Sex Pot Chapter 13
The Sex Pot
(A Poker Game Story)
By
Randy MacAnus
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Chapter 13
Now that we were home, it was time to begin training the twins. They entered the house naked, collared, and with their hands behind their heads, elbows out to the side. Unlike Freddy, they were in no rush. Their body language was like a pair of proud soldiers marching to war. The neighbors knew we were bringing a pair of new trainees to the house, and were out in force to welcome them.
There were gasps of breath and then oohs and aahs. Our naked teens were just that beautiful. When the twins heard that they grinned at each other. Monster was tugging on his leash, but not hard. I think he couldn't figure out which boy to go for! We hadn't discussed giving them to Monster. Maybe, if one or both needed significant punishment. I'd have to talk to my housemates about that, but I wasn't enthusiastic about the idea.
We brought the boys into the backyard, followed by all the men in the neighborhood. As nothing seemed to phase the boys, we decided to allow the neighbors to view the twins' afternoon training. After the airport I didn't think this would bother them too much. In fact, they seemed to revel in the attention! Interesting. We had set up two fuck benches in the backyard. The boys knew what they were, but had never used or even seen one.
I ordered each boy to lay on one. They were a little hesitant at first, because they were unfamiliar with them. But after a quick inspection and a little discussion, they placed themselves on the benches and allowed themselves to be strapped down. They were so hot I could hardly stand it!
I found out later that they were hesitant for another reason. Before we used them at the airport, they had never been restrained in any way. But while that had made them uncomfortable, their father, and others they knew were present. Now, they were about to be completely helpless in the hands of strangers. I hadn't thought of that at the time. In retrospect, it was kind of amazing that they didn't hesitate more, or even panic. They told me that they decided they trusted us. When I asked why, they said it was because of the fact that, despite his weeks of training, their brother was clearly in good health, not fearful, and unmarked. Smart kids!
The fuck benches put the boys at an upward angle, so they were in ideal position to receive both anal and oral. We started by training their mouths. Their father Michael had discussed oral with them, but not used their mouths or provided dildo training. So they were starting from scratch. I checked that they knew what a spider gag was, and they did. But they had never seen one.
As they would be Doms when their training was done, I showed them the gags and explained how to insert them, for future reference. Then Jack and I gagged them, so they wouldn't have to worry about teeth touching our over-sized tools.
We began by training them how to use their tongues to give pleasure. As Doms they might well provide this kind of oral to boys they were seducing, though we didn't expect them to submit to face fucking. We'd face fuck them, of course. It would be a first step in learning how they could do that with their subs. It would also be fun for the six of us! But we wanted their oral skills highly developed before we went balls deep into their mouths.
The crowd was mesmerized, as they watched the incredibly hot, bound and naked high school boys lose their oral cherries. Every man there was rubbing his crotch. They knew we weren't going to share the boys. Our agreement with their father stipulated that it would only be the six of us using them. But I didn't doubt that every man there was visualizing having their way with these beauties.
We had ordered the boys to keep eye contact with the owners of the cocks in their mouths at all times. But I noticed they would give the crowd the side eye from time to time. Who could blame them? They were naked and helpless in a strange town. They had no access to their clothes. They were surrounded by men they didn't know, who clearly would have jumped their bones in a heartbeat if given the chance!
For their first experience, we limited the penetration to their mouths and instructed them in the fine art of using their tongues to give pleasure to a cock head. They were tentative at first, but rapidly improved. After all, they had read extensively on the subject! We decided to leave swallowing for the next day. We wanted them to be able to suck without a spider gag, before they swallowed. It's doable but kind of a challenge with the gag in. Instead our loads wound up on their faces and chests.
With six of us, each boy took three cocks orally for the enjoyment of the crowd--and the six of us! We checked to see if they were up for more, but it was clear they were exhausted. They indicated they needed the spider gags out so they could talk. Once they were out, they let us know their situation.
Edward said, "My mouth is really sore. I'm sure I'll build more stamina, but I could use some recovery time."
Ethan said, "I think I sprained my tongue."
Everyone cracked up laughing at that. I asked them if they could handle being fucked again. After all, four of us hadn't used their asses yet! They looked at each other, did their silent twin communication thing, looked back at us, then smiled and nodded. This pleased me. These kids had us all really horned up and ready to go!
Each ass would be pounded at least twice. I was sure they'd have another orgasm, but wasn't sure they'd have two. So I decided to make things more interesting for them, and us.
"If you boys manage to have two orgasms from the two guys fucking each of you, you'll be done for awhile. If you manage less then two, the fucking will continue until you have two. And whoever is inside you when you have the second orgasm happens, gets to finish, no matter how long it takes him. If you have a third orgasm before that man is done, you will be punished here in the yard, by of all these men."
Every man in the yard grinned and began another crotch rub. The boys looked at each other, shrugged, then turned to me and nodded agreement. I was amazed at their casual attitude. It turned out the twins had never submitted to corporal punishment. So they didn't understand what they were in for. I had no doubt that Freddy would be facing regular punishment. It was important that the twins feel what that was like, and understand the need for the Dom to control himself. We did not want the twins to cause any permanent damage to their subs.
They also needed to understand what was a turn-on for the sub, and what was likely to be traumatic. We certainly weren't planning on traumatizing the twins. But we needed to bring them to tears. Then we would show them the benefits of holding and comforting the sub, after punishment.
I didn't really expect a third orgasm. But you never know. We all had Tantric level skills and could hold our releases for a long time--or not, depending on the circumstances. So the six of us figured we were up to the challenge.
Since George had missed out on Freddy's televised fucking, he and I would go first. We would go long enough to ensure one orgasm, but not a second. Mike and Tom would go second. They would cum as soon as the boys seemed close. This would ensure that the boys would have to take a third dick, and be very horned up.
As Frank and Jack had fucked them at the airport, they would go third. They'd already shot a load and figured to last longer just based on that fact. They would go as long as they could. After they generated a second orgasm their challenge was to last long enough to cause a third.
As the twins still had the butt plugs inserted from their use at the airport, and were tied to the fuck benches, there was no need to stand on ceremony. Condoms on, dicks lubed, butt plugs out, and penetration with a single thrust. Both boys gasped and grunted at the invasion, but made no other sound. Their cocks were hard in less than a minute.
Being sixteen, both boys got horned up really quickly. Well, they were already pretty horned up, from the day's sexual activity, and the public nudity. In less than ten minutes, both had shot their loads, to the cheers of the crowd. The relentless fucking continued for another twenty minutes. At that point the boys were hard, dripping and beginning to hump back against us. So George and I promptly finished.
We pulled out abruptly. Mike and Tom took plenty of time, before they entered, much to the twins' frustration. They'd lost their hard-ons by that time. My housemates then entered in a single thrust and began pounding hard and fast. The boys took a few minutes to get hard again, but were starting to drip and hump after just a few minutes.
But much to the boys' exasperation, the men in their butts came and abruptly pulled out--and the boys started begging for more! Frank and Jack stepped up, immediately penetrating and plowing those cute willing asses. The boys came in less than three minutes. Unfortunately for the twins, Frank and Jack were only just getting started.
It took twenty minutes for the boys to return to a hard and dripping state. Ten minutes later they went into auto-hump, moaning like two dollar whores. Frank and Jack were in full Tantric mode. The boys didn't have a chance. And in that moment they didn't care about the inevitable punishment. They wanted that third orgasm!!
It took another five minutes for the boy's to blow their loads. And the crowd cheered again! They were going to get their hands on those cute little butts!! But the butt fucking wasn't over. Frank and Jack had decided to show off. They kept right on fucking those sore butts for another fifteen minutes. By that time the boys were hard and moaning again. Although this time the moans had more to do with how sore their butt holes were than it did another orgasm.
Frank and Jack finished, and remained in those sore butts until they began to deflate. They pulled out with a pop, and gave those thoroughly fucked butts a hard slap. It would be the first of many!
I walked in front of the boys and got their attention. They looked up at me with glazed eyes and dopey smiles.
"I'm guessing you enjoyed that."
They nodded in unison.
"Excellent! Now let's see how much you enjoy your punishment for that third orgasm. Now as I told you, we intend to bring you to the point of tears. You need you to know what this experience is like for a sub, and you need to know how far you can go without causing damage or real emotional trauma. If you don't think you can handle that this first time, just tell me, and I'll limit the men to one spank each, instead of two."
The boys looked at each, smiled, turned back to me and said, "Go for it!" in unison.
I turned to the crowd and said, "Gentlemen, you will each get to land one hard open-handed slap on each butt cheek. Please line up behind the boy of your choice. Just make sure there's an equal number of men behind each boy."
The men quickly lined up, with a little shuffling around to get the lines even. My housemates joined the lines at the end. As they were highly experienced, they could judge how hard the final slaps needed to be. I would take the last spot once I'd spoken to the boys.
"As I want you free to make noise, but don't want any neighbors calling the police, I am going to insert ball gags in your mouths. I fully expect you to be crying when this is over. That is not a sign of weakness. It's simply a healthy release of emotion, from the pain."
The boys nodded. I inserted the gags, and moved to my place in line. The men at the front of each line were taking advantage of the wait to gently rub and stroke those pretty butts. Monster had been tied to the fence, or I think he might have pushed people out of the way and mounted one of the boys. After all, the smell of sex was in the air!
The spanks began, one to each cheek. As each man finished, he moved aside and watched--some from the back, some from the front to watch the boys' reactions. The boys managed to remain quiet until about halfway through. At that point moans started. A few minutes later there were sobs.
When it was over their butts were bright red, but with no purple bruising, cuts or abrasions. And the sobs were uncontrolled. Jack moved to Ethan and I moved to Edward. We each gently rubbed pain cream into the butts in front of us. Then we slowly massaged backs and shoulders, as the crowd silently watched. Finally, we released the restraints and took our respective boys into our arms.
We removed the ball gags, as Frank arrived from the kitchen with bottles of ice cold water. When a person gets a lump in their throat, that's the swallowing muscles going into spasm. Drinking the cold water breaks the spasm, and the person feels better very quickly. We had the boys drink some water, and the sobs went away. But they continued to cling to us for several minutes.
When they were finally cried out, and emotionally under control, Jack and I picked them up and carried our beautiful naked boys into the house, as the crowd dispersed. We sat with the boys in our arms, and held them for a long time. This was a new experience for them, and we wanted it to end well. We talked quietly with the boys.
I asked them how they felt. Ethan said, "We've never been hugged or held like this. Father is not an affectionate man. Mother was only affectionate with Freddy. This is definitely the best part of the day for me."
Edward agreed. So we continued to hold the boys as they talked about their feelings about the various things that had happened during the day. Frank cooked dinner as we talked. Eventually we all sat down to a nice meal. Our teen beauties remained naked, of course!
That night, instead of putting them in cages, each boy slept in the arms of one of us.
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