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SIR'S bitch IN THE BACKROOM
Chapter 4
Todd's eyes were almost crackling with contempt as he took a long, leisurely stare at my naked body, starting and finishing with my fully-displayed cunt. "Aren't you the pretty picture, boy?" he asked rhetorically in a voice loud enough to elicit chuckles from the back of the room. But then, as he loomed over me, he let his voice drop in volume and adopted an almost conversational tone, but one which didn't completely hide the malice lurking just beneath the surface of his demeanor and was still loud enough to be heard by everyone standing close to me.
"Colt, Colt, Colt," he started and then stopped, shaking his head. Todd just stood staring at me for a few moments and then i saw that wicked smile i knew so well. "you know, Colt," he began, "that name just doesn't seem to fit you anymore. Not seeing you like this, spread out like a whore desperate for more and more cock. I just can't see you as a colt, a young stallion, frolicking in some meadow, feeling his oats. Maybe a filly. Maybe filly would work. What do you think, boy? You think we should start calling you 'Filly?'"
"Naw," he went on, not waiting for me to reply. "That doesn't really do it for me either. You don't breed fillies and, God knows, you've been bred a lot tonight. Now mares, mares you breed. Put one out in a paddock when she's in heat and just let the stallions go at her. Maybe we should call you 'Mare' from now on."
He stopped as if he were pondering that possibility, but then shook his head again. "No," he concluded, "that really isn't descriptive of you either. A mare pretty much limits herself to well-hung stallions, frisky young things in their sexual prime, and I've watched you tonight, boy. It's not just the stallions you're willing to take on, it's any dude who's got a hard dick and a pair of dangling balls between his legs. That's all you need to see to spread your cunt wide and let him in. Just a hard dick and a pair of nads. Like some mongrel bitch with a pack of dogs going after her. The bitch doesn't care if it's a Great Dane or a Schnauzer, just so it's got a dick to stick into her. Just like you, boy. Just like you."
Todd paused for dramatic effect, as if an idea had just occurred to him. But watching him from my position on the platform, i knew what was coming and i was sure he had thought this whole scene out ahead of time. So i braced myself as he moved in for the kill. "I think that's it, boy. 'Bitch.' Now there's a name that works for me, boy. Punchy. Short. Descriptive. It fits you to a 'T.' Yeah, 'Bitch.' That's definitely it. That's your new name boy. No more 'Colt.' From now on you're just 'Bitch.'"
"So, Bitch," he looked down at me, his bright blue eyes alight with glee, "you like your new name? Isn't it so much better than 'Colt?' Isn't it so much more descriptive, descriptive, the way a name should be, so that when you hear it you know immediately just what type of person you're meeting? You like it, don't you, Bitch?"
Just looking at Todd i knew he was going to insist that i answer his question. That was just the way he was, the way i had been in my former life. When you had your quarry down, you made sure he never got back up. You crushed his ego underneath the heel of your boot. i swallowed hard and looked up at my former friend, "Yes, sir," i responded in a soft voice. "i like my new name." What else could i say? i didn't have any real choice. And, besides, Todd was right. The name did fit me. It did describe what I had become. Hell, i even introduced myself as "Sir's bitch" now. What difference did it make if 'Bitch' became my actual name? But it still stung. It still hurt to abandon 'Colt' the name i'd lived so much of my life under. It was like the door to my past life was closing - firmly, irrevocably - never to open again.
Todd made no attempt to veil his feelings of triumph. He was grinning broadly. "Good. So we're agreed. No more 'Colt.' From now on, your name is 'Bitch.'"
"Yes, sir," i surrendered. "From now on, my name is 'Bitch.'"
Having disposed of my name, Todd's face quickly resumed its earlier stern cast and his voice was infused with so much anger that i realized it had to be unfeigned. "Well, now that that's settled, Bitch," he began, "I have to tell you that I'm very disappointed in you. I mean, I thought we were friends. I thought I could trust you. And here I come to find out that, all along, you've been playing me, playing all of us, since that first time we met - acting like you were one of the guys, a Real Man, when all the while you were just another bitch masquerading as a Man."
"And now, when you finally decide to drop your phony facade and let the world see you for what you really are, do you tell us? Do you tell the friends you lied to and misled, give us the first chance to bitch you out, to fuck your slimy pussy like the little whore you are? No, Bitch, you don't. you show up in the backroom of The Pit and invite total strangers to have a go at your cunt - you let guys you've never even seen before fuck you like the back-alley slut you always were. Considering how you played us, Bitch, that's really disrespectful. Really disrespectful. And you need to be punished for that - you need to be taught respect and what happens to bitches when they fail to give Real Men the respect they deserve."
Todd must have been able to see in my eyes the fear i was feeling, because all of a sudden he laughed. "Oh, not now, Bitch. Not now," he reassured me. "This isn't the place and there isn't nearly enough time left tonight to punish you properly - not the way you deserve. And besides, I want all of the guys to be there, all of the guys you lied to and convinced that you were a regular guy, a Real Man, just like them. you - a Real Man," he added with disgust, "just seeing you down on your back with your ass in the air and your pussy already bruised and battered from being plugged all night shows how laughable that is."
"So, no, Bitch, not tonight," he continued. "Next Saturday night. We'll start early - say 6:00 p.m. - and go late - say dawn - someplace private where we won't feel inhibited in punishing you fully - say my apartment. you understand me, cuntboy?" he asked leaning right into my face and sneering at me, "Next Saturday, 6:00 p.m., my place. Be there. you understand, Bitch?"
i managed to croak out a strangled, "yes, sir," because there was really nothing else i could say, but my mind was in turmoil. What would i tell Sir? What if He didn't let me go? What are they going to do to me if He does?
Todd was still right in my face, looking at me with palpable contempt. "And I trust I don't have to warn you not to be late, Bitch. I'm not going to threaten you and tell you that if you are late you'll just be making things worse for yourself because, to be honest, I can't see how things could be much worse than what I already have planned for you. But I'll tell you this, pussy-boy. For every minute you're late, you're going to stay an extra hour. Every minute - an hour. Remember that, Bitch. As it is, I've got a feeling that by the time the sun comes up Sunday morning, you won't be able to crawl out of my apartment fast enough - that is if you can still crawl."
i was literally shaking as he straightened up. "And now, Bitch," he continued in a much louder voice, "get your lazy cunt off that platform. It's time you had to work for the cock you want so bad. Get your fucking ass up, Bitch. Now!"
Though i moved as quickly as i could to get off the platform, when i tried to stand my legs, which have been spread so widely apart the entire night, suddenly gave out on me and i stumbled into Todd, almost falling. He steadied me with a hand to my shoulder and then reached down and grabbed my hard diclit with his other hand. Holding it tightly in his grip, he smirked at me. "Feeling a little unsteady, Bitch?" he asked, tightening his hold on my junk, "a little tired after taking a dozen cocks up your pussy?" When i failed to answer, assuming it was a rhetorical question, he squeezed hard and a loud groan burst from my lips. "I asked you a question, boy," he snarled, "and when a Real Man asks a cuntboy like you a question, what you do is answer it. Understand that, Bitch?"
"Yes, sir," i managed to croak out as he gave my scrotum another painful squeeze. "I guess my legs are a little shaky because I've been holding them up so long in the same position, sir," i responded to his previous question.
"Well, aren't you the lucky little whore," Todd laughed mirthlessly. "Cause now you're going to get a chance to work the kinks out of those sore thigh muscles - you're going to give them a real good workout, too." With that, he shouldered me aside and proceeded to sit down on the platform, right at the edge with his legs stretched out in front of him. Then, he leaned back on to the platform, his huge, hard, condom-covered dick pointing straight into the air.
Looking at his hard cock, i had to shudder. It was as massive as i remembered, the biggest cock I had ever actually seen in person. i'd seen it a number of times before, when the two of us shared some slutboy we were screwing the shit out of - but then i wasn't the little bitch that was going to have that monster shoved up my cunt. i knew that this was a cock capable of doing a lot of damage to my cunt-hole and i didn't even have to look at Todd to realize that that was exactly what he intended to do.
i was just standing there, transfixed by his cock, when i realized he was glaring at me. "Yes, sir?" i asked, hating the tentativeness, the nervousness i could hear in my own voice.
"Just what the fuck are you waiting for, faggot," he rejoined angrily, "an engraved invitation? Get up on the fucking platform and get that bitch cunt of yours working on my cock. Now!"
"Yes, sir," i immediately answered, jarred out of my lethargy by his growing impatience, knowing that this was not the time to piss him off, not when he was about to fuck my already-sore cunt with his giant tool.
i climbed up onto the platform, still a little bit wobbly, with my feet straddling his body, careful not to step on him, afraid to even think of what he might do to me if i did. i was just about to squat down over his cock when he interrupted me. "No, Bitch," he directed. "The other way. I want you to start out reverse cowboy style, so the other guys here can get a real good view of your face as you pound the shit out of your faggot pussy on a Real Man's cock."
"Yes, sir," i murmured as i carefully turned around and repositioned myself. Because his cock was so close to the front of the platform once i was in place my toes actually protruded over the platform's edge and i realized that, unless i was careful, i could lose my balance and tumble head first onto the floor.
Though i kept my eyes down, looking at the floor, as i reached under myself to position his cock on my cunt-hole, i could feel the guys in the room edging closer to the platform. It was obvious that they all knew that Todd was about to put on be a real show for them and they didn't want to miss anything.
"That's it, Bitch," i heard Todd say behind me just as i felt the crown of his hard cock butting against the battered edges of my pussy-lips. i tensed myself as i prepared to lower my cunt-hole onto his cock, but then he told me: "Just hold the position you're in, faggot. I'll tell you when you can let your hungry pussy swallow my meat. Right now, though, I want to warm up your buns, get them nice and hot so you can really enjoy fucking yourself on a Real Man's cock." And, with that, he started whaling away at my cuntholder.
Virtually every guy who'd fucked me that night had taken the opportunity to spank my ass a little, but none of them could hold a candle to the way my former cruising-buddy proceeded to tan my butt-cheeks. The entire room reverberated with the sound of his rigid hand smashing into my fleshy bubble-butt. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. As Todd continued to slap away at my ass, the crowd began to become animated again. It was obvious that he was hurting me and equally obvious that the crowd was enjoying it. They were enjoying watching a cuntboy getting a hard ass-thrashing from 'a Real Man.' And they began to urge him on, telling him to "spank the little whore harder," to "make the slut feel the pain," to "pound the little pussy's ass into mush." Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
Behind me, i could hear my erstwhile friend laughing as he continued to punish my cuntholder, making it burn so badly, bruising my butt-cheeks deep down where the pain would linger for days. And, as the brutal spanking went on and on, i knew that it would be days before i'd be able to sit down without wincing, without remembering squatting over his huge dick with my cunt-lips beginning to spread apart around the crown of his cock while my cuntholder was battered and beaten and i cried like a little boy. Because i was crying by then. As much as i hated it, the tears were flowing freely down my face and, though i was doing the best to suppress them, audible sobs were escaping my throat. And, because i was facing into the room, everyone could see that i was crying and i was so embarrassed by that, so unbelievably humiliated knowing that all these strangers were seeing me cry like a little boy as Todd continued to burnish my defenseless ass. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
Suddenly, a bright light illuminated my face. i looked up to see that Raphael, my other friend, another guy i'd hung with, and joked with, and cruised for bitches with, was standing right in front of me. He was obviously next in line - waiting his turn to fuck my faggot cunt. And he was holding a camcorder, not a smart-phone, a fucking camcorder. And he was recording me as i was getting my cuntholder blistered, as i was crying like a little boy - like a little girl - like a bitch, as i was begging Todd to please, PLEASE stop spanking my ass so HARD. And he was laughing at me even as he continued to record, laughing so hard he was having trouble holding the camcorder steady.
All i could think about was that all of my friends, everyone i knew, was going to be seeing this video, seeing me spanked, seeing me cry, seeing me beg. And they were all going to laugh at me, just like Raphael was laughing at me now. And the humiliation that washed over me was so deep that it made it hard to think, it made it hard to even breathe. And all I could hear was: Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
i have no idea how long that beating went on. The scorching pain, the abject humiliation, the incredible shame of it just continued and continued. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. i had never felt so small, so worthless, so much a pure object of scorn in my life and i couldn't help but wonder if even Sir could mend me after it was over, after the spanking ended, if the spanking ever ended. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
And then, suddenly, there was silence. Absolute, complete silence. And i realized the spanking had stopped. It was finally over. Then, in an instant, the silence was gone as the entire room erupted in cheers and applause. All these men had watched me writhe and squeal in torment, had watched me cry out in pain and weep like a baby, had heard me beg and plead for mercy. They have seen the raw, pure agony i had gone through - and they had enjoyed it. They had enjoyed my pain, enjoyed my suffering, enjoyed my humiliation and, when i realized that, it was almost more than i could bear, and despite myself, i began crying again.
But Todd wasn't finished with me. Hell, he was just beginning with me. And, even as the tears cascaded down my face, i heard him mocking me. "Oh, yeah, Bitch, your ass looks hot. Bet it feels hot to," he added with a contemptuous snort. "Well, boy, I'm tired. Now that I warmed you up, it's time you went to work. I want you to start fucking your bitch pussy on my cock. And I don't expect any half-assed efforts on your part. I want you to go at it like you mean it. All the way down, then all the way back up. On every stroke, faggot. Do you hear me? All the way down, then all the way up on every stroke. I've got a pretty big cock and it'd probably hurt your average faggot to pound away at it like that but, then again, you're not the average faggot, are you, Bitch? No, you're a super-hungry little cuntboy, aren't you, Bitch, aren't you?"
The way he paused, i knew he expected an answer - i knew i had to answer. "Yes, sir," i murmured in a small voice.
"Louder, Bitch," he snarled, not letting up on me for a moment, not giving me an inch, not wanting to leave me with even a smidgeon of self-respect. "I want you to tell everyone here how badly you want my big cock up your faggot cunt, how much you need it, how much your bitch pussy just aches to be fucked by a Real Man? You understand, cuntboy?"
"Yes, sir," i replied, hanging my head. i knew i was going to do it. i knew i was going to humiliate myself in front of all of those guys. And i hated Todd for making me do that. And i almost hated Sir for sending me to The Pit, making me whore myself out like i was doing. But, most of all, i hated myself - i hated that part of me that made me want other men to abuse me, to humiliate me; the part of me that got turned on when other guys treated me like a bitch; the part of me that, even then, was making my diclit hard as a rock, seeping pre-cum like a leaky faucet. i hated that part most of all.
With the tears glistening in my eyes, i raised my head and looked around the room, at all the guys who were turned on by my humiliation, who were excited by seeing me degraded. And i gave them what they wanted. "Please let me fuck my faggot cunt on your big dick, sir," i pleaded in a loud voice, almost shouting. "Please let me fuck my hungry boy-twat on your cunt-buster. Please, sir. i want it so bad, sir. i need it so bad. i need to feel your big dick up my tight little boy-hole. Please, sir, i really want to cram your giant boner up my bitch pussy "
"I bet you do, faggot," i heard Todd chuckle behind me. And then i yelped as a stinging slap landed on my crimson cuntholder. "Well, faggot, what are you waiting for? Get going. Fuck yourself silly on my big dick. Oh, and one last thing, Bitch," he added, just as i was steeling myself to begin fucking my boypussy on his big dick, "make sure to hold your boyvaires up, out of the way, so everyone can get a real clear view of my hard rod reaming out your sloppy cunt."
Visibly wincing at his use of the term 'boyvaries' to describe my balls, i grabbed my junk in my right hand and raised it out of the way. Then i gritted my teeth and forced myself to sit down on the rigid, throbbing slab of iron jutting up from his groin. As the tip of the cock pierced through my pussy-lips and the whole length followed quickly behind, i could feel it pulsing inside my cunt. It seemed even bigger than i knew it was, bigger than it possibly could be. And i realized that i was too tense, too nervous. i needed to relax, to chill - i needed a hit from the poppers. But i had put them down when i scrambled off the platform and they were behind me - out of reach. And as i could feel my ass painfully nestle up against Todd's pubic hair, i couldn't help but gasp at the size of the dick that was now in my pussy.
He felt so fucking massive inside of me. His dick filled my cunt so completely that it almost felt like it was Sir's fist inside of me. And i couldn't help thinking of Sir's big fist reaming me out completely, as He had done that night He fisted my tight fuck-hole. And just the thought of Sir made my diclit get even harder, made the pre-cum ooze out faster and, with a start i looked up and realized that all these guys could see my diclit waving in the air dripping pre, could see my drooling, could see what a complete and total cock-whore i'd become.
A resounding slap echoed through the room and i squealed in surprise. "I thought I told you to fuck yourself on my dick, Bitch - not just sit on it and squeeze your pussy around it. Get that ass moving, you fucking slut. Fuck yourself on that cock, you lazy whore. Move that pussy. Now!" Todd emphasized his unhappiness with another slap to my flaming cuntholder and was rewarded by an answering squeal leaking from my throat.
Desperate to avoid another ass-thrashing, i started doing what he said, i started fucking my cunt on his massive joy-stick, rising up on my haunches until just the tip of his cock was still inside of me and the plummeting on down until i was grinding my cuntholder against his pubic bush. Over and over again i moved my pussy up and down his gigantic bone, faster and faster, urged on by repeated smashes to my cuntholder whenever i showed the slightest sign of slackening.
Soon, i was moving up and down on his cock at an exhausting pace and, as the speed of my up and down movements increased, i began to misjudge the distance with increasing frequency so that i was rising too high and his cock was escaping my clutching back-channel and over and over again my tender cunt-lips were painfully forced apart as his dick brutally re-entered my dark passage with increasing force - force that I was supplying. And, as my cunt became sloppy from the battering i was administering to it, loud farts began escaping from my hole and i could see the faces in front of me smirking and sneering as the sound of my ass being penetrated began to merge with the high-pitched squeals from my throat as i repeatedly thrust myself all the way down, engorging Todd's entire monster to its hairy root.
Five minutes pass. Ten minutes. i was breathing hard, sweat dripping down my body from my exertions, my face screwed up with the pain and humiliation i was inflicting on myself. And still there was no sign that the dick i was punishing myself on was close to an orgasm. i began squeezing my cunt-hole as hard as i could, hoping to stimulate Todd, hoping to get him off so i could end this demeaning fuck. i was trying as hard as i could to get him to shoot his load inside my pussy but, while i could feel his dick hardening and growing slightly inside of me, i was sure that he was not yet near climaxing.
"Stop," he suddenly shouted from behind me. Surprised, i stopped midstroke, halfway down his tube of flesh, and held myself there, partially impaled. my legs began to spasm from the strain of holding that position, but i continued to hold it, like the obedient bitch i had become, the obedient bitch Sir had trained me to be. i wondered why Todd had stopped me since i knew he hadn't yet achieved an orgasm, despite my best efforts.
"Stand up, Bitch," he finally said. i had learned unquestioned obedience from Sir. He had trained me to do what i am told without question, without hesitation. i am a bitch and that is what bitches do. So i accepted this command without protest and slowly raised myself off Todd's cock and straightened my thighs, grimacing at the pain. my thighs were almost as sore as my cunt-lips, the muscles visibly twitching as i slowly regained my feet. i stood there, unsteadily, facing the crowd. i was sure Todd wasn't done with me since he hadn't shot his load but i was glad to at least be done with the painful position that I'd been in, glad that my thighs, at least, would not bear so much of what came next.
"Now turn around and sit back down," i heard him order me. "I want to see your face as you ride me." A low groan rumbled in my throat as i realized that my ordeal wasn't over, that i was simply reversing position. And a part of me almost asked Todd not to make me do it - to please fuck me in some other, less stressful position. But, when i turned and saw his face, i knew that would be futile. i'd be getting no mercy from him. He could see i was hurting and he was enjoying it. He wanted me to hurt. He intended to make me hurt. More than i already hurt. Much more. i could see that in the glow of his piercing blue eyes.
And, as i squatted back down and began to once again pound myself onto his hard cock, i discovered how easy it was for him to make me hurt. He reached up and grabbed the chain connecting my tit-clamps and yanked down hard. Really hard. And i howled in pain as i smashed my cuntholder on to his groin, trying to ease the agony flaring in my tits. Then he flicked his hand upwards and, like a marionette, my body followed his movement, shooting up completely off his cock. Another hard yank down and then a quick jerk back upwards and i was fucking myself on his body faster than i would have thought possible.
Up, down. Up, down. my legs and my cuntholder moved at an incredible pace, trying to ease the pain in my nipples, ignoring the pain in my cunt, the spasming of my thigh muscles. Up, down. Up, down. It all became a blur, it all became pain. i was fucking myself on his cock like someone possessed. Faster and faster i went, my mind in a haze, my thighs sending scorching bolts of agony throughout my entire body as they tried to maintain the pace until, suddenly, inevitably, they gave out and my body collapsed on to Todd's thickly-muscled torso, my thighs rendered useless by total muscle failure.
And, through the tears of pain flowing in a stream down my face, i saw Todd smile. He looked pleased. Pleased and something more. There was a look of anticipation on his face that i could not understand. Not until i heard a voice behind me. "Well, Colt, buddy," i heard it say, in a soft, almost soothing tone. "Or should I say, Bitch." There was a slight pause before the voice went on, "you know, I think Todd's right. Bitch seems so much more appropriate. But you see, Bitch, I'm tired of waiting. Hope you don't mind if I join in right now."
i had recognized the voice almost immediately. It was the voice of my other friend, Raphael, whispering into my ear. i could feel his body, cool and dry, as it snuggled up against the over-heated sweaty flesh of my back. And then i felt his hard cock, pressing against my cunt-lips, trying to force its way inside, even though my battered cunt was already filled with Todd's massive dick. And that's when i realized what was about to happen, why Todd had been waiting in anticipation, what both my friends intended to do to me.
"No!" i exclaimed, terrified. "Please, no. Not that. Not two at one time. Please, Raphael," i continued to beg, "i can't take it. i've never done that before. Ever. It'll ruin my ass. i'm not big enough...my cunt's not big enough. Please, don't make me take you both. Sweet Jesus, i'm begging you, not both. i can't do it. i just can't do it. Oh my God, please. No. Please, guys. Don't do this to me. Not here. Not now. Not like this."
"You know, Bitch," i heard Todd reply - Todd whose cock was already buried deep inside of me, stretching out my entire anal channel - "can't is such a negative word. So many times, you hear someone say, 'I can't do this' or 'I can't do that' and then you come to find out that not only can they do it - they enjoy doing it. I'm sure you'll find the same thing happening with you. Who knows, maybe after tonight you won't be happy unless you have two cocks working away in your cunt all the time?"
"Of course," he continued with an evil grin, "I could be wrong. you could hate it. It really might wreck your pussy, might stretch it so far out of shape that it never closes again. Guess we'll just have to wait and see. Because one thing's for sure, Bitch," he concluded, switching from a faux-friendliness to a steely anger, "both of those dicks are going up your pussy. you're going to get double-dicked. Now."
Then, obviously taking his cue from Todd, Raphael started pressing his rigid cock hard against my already weakened sphincter and i could feel my cunt-lips beginning to stretch even further apart. "Oh, God. NO!" i screamed, as i could feel Raphael forcing that second cock into me. i tried to rise up on my haunches to raise myself up. But my thighs were useless, certainly no match for the downward force Raphael began to apply to my shoulders, using the strength of his arms and upper torso to force my pussy down onto his cock as he drove upwards with his hips.
Even though the battle was uneven, the ultimate outcome never really in doubt, it was still slow going. Never before had my cunt-lips been forced to stretch so far, to open so wide, not even when Sir fisted me and buried His entire hand in my hole. And Sir had taken his time, had lubed me well and loosened me slowly so i could take His whole fist. But my two 'friends' weren't using any lubrication at all - nothing was being done to relieve the pain coursing through my body. All that was being used was raw, brute force and an iron-hard dick, relentlessly pressing against my already distended rosette, forcing it to widen beyond any reasonable expectation. And i could hear myself screeching in pain as Raphael's cock slowly, inexorably forced its way into my cunt. And then my screech became a shriek as my sphincter gave way and the crown of the second cock squeezed into my now over-stuffed cunt-hole.
"So fucking tight," i heard Raphael exclaim in pleasure. "he's so fucking tight."
"Not for long," Todd responded with a cruel laugh. "Not for long."
i was thrashing around in agony as he mocked me. The pain was simply awesome, mind-bending. And, even though i knew that it was bound to be futile, i reached my arms behind my back to try to dislodge this second invader. When i did, i could feel Raphael change his grip. He moved his arms under my armpits and brought them up and grasped both hands behind my neck, forcing my own arms up and away from my body in a full nelson. Then, having effectively immobilized my hands, he pressed down on my neck, forcing my entire torso lower, enabling him to forcibly wedge at least half of his cock into my cunt, joining the cock already inside of me, making the bottom part of my hole bulge outward until it felt as if a giant tree was forcing its way into my pussy.
i turned to begging, tearfully pleading with him to take that second cock out of my cunt. "Please, Raphael. Please. It's just too much," i moaned. "It hurts too much. Please, Raphael. Take it out." He didn't even bother answering me; he just laughed.
i was writhing on the two cocks when, out of the corner of my eye, i noticed that someone else was now holding the camcorder, someone else was now recording me, filming me taking two cocks up my cunt at the same time. This entire scene was being recorded. Everyone would see what my two 'friends' had done to me - what i let them do to me. And that humiliation just seemed to magnify the physical agony of the double-penetration and i began crying in loud, wrenching sobs as Raphael mercilessly drove his cock deeper and deeper up my cunt.
Suddenly, the upward passage of the second cock inside of me came to a stop and i could feel another set of pubes rubbing against my burning cuntholder. Both cocks were now totally inside of me. Both pulsing tubes of flesh were buried balls-deep in my hole and as i looked down at my stomach it seemed to visibly palpitate as each cock struggled to find room in the tightness of my ass. And then, just as i began to shake uncontrollably, they both began fucking me.
i had never had two cocks up my pussy before - not at the same time. But i had watched double-penetration scenes on the internet and it always seemed to me that one of the cocks normally just stayed rammed up the cunt being fucked, relatively motionless, while the other one did the active fucking. But that's not what was happening to me in the backroom of The Pit.
Both cocks were moving inside my pussy. Both cocks were fucking me, fucking me with force and determination. But they weren't synchronized; they weren't moving in tandem - fucking in and pulling out together. Instead, as one pushed in to plumb the depths of my pussy-hole, the other withdrew to the very entryway of my cunt-channel before shifting gears and plunging back deep into my hole, even while the first one was beginning to pull back. To me, it felt as if there was a constant inward pressure driving forward into my cunt, one that never ebbed because when one cock stopped plunging in, the other began to do so and it almost seemed to me that some enormous snake was slithering ever deeper into my hole, ever further inside of me.
At the same time, my prostate was taking a relentless beating. It was being probed and punched by the alternating thrusts faster than any single cock could ever hope to do, even faster than Sir's cock when He was furiously pounding Himself into me. The only thing it reminded me of was when Sir had finally buried His fist up my pussy and had rapidly flicked a finger against my sensitive prostate. But while the fisting session with Sir might have matched the speed with which my prostate was now being battered, it hadn't come close to approximating the force with which that was now happening inside of me. And that was beginning to have a real effect on me, an effect that was increasing my embarrassment by the minute.
Because, as the battering of my prostate continued unabated, it was clear that i was becoming sexually aroused. Despite all the pain, the pure agony that this double-penetration visited on my cunt-lips, and despite the overwhelming feeling of humiliation and embarrassment that i was feeling in being used publicly in such a degrading way, my diclit was getting noticeably harder and my face was becoming flushed. i was getting turned-on; i was becoming sexually excited by the brutal fucking i was enduring. And, as that knowledge began to force its way into my consciousness, my entire body blushed a deep crimson.
i knew that i was a bitch. That had been made crystal clear to me during my training with Sir. So i had learned to accept that i enjoyed being bitched out, i enjoyed having my body used for another man's pleasure - for a Real Man's pleasure. But to enjoy what was happening to me in the backroom - to be sexually aroused by having my cunt violently ravaged by two cocks at the same time while a crowd of strangers heckled and jeered at me - that was something i had never even contemplated in my darkest, most twisted dreams. And my mind recoiled at the thought, refused to accept the self-revelation and desperately sought to force its attention on something else, anything else. And that was when my mind focused instead on something my body had been aware of from the beginning of the double-penetration but that i'd ignored until then. The two cocks didn't feel the same inside of me. They felt somehow different.
It wasn't the size, though they weren't the same: While Todd's cock was massive, easiest the biggest one I'd ever seen in real life, Raphael's dick, even if smaller than Todd's, was still a substantial piece of meat. But it wasn't the difference in size that made them feel different. It was something else.
Just as i began concentrating on the difference i had noticed, both of the cocks inside of me stopped all movement. Then, to my surprise, i felt my ass being lifted into the air and i actually heard a plop as one of the cocks popped out of my cunt. The way my cunt-hole felt almost empty, i was pretty sure it was Todd's cock that had somehow fallen out of my hole so i wasn't surprised when Todd immediately reached under my legs to readjust himself. A moment later i felt his cock forcing itself back into me, making me groan loudly at the pain of its re-insertion.
Almost immediately, the two cocks resumed their assault on my cunt-hole and i couldn't help but notice that there no longer seemed to be any difference between them - now they both felt the same inside me. As my mind began to process this, Todd removed his hand from underneath me and casually flicked his wrist to the side. i followed the motion with my eyes and then, as understanding flooded into my brain, my eyes grew wide with shock. For what i saw, lying just inches from Todd's hand, was a condom, stretched out from having been spread over a hard cock, but completely empty. And what i realized, with increasing horror, was that Todd's cock, which was now back inside of me, was unsheathed; it was no longer covered by a protective rubber.
And almost simultaneously it was as if a light had gone off in my brain and it dawned on me that, if both cocks now felt the same inside of me, that meant that both cocks inside of me were unsheathed. They were both fucking me RAW. They were BAREBACKING me. They were DOUBLE-DICKING me without any protection whatsoever.
"NO! NO!" i screamed, trying frantically to raise myself off their cocks. "You can't do that. That's not part of the deal. You have to use condoms. You have to." Sir had been clear on that point. Everyone who fucked me had to use protection.
Though my thighs had been useless only moments earlier, the rush of adrenaline through my body managed to re-invigorate them and i began to push myself up, off the two cocks working away inside my cunt-hole. But, almost immediately, i could feel Raphael responding by increasing the downward force on my shoulders, adding his body-weight to his muscle strength, keeping me from rising more than a few inches off the platform. And then Todd - who, i had always considered one of my best friends - reached out and yanked downward on the chain connecting my tit-clamps with a vicious force that made me howl like a banshee. And he wouldn't let up. He wouldn't let go. It felt like he was ripping my tits off my body.
i hovered there for an extended time with my cuntholder partially raised off the two cocks, my face completely contorted, trying to force through the pain blazing from my nipples, trying to counteract Raphael's powerful grip on my shoulders pulling me back down. i tried. i tried as hard as i'd ever tried to do anything. But i just couldn't do it. i gathered myself and tried one last upwards thrust but, when that failed, i could feel myself sinking down, i could feel my cunt-lips re-enveloping the two cocks - the two condomless cocks - and a piercing cry of anguish filled the air as both cocks were, once again, buried to the hilt in my cunt.
i was crying like a little boy, almost hysterical. "Why? Why?" i sobbed. "Why are you doing this to me? You can fuck me. All you have to do is use condoms. That's all i ask. Why do you have to fuck me bareback?"
As the two cocks restarted their assault on my pussy, Todd looked up at me. "Why? Why?" he repeated my question, sarcastically mimicking me. And then, his face a mask of grim satisfaction, he answered, "Because we want to, you little whore. Simply because we want to. So you just keep kneeling there and take it, Bitch."
He hadn't let go of the chain affixed to my tit-clamps though he had relaxed his grip so that the chain was just jangling loosely from my swollen and abused nips. He was tugging on it lightly simply to keep my attention focused on him. And he definitely wanted me looking at him as he continued. "And, Bitch, fucking you raw isn't the only thing we're going to do. We're going to breed you, too, boy. Yeah," he continued seeing the look of consternation on my face as he confirmed my worst fears, "we're each going to pop a load of our steamy man-scuzz right up your stinking pussy-hole. We're going to mark you as a bitch - as our bitch. More than that, Bitch, as our fucking cum-dump - just a hole to cream into whenever we get the urge. Cause that's what you're going to be from now on - our fucking cum-dump. So get used to it, Bitch. Get used to it."
No one had ever cum in my ass before - no one, except Sir. That was His privilege - His exclusive right to breed me and mark me as His. i had never even considered allowing another man to shoot his load into me. i couldn't even imagine what Sir would say - what Sir would do to me - if i did. And, now, just that horror was about to occur. i was going to be bred by two former friends in front of an entire room of strangers. The fear of what Sir would say to me, what he would do to me, and the pure shame of letting myself be used as someone else's cum-dump just overwhelmed me and i began to shake uncontrollably.
"Oh, please, Todd. Please," i began to beg, groveling almost abjectly before my 'friend,' not knowing what else i could do. "Don't cum up my pussy. Don't cream my cunt. i'll do anything else you want. Anything. i promise. i'll be at the party. i'll let everyone fuck me and do what they want with me. i will. i will. Just please don't fuck me raw and unload in my pussy."
Todd just looked at me with a bemused air and then, even as i could feel his cock thrust upwards inside my cunt, he began laughing - laughing at me. He laughed so hard i could actually see tears in his eyes - hard enough that he'd probably forgotten that he was continuing to fuck me even as he kept laughing. Finally, he got himself under control but was unable to keep an amused grin off his face. "Bitch, Bitch," he shook his head, "you still don't understand, do you, Bitch?"
And then, in a moment, all signs of mirth were gone and his face turned serious - and mean. And he spit these words at me: "you're a WHORE, Bitch. you're a fucking WHORE. Of course, you'll be at the party. I already told you to be there and that's what a faggot whore, like you, does when a Real Man, like me, gives him an order - he obeys. Have you forgotten that, Bitch - forgotten how a Real Man treats a boy like you? How a boy does what he's told and doesn't ask questions? Or do you think you're something special? Is that it, Bitch, you think you're special? you think you don't have to do what your betters tell you to do?"
He paused for breath. And as he did, it was obvious that he was enjoying himself, enjoying the feel of his cock reaming in and out of my overstuffed pussy, enjoying the effect he could tell his words were having on me. And then, with obvious relish, he returned to the attack. "Well, you're not, Bitch. you're not special. you're just a whore, a run-of-the-mill whore, and you should be grateful that a pair of Real Men would even consider wasting their precious cum seeding your worthless cunt. And you better get used to that, too, boy. Because it's going to be happening all the time from now on. All the time. So just shut the fuck up and deal with it, you stupid bitch- whore."
Finished with his lecture, i could see his face begin to soften as he allowed the pleasure he was feeling in stuffing my cunt with his cock to wash over him. And all the while i was just scrunched down, in between my two 'friends,' bending forward as they plowed their hard dicks in and out of me, as they barebacked me, while my mind just spun in endless circles. The reality of my situation - i was being fucked, raw, by two erstwhile 'friends' who would be shooting their man-seed inside of me when they finished up with their fuck - and the simple truths Todd had just mouthed - that i was a whore, simply a bitch-whore, and no more need be said than that - had combined to throw me into a total mental lock-down.
They were fucking me raw and they shouldn't; Sir wouldn't want that. And they were going to cum up my pussy and Sir would be furious with that. But i was a bitch, a cuntboy, and they were Real Men and should be able to use my body as they wanted, to cum inside my cunt when they wanted - that was their right. But Sir would be so upset if they did; He would be so angry. What was wrong? What was right?
For a while i was simply at sea, adrift in an ocean of conflicting currents. And all the while, my two friends continued to fuck me, to ravage my cunt as they plowed in and out of my hole. But then, at last, my mind focused on one basic truth. I was not just any bitch. And I was not just Bitch, as Todd had renamed me. i was Sir's bitch. He was the one who decided who used me and how they used me. That was the one absolute i was sure of. And if that was true, if that was the ground truth i could hold on to, then what Todd and Raphael were doing to me was wrong. They had no right to fuck me bareback, no right to breed me with their cum. i WAS special. i was Sir's bitch and that meant they had no right to use me this way without Sir's permission.
Just understanding that basic truth helped to settle my mind, to calm myself. Todd and Raphael would continue to fuck me bareback and they would breed me - i now knew that was a certainty. There was nothing i could do about that. i had tried to stop them and i wasn't able to do it. i had tried to reason with them but they wouldn't listen. i had done the best i could. Whether that would be enough for Sir, i didn't know. But at least one thing was clear in my mind - what they were doing to me was wrong. i might have to endure what they were doing to me and what they were going to do to me, but i didn't have to concede that it was their right to do it. And that was something i could grab on to, however tenuous a reed it might be.
Having accepted the inevitably of my abuse and my inability to prevent it, i stopped struggling and lay quiescently between the two men pummeling my cunt, fucking me, raping me, having their way with me. And they were definitely doing that. They were both plowing into me with total abandon, ramming up and down inside my stretched-out cunt like alternating pistons, beating a tattoo on my tenderized prostate.
The pain has lessened a little, as my ravaged cunt had somehow become accustomed to having two hard cocks rummaging around inside of it, but it still really hurt; it just didn't seem to hurt quite as much as it had at first. But if the pain had diminished, the feeling of fullness had increased, as had my humiliation in having to maintain my position between them as they both fucked me.
i was being used the way someone might use a cheap whore in a room filled with men, some who had already finished fucking her while others were waiting their turn for a go at her. i was being used like i was some disgusting slut handcuffed to a bed in an Army barracks as a whole Company of raw recruits got their first lesson in how to fuck the Company bitch. The entire evening had already made me feel so cheap, so dirty, so soiled and then to be done by two guys at the same time - two 'friends' i'd known forever - was so degrading and embarrassing that i didn't think it was possible to sink any lower. And it was then, as i was wallowing in a sea of self-pity, sure that i had hit rock-bottom, that my entire body spasmed and tingled. i looked down to see that my hard diclit was now firmly grasped in Todd's hand.
"My, my, Bitch," he said, reverting to a tone of fake camaraderie, "you sure seem to be having a good time. But why am I surprised? A boy-whore like you must be in hog-heaven having two real studs reaming out his pussy at the same time. you probably dreamt about this, jerking away at your little bitch cock just imagining how it would feel having two cocks stuffed into your cunt side-by-side. I'm sure you dropped a massive load of boy-scuzz just thinking about it. Oh, yeah, Bitch," he mocked, shaking his head as he continued to squeeze and stroke the shaft of my boyhood, "I'm sure you did."
He was lying there looking up at me almost speculatively, all the while continuing to thrust his pelvis up and down at an almost frantic pace, helping Raphael to core out a cavernous cunt-hole between my legs. i was amazed that he didn't even seem out of breath. The way he looked i wouldn't have been surprised if he could keep fucking me for hours and just the thought of that possibility made me shudder.
He actually winked at me as he continued, "I bet you're really horny right now, aren't you, boy? Bet you're dying to shoot a load of hot boy-jizz all over the place. Aren't you, Bitch? Aren't you?"
i tried to stay calm. i tried to put a damper on the renewed surge of panic suddenly racing through my body. "No, sir," i managed to squeak out. "i'm okay. i don't need to cum. i'm just glad to be of service to you, sir."
"Oh, I'm sure of that, Bitch," he replied agreeably, "I'm sure you're just thrilled to be able to help out two well-hung Real Men get off - what bitch wouldn't be? But that doesn't mean you have to forego your own pleasure. I mean, what type of friends would we be if we took our pleasure of you, fucked you real good with our big dicks and then shot our loads into your slimy cunt, but then left you unsatisfied, unrelieved, unspent. That would reflect poorly on us, don't you think, Bitch?"
"No, sir," i quickly replied, grunting slightly because of the force of the two cocks continuing to ram into me. "i mean, sir, i don't have to cum. i'm okay with that. Really, sir, i am."
"I can't believe that, Bitch," he challenged me. "you may say you don't want to cum, but your little cocklette is sure telling me a different story. Just look at it, Bitch, - it's covered with pre-cum and it's as hard as a piece of iron." He elevated his hand cupping my fully aroused diclit, forcing me to look down at it. When i did, i saw that it was bright red; fully, achingly hard; slick with my pre, almost visibly throbbing in his grip. And i thought, 'Oh, God, how i want to cum, how i fucking need to cum.' But i couldn't. i knew i couldn't. Sir told me i couldn't. i swallowed hard and looked back at Todd.
"Please, sir," i asked him, trying to make myself as humble as possible. "Please, sir. i don't want to cum. Honest, sir."
Immediately, his face changed and i saw a flash of anger. "Liar," he screamed at me as he closed his hand around my diclit and squeezed mercilessly. "That's just another one of your lies, Bitch, and I'm sick of them. You've been lying so long that you think you can say anything and we'll all believe you. Well, Bitch, those days are over. From now on you're going to be giving me the unvarnished truth. Now I'm going to repeat my question and if you lie to me again, Bitch, I'm going to rip your little cocklette off your body. Do you or do you not want to cum?"
The pain i was feeling from my tortured cock was excruciating, so much so that, in the moment, i forgot there were two cocks actively pummeling my cunt. Looking at Todd's face i was sure that he wouldn't let up until i told him what he wanted to hear - until i told him the truth. And as i wavered in my indecision, he just kept squeezing tighter and tighter and the pain mounted to unbearable heights. Finally, with an anguished scream, i blurted out: "You're right, sir. You're right. i do want to cum. i want to cum so badly. But i can't, sir. i can't. i don't have my Sir's permission to cum. i can't cum, sir. i can't." And then i completely broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.
There was a long silence interspersed only by the sound of flesh slapping flesh as Raphael continued to plow into my hole. i realized that while Todd hadn't loosened his grip on my diclit, he was now motionless underneath me. As my vision struggled to fight through my tears, i saw that he was looking at me sharply, questioningly. And then, as if he'd made some decision, i saw him nod his head and i felt his hand relaxing its grip on my boycock.
He was smiling again but in a way that unsettled me. It was as if he had just heard a joke that he thought was funny but knew that i wouldn't laugh at. And, as he began to speak again, i knew he was going to tell it to me anyway.
"See, Bitch," he started, "that wasn't so hard, was it? Keep it up and soon you might actually get used to telling the truth. Of course, you have to be punished for lying to begin with, but we can take care of that later - next Saturday during our party. But it's good to hear you finally tell me something that's true, or at least that you think is true."
"I know you told me what you thought was the truth, Bitch, and I appreciate that - I really do. Fuck-boys, like you, should always tell the truth. But it wasn't the truth, Bitch. It wasn't." i must have been looking at him doubtfully, because he actually chuckled and then repeated himself. "It wasn't the truth, Bitch. And I'm going to prove that to you."
Suddenly, i couldn't help but emit an exclamation of surprise. Todd had altered his grip on my hard diclit. Todd simply ignored my reaction and kept talking, "What you said, Bitch, is that you 'can't cum' when what you should have said is that you're 'not supposed to cum' and there's a world of difference between the two. And I'm going to show you the difference right now. Because, Bitch," he confided with a wicked grin lighting his face, "you may not have your Sir's permission to cum but, believe me, you ARE going to cum. And you're going to cum right NOW, while we're fucking you, while we're breeding you in front of all these guys."
And with that, he started stroking my hard diclit with a vengeance, his hand moving up and down with a blinding speed and, at the same time, he resumed ramming his massive dick in and out of my cunt, harder even than he fucked me before. And almost before i could comprehend what was happening, what he was doing to me, my entire body felt like it was on fire as wave after wave of red-hot sexual hunger washed over me.
In what seemed like a mere instant of time, the wrenching pain in my ass was gone and i felt my pussy juices flowing in a torrent inside of me as i began humping myself down on to the two cocks ravaging my hole, trying mindlessly, frantically, to get them deeper, deeper into me. And as Todd continued to stroke my cock and use the clamp-chain to work my tits, all the sexual embers i'd kept banked during the long degrading evening flared into an all-consuming fire and i heard myself moaning out loud, "Oh, yeah. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."
The three of us were now moving as a single unit - my two 'friends' were pounding into my cunt for all they were worth and i was pushing back against them, tightening the entire length of my cunt-channel against their massive intrusion, and the unrelenting, frenetic stroking of Todd's hand on my diclit was now being matched by the furious thrusting of my groin back and forth in a mindless rut. Behind me, i heard Raphael moan, "This is so unbelievably hot. So fucking unbelievably hot," sentiments echoed by Todd who simply murmured, "Oh, yeah, Bitch. Work that pussy. I'm getting close. I'm getting real close."
And i was too. i was getting so close. i could feel my balls, laden with boy-seed, rising up in my sac. my tits were like burning pin-pricks inside the clamps, diamond-hard despite the pincers pressing into them. And my cunt, my cunt was so stuffed with cock if felt like it would explode and my prostate was so inflamed that my entire stretched-out pussy burned with a scalding heat. i knew i was drooling again but i couldn't help myself. i was totally submerged in the raw sexual fury of the moment. And all i could think of - all i could focus on - was the overpowering need to cum.
Suddenly, just as i was on the edge of my orgasm i felt the hand working my diclit stop and then tighten like a vise on my throbbing boycock. i looked down at Todd who was grinning back at me, his face a pastiche of lust and glee and contempt. "What do you say, Bitch, do you want to cum? Do you want to cum, YOU FUCKING SLUT WHORE?"
For a second i wavered on the brink. 'No,' i began to say, 'no, i don't want to cum. i'm not permitted to cum.' But instead one final surge of sexual frenzy tipped me over the precipice and i screamed. "Yes, i want to cum. Oh, God, i want to cum. Please, Sir, let me cum. i need to so bad. Please let me cum. Please."
His face suffused with his triumph, Todd started stroking my rigid diclit with renewed fervor even as he returned to grinding his hard cock into my cunt with a purely animalistic passion. i had never in my life felt so bitched out, so taken, so much the object of unbridled, uncontrolled sexual lust and domination and i surrendered myself to it and rode the wave as it surged higher and higher until finally i could bear no more and with a ear-piercing scream of pure ecstasy i began to cum in a blazing bitchgasm.
And even as i began cumming, i could feel the pair of cocks inside of me give a final few thrusts and then explode in their own separate but joint orgasms, flooding my cunt with their boiling seed, breeding me like a dog breeds his bitch, marking me like a lion marks his territory. And the hot ball juice filling me seemed to stimulate the boy-scuzz continuing to erupt from my spewing diclit and i shot and shot and shot until each spurt from my boy-slit made me scream in a mixture of pleasure and pain. But finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the last meager squirt of ball-seed trickled out of my diclit and i collapsed in absolute exhaustion onto the two spent cocks still wedged up my cunt and the entire world truly became a blur.