I gargled the repulsive fluid. You could hear the mixture percolate in my mouth. I imagined that the globs of scum looked like fish swimming around in a fishbowl. My mouth issued forth a sound similar to that of a carburetor as the air bubbled up through my throat and out of my mouth. As the air pushed its way through the viscous, slimy liquid, the globs of secretions that the jocks procured from their noses and throats sloshed up against my tongue and with it brought a taste of saltiness that I found to be the epitome of nastiness. I ran out of breath and had to inhale through my nose again to start over because Jon had not told me I could stop. I took a brief break in order to breathe in but started right back up. Jon made me continue doing this for what I estimated to be about an entire minute. And then he gave me the go-ahead to swallow.

"That's long enough, cunt!" Jon stated. "Swallow."

I did not know what was worse, having to taste the foulness of their slime against my tongue or the feeling of it slip down my throat in a string as I swallowed. I gagged again. But I forced it down.

"Damn, there is only enough here for one more swallow." Jon informed everyone.

"Ok then, it's getting late. We need to get going. We all have school tomorrow and Kristopher has to go to work. So I have one last idea for that cup. We can let this faggot up since the party is just about over. He can stay and clean up. You guys are welcome to go and we will do this again soon. But as part of his reward he gets while he cleans up is that we pour the last bit of spit into his mouth and he is not allowed to swallow it until all this shit is cleaned up. And I mean spotless. He can savor the flavor while he is busy tidying up. Hehehehe." Austin announced.

And Kristopher came over to me and reached down and started taking the duct tape off of me. Holy fuck it hurt like hell. It felt like he was peeling my skin off. When he grabbed the first piece from around my ankle and yanked it pulled out all my hair. I was shocked by the sensation that ran up my leg. The pain was extreme.

"Aaaaayyyyyy fuck!!!!!!!!" I yelled.

"Jon, you heard Austin, give him his reward because I don't want to hear him bitch any more while I am letting him loose. I am fucking doing him a favor and he fucking objects to it." Kristopher directed him.

Jon tipped the cup up one last time and the remainder of the putrid fluid slipped between my lips and into my mouth and pooled over my tongue. And while that was going on, the guys filed out and shouted good-byes and thanks and what-not. Austin saw them all to the door except for Jon.

In the meantime Kristopher took no time at all undoing my bonds. The rest of my hair was pulled off my ankles and wrists as he violently pulled the duct tape away. He stripped my balls of their sticky wrappings and I wanted to release a scream but with my mouth full of jock-saliva and hockers, I could not protest. And with the release of the duct tape, I was once again a free agent. With the exception of my video bond to Kristopher and Austin. That bond was never going to be released and my fate was sealed. I was to be enslaved to these two fuckers for the rest of my life and I was to experience shit like what happened to me tonight for as long as they saw fit.

Kristopher went over to the end table and picked up my trophy and disappeared into the kitchen with it. I wondered where he was going and I supposed he went to go dump it out. Good riddance!

I got up off the table and flexed my sore arms and legs. I was stiff all over. I almost fell over because I had not moved in so long that I had lost the feelings in my legs. I rubbed my wrists and stooped over and rubbed my ankles. All the while my mouth was full of hockers. They must have been heavy because it seemed like the concentration of them in this mouthful was higher than the first two. They must have been heavy and sank to the bottom of the cup. I could actually feel chunks in them as they rested against my tongue. I wanted to get rid of my mouthful of the sick liquid as soon as possible so I started cleaning up immediately. I started with the cup that Jon had used to collect the jock-spit but Austin stopped me.

"Keep that out bitch. When you get done cleaning up you can use that cup to show us that you did in fact keep the reward in your mouth that the guys wanted to give you tonight. We don't want you fucking cheating by spitting it out while we are not looking." He told me.

So I started in on the mess. Every one had left except Kristopher, Austin and Jon. And they all congregated in the living room and watched TV while I got the place back in order. I made quick work of it. I wanted to get this spit out of my mouth and I wanted to go home and puke. It did not take me long to pick up. While I scurried around, I heard the three of them in the living room laughing it up.

Soon I was done and I came into the living room to let them know I was finished.

"What the fuck do you want, cunt?" Kristopher demanded from me.

"What I want is to get the fucking hell out of this madhouse and away from the three of you fucks!" Is what I thought but I could not say that even if I wanted to because my mouth was still full of the spit and loogies that Jon collected from the team and their friends.

I just stood there waiting for him to realize I was done.

"Well, fuck-face?" He glared at me.

And then the idea occurred to me to get the cup Jon used so that I could mime to him that I was ready to show him what was in my mouth the whole time I was cleaning and he could instruct me to spit it out and show the three of them.

And that is exactly what I did. I got the cup and showed it to them and pointed to my mouth.

"Oh, the fucker wants to spit out his reward." Austin finally realized.

"There's no fucking 'off' position on your genius switch, is there Einstein?" I thought to myself.

They stood up and inspected the place. It met their approval. Except for the table that they had made for me with the saw horses. And Kristopher directed me to get dressed and take the parts to the table back out to the shed.

"I don't want that fucker streaking around the neighborhood. That's all I need to have the neighbors call the cops because a jay-bird is roaming around my back yard." Kristopher let out. "Get the table put away and then you can empty the contents of your mouth into the cup and then you can go home."

"Yeah but he will have to drink it back down before he leaves, right?" Jon added.

"Of course." Austin clarified.

With the light at the end of my tunnel rapidly approaching, I dressed as fast as I could and I made the three trips to the shed to place the saw horses and plywood back into the shed.

When I returned to the pad, they were all standing there by the door as I entered. It looked as though Jon was getting ready to leave himself. I emptied the contents of my mouth into the cup and when they were all satisfied that it still contained the hockers that Jon harvested from the jocks, they forced me to gulp it back down. Jon just laughed.

"So just twenty bucks a week and that's it?" He asked Austin.

"Yep, just twenty bucks. You can't beat that." Austin told Jon.

"Fucking sweet!" You are gonna be on my payroll, Jon informed him.

"And I can have him any time?" Jon asked looking for clarification.

And what I heard next made my heart jump up into my throat.

"Any time we are not using him." Kristopher mandated.

Holy fuck! What I think I just heard was Austin cementing a deal with Jon to allow him to use me in exchange for twenty dollars a week. This can't be fucking happening. I hated Kristopher because he was sick and perverted. But he does not hold a candle to the things I think that Jon would come up with. Jon seemed to be a sadistic fuck with nasty ideas. I hated this guy even more than Kristopher.

"You gonna have the cash though? I mean I know you don't have a job and all." Austin asked him.

"Oh, I am sure I will have it. After all, what good is a slave if you can't use him to make money for yourself." Jon informed my two Masters.

"Quite right." Austin replied. "Then hell it's going to be fifty dollars a week and not a penny less. And it does not matter if you have the opportunity to use him or not. It is a lease. Just like with a car. You make the payment whether you drive it or not. Same here with this cunt. Fifty bucks a week whether or not you use him."

"You got a deal." Jon said offering his hand out to Austin.

And with that Austin grabbed his hand shook it, sealing the contract.

"Bitch, say hello to your new Master. Master Jon." Austin directed me.

Kristopher smiled.

I wanted to vomit on the spot.

I hate that fucker! No! I hate ALL of those fuckers!