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Got involved in a late night orgy recently at an interstate rest area. This rest room is real active, especially late at night. The lights are all out so it's very dark. It was about 1:00 am so no one else was around. There were 5 of us - all about 20 or in their 20's. All slim, all with nice (but average dicks).

After we got going, all 5 of us were almost naked, sucking any dick that got close to our faces. I tasted all of them. Two guys started fucking. I bent over and took a dick up my ass, too. Two of us were bent over next to each other being fucked. The fifth guy went back and forth between the guys getting fucked and let them suck his dick.

One guy shot and left and the guy getting sucked took his place fucking. Both the fuckers started shooting about the same time. The other guy took it up the ass but I pulled off and let my fucker shoot on my face.

Now there were only 2 of us. We were both about 20, slim, dark hair, about 7". We played around a little and decided we wanted to service someone together. I went to the window, squatted down, peeped out where the window was slightly open at the bottom. I was looking for someone to join us. The other guy squatted behind me and played with my tits and ass while I was looking. Our pants were down and shirts behind our heads.

Soon I saw a car drive up. The parking area is a good ways from the rest room so we had to wait awhile to see who it was. At this point we didn't care - we were ready to service anyone who walked in. We quickly decided we would let the new guy see us having sex and hope he would join in.

He turned out to be a guy about 40, average build. My friend and I quickly got in the dark handicapped booth, completely stripped, left the door slightly open, and I got down on my knees to service his dick. The new guy came in, went to the urinal, peed, and then stayed there. We kept having sex and even made a little noise so he would hear us. I made noises sucking that dick and my friend made moaning sounds.

We heard the new guy walk over and we knew he was right outside our booth. We made more noise and moved so that he could see us through the slightly open door. He peeped at us through the opening. My friend reached over and opened the door all the way. The new guy stood there with his hard dick out watching two naked guys having sex. My friend motioned for him to join us in the booth.

He walked in and we both got down on our knees. We pulled his pants all the way down. He had a big fat hairy dick with big hairy balls. We both worked on his dick and balls. We licked his dick, we sucked his dick, we kissed his balls, we licked his balls, we even both went down on his dick at the same time (one on each side). We slowly turned him around, bent him over and played with his hairy ass. We both went to work on his hairy ass and ass hole, licking all over.

We were wild with sex and willing to do anything. The new guy asked us if we fucked. We both stood up, turned around, and presented our asses to him. He stuck his dick up the other guy first. I begged for his dick so he gave me a turn, sticking that big fat hairy thing up my tight butt. He took turns going back and forth between our ass holes. While one guy was being fucked the other was begging for dick in his ass. The new guy told us he wanted to watch us 69 while he beat off on us. We left the booth and went to the urinal area. My friend and I laid down on the dirty floor and started to 69 each other. We were still completely naked except for our shoes. The big dicked hairy guy stood over us beating off.

We heard a car drive up. We quickly got up and the new guy said he would check it out. He came back in a few minutes and said it was a trucker who wanted to piss. He told the guy "There are two queers in there sucking, let's go watch." The new guy came back in and told us he was bringing in another guy to watch us sucking. We got back down on the floor and resumed our 69. Soon two guys were watching us suck.

The trucker was husky and also had a pretty big dick. The trucker said he had to piss. The new guy told him to piss on us. While we were laying on the dirty floor, naked, sucking each other, the trucker stood over us and pissed all over our naked bodies, even pissing on our faces.

We kept sucking and both guys were beating off. The trucker started shooting first but the new guy was soon going,too. They shot hot cum all over our naked bodies while we were sucking. Cum even went on our faces and we licked it off. They were still shooting when we also started shooting. We both filled each others mouths with a load of hot cum.

The other guys left but my friend and I lay on the floor exhausted. We soon got up, walked over to the sink, and started helping each other clean off. We rubbed soap and water all over each other and threw water on each other to rinse off. We used our shirts to dry off and left the rest room with just our shorts and shoes on.

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The sight that greeted Bob Maloney as he approached his driveway would have made the average divorced father of eighteen and nineteen year-old boys panic. For Bob however, the presence of one unmarked and one fully adorned county sheriff's car parked in his driveway made his cock twinge and his balls tighten. There were also three bikes lying near the closed garage door. These he knew belonged to three of his eldest son, Ryan's best friends.

Brian Welton would have driven up in the unmarked car. Brian and Bob had been friends, and almost best friends, since first grade. Their thirty-year friendship involved just about every sort of activity any two men or boys had ever been involved in. Syd Hadley would half driven the other car. Syd was the elected sheriff of Marshall County and Brian's boss. The bikes and cars told Bob that at least Ryan was home and having a good time. As he got out of the car, he wondered if little Scotty was also home.

Inside the garage, Brian unlocked the door to his home and family's deepest secret. From the outside, it looked as though three years earlier he had added an 18' X 24' storage room. No windows, but there were a pair of skylights that could be opened or covered depending upon the kind of mood being set in the secret room. The skylights were closed so he needed a couple minutes to fully adjust. Experience told him there were three figures in the northwest corner of the dim room.

He stepped past the empty stocks, unused sawhorse and vacant X-frame that took the place of lawnmowers, table saws or other home equipment. On the walls where one might expect tools, there was wide variety of whips, a half-dozen paddles and a series of four, 6"-long shelves that held an array of several dozen dildos and butt plugs of varying lengths, widths, shapes and styles and assorted other toys for inflicting pain and pleasure. In three places, shackles hung from the solid beams of the open framed roof.

One figure stood in front of and the second stood behind a sling. These were the naked forms of Syd and Brian. In the sling was Bob's nineteen-year-old son, Ryan. The two men dwarfed his slender 5' 3" frame. Brian was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. He stood 6' 4" tall, carried 190# of tanned and sculptured muscle, had brown hair, deep brown eyes and dimples that had melted girls' (and at least one boy's) hearts for as long as anyone could remember.

Syd was just over 6' tall. He weighed almost 240 pounds of mixed muscle and fat. Ten years ago it had been all muscle, but age and a decadent lifestyle that included too much booze and unhealthy food was rapidly altering his physique. However, Bob had no doubt the sheriff could still kick his ass and maybe Brian's as well.

Brian's groin was pressed hard against the boy's face. If the guy had a hard on, and Bob was almost certain he did, that meant 8" of cock meat were stuffed into his son's mouth and down his throat. In some positions that much cock might choke the kid, but his father had taught him the skill of laying face up and head back and letting men slide their cocks completely out of sight. Bob learned it by force as a high school freshman when five seniors laid him on a bench in the locker room and each fucked his young, but willing mouth and throat.

"You giving my son's mouth a real hard fuck?" he asked his old friend from across the room.

As Bob quickly covered the distance between them, Brian replied, "You know I am buddy. Your boy has the sweetest mouth in the county. There ain't another kid, male or female, who suck and swallow dick like him." He may have had more to say, but Bob came up behind him and turned his face so they could share a deep hard kiss.

Bob slid a hand down the deputy's strong back and grabbed a good fistful of his muscular ass. There was more than enough sweat to moisten two fingers and slide them into the often-fucked hole hidden in the deep crevice. Brian, moaning with pleasure from the quick invasion, broke the kiss and said, "Yeah buddy, I'm fucking his little mouth and throat real good. How about you doing the same to my ass!"

Bob bit at Brian's earlobe and replied, "Oh, you know I'll fuck this hard ass real good, but not quite yet. First, I'll have me a quick taste." With that, he withdrew the two fingers and slid them into his mouth not six inches from Brian's face. "MMM! You always have had the best tasting ass around."

Syd watched the two old friends make out as he continued to fuck Bob's son's ass. The sheriff's cock was not nearly as long as Brian's, but it more than made up for the reduced length. He and many of those he fucked swore he had the fattest cock in this part of the state. It was a little over six inches long, but was nearly nine inches around. The cute teen was taking every inch in long, firm strokes. Even if his mouth had not been stuffed with a hard dick, he would not have been crying out in pain. All three men knew that it was all but certain Ryan would be begging for more cock and harder and deeper strokes.

At nineteen, Ryan had years experience as a pussy for well-hung boys and lately men as well. He could take the biggest cock in the county and still beg for more. His dad had recently started shaving his adolescent ass and legs so they would always be as smooth as had been a few years ago. Ryan never complained about getting fucked. Sure, the first time had hurt, but even that experience had become pleasurable as his ass loosened up and accepted his dad's manhood.

Ryan had already been a pretty good cocksucker even before he'd been getting fucked. In the years since, the lad had regularly practiced taking cock from both ends. When men asked which he liked better, Ryan would honestly answer that he wasn't sure. Some days he had an unquenchable thirst for cum and the feel of a cock in his mouth and on others he felt hollow and empty without a cock up his pussy. The only days he knew for sure which he wanted were when the fuck-itch would hit him and he had to have his deep insides scratched!

Bob broke his kiss with Brian and stepped nearer to the sheriff. He and Syd exchanged a hearty handshake and greeting. Bob's eyes fell to his son's slender, hairless body and he saw the pool of cum on the boy's stomach and chest. He estimated there must be at least two if not three loads of cum cooling on his son's body.

"How long have you guys been fucking my boy?" Bob asked.

"It's only been about half an hour," responded Syd. "Hell, Brian's only shot one load in his cocksucker's mouth and I haven't even cum once in his tight pussy. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, I just saw the pools of cum by his miniature prick and was wondering if it was two loads or three," said Bob.

"Two," answered the deputy, his groin again pressed hard against Ryan's lips. "The first was a big one and the second was nice, too. I guess you didn't find anybody to fuck you at school today and came home with a full load in those teen balls of yours?" Brian directed his question to the boy knowing he could not possibly answer in words.

Ryan groaned almost inaudibly. The men watched as his untouched cock began to twitch. It was clear he was about to cum for a third time, but his dad had other plans. One hand quickly grasped his son's cock and the other flicked one finger painfully against the tender piss hole once and then twice. Ryan's body jerked and his stuffed mouth tried to scream, but it was no use. Bob repeated the torture of his son two more times before the need to cum passed and the small cock shriveled into its almost nonexistent limp form.

Bob played with his son's tiny cock with mixed curiosity and disgust. The cause for his disgust was obvious. At ninetten, when he should be becoming a man and showing some muscular development, his pussy of a son still sported the cock of a little boy. He corrected himself and thought that wasn't exactly correct. Ryan's eighteen year-old brother's cock was almost four inches longer and two and half inches thicker. How could his nineteen-year-old son have a cock that measured barely 3.5" when hard?

Bob knew it must the contaminated genes of his ex-wife's family. At the same age, he had sported almost eight inches of pussy pleasing meat. He, like his son, was already a cocksucker at that age, but all his fucking had been with girls. It was not until his 21st birthday that he had first fucked a boy or had his ass fucked. It had been a special treat from his best friend's dad. The man fucked both boys and then watched Bob fuck his willing buddy.

Bob placed a hand on Syd's meaty buttocks and slid it into the deep crease. He attempted to finger the man's ass but it was clenched tightly shut. "Sorry, man," the sheriff said. "I don't want to cum yet and your fingers would make me do just that."

"No problem," the father of the boy the man was fucking said. "How about giving me a taste of this instead." Bob's hand managed to grab Syd's cock on an outward stroke.

"Sure, man. I just love watching a dad lick his son's ass juices off my big fat fuck-stick."

He stepped back a pace and his cock audibly popped out of Ryan's ass. The eighteen year-old cunt hole did not close and the two men got a good look at the exposed red interior. Bob knelt and took just the head of Syd's cock in his mouth. His taste buds exploded with the array of flavors. He pressed forward and managed to get half the fat monster into his mouth. He nursed the thick shaft for a while before letting it escape his mouth. He then used his tongue to gather the ass juices and other heady flavors from the rest of the sheriff's cock.

At some point Brian removed his cock from the boy's throat because Bob heard his son plead, "Aw, c'mon, dad. Let him put it back in me. I need a fuck real bad and besides, you can suck it after he shoots. I know how much you like the taste of my pussy with a coating of cum."

The father could not disagree with his son's logic. He stood up and used his left hand to guide the sheriff's cock back to his son's almost closed-up pussy. Bob placed the fat tip at the opening and watched it spread wide and ready itself for more fucking. Sheriff Hadley grunted and in one smooth stroke returned his cock to the boy's pussy. Bob leaned over and licked the pool of cum from his son's body. Warm or cool he could think of almost nothing that tasted so good.

Seeing that Ryan's cock was once again fully erect and seemingly ready to fire another load, he took just the head between his teeth and bit hard. Ryan's body jerked and he tried to scream through a stuffed throat and mouth, but no sound came out. His father had learned long ago that his son reacted strangely to pain. When it was his tiny cock being abused the boy reacted like most others. He'd lose his erection if he had one and the imminent desire to cum. However, he still claimed to feel pleasure at some deeper point in his body.

If the pain was administered to other parts of his young anatomy, Ryan's senses directed it straight to his cock as pleasure. Bob first learned this when he gave his son a spanking for his sixth birthday and found the six semi-playful slaps resulted in a tiny 1.5" erection. Further trials over the ensuing years found nearly every type of pain inflicted to any portion of his body had the same effect. The most sensitive areas, not surprisingly, were his little boy ass cheeks and tits. The later could no longer be described as "little boy tits" because of years of treatment from snakebite suction cups and various clips and clamps, often with weights attached. The now puffed out and elongated nipples looked more like a teenaged girl's 'puffies,' but they were attached to the perfectly flat chest of a slender young boy.

Bob stood up and again eyed the hot scene of his son being fucked from both ends by the two lawmen. He pinched the sheriff's meaty tits – the man had developed his over nearly twenty years of dedicated work – and then kissed the deputy. "By the way, are Jason, Tyler and PJ in the house with Mark?" he asked, inquiring about the three bike owners and his younger son.

"Yeah, they got here about twenty minutes ago. We already had Ryan up and the sling and were fucking him good, so they said they'd just go and have some fun with Mark," said Syd. "They each took a couple stabs at Brian's ass though before they left. So I guess that was less than fifteen minutes before you got here."

"Thanks guys. I think I know where to find them."

Bob did indeed have a pretty good idea about where the three teenagers and his eighteen year-old would be. Mark was, if anything, the hottest and nastiest of the Maloney males. His age and size meant he had trouble taking deep the huge cocks and other toys his dad and older brother sometimes experienced. However, he more than made up for size in sheer numbers. Bob had no doubt that in the last two years his youngest son had been fucked almost as often as his older brother and dad combined.

He was, with the exception of Ryan's pain fetish, the kinkiest of the trio. Bob entered the main portion of the house and then turned right. Down one flight of stairs was the partially finished basement. The part that was finished was a large, brightly lit open corner. White tiles on both walls and the floor reflected the shine from a pair of bright lights that doubled as heat lamps. There was a single showerhead on one wall. The entire floor was slanted slightly to drain all water to a 5' circle that was six inches deeper that the rest of the area and had a closable drain in its center.

Visitors were told the area was a convenient place for two young boys and their friends to clean up and not track dirt or mud through the house. The room's primary purpose was as a water sports playground and its most frequent user was little Mark. The boys were eight and five the first time Bob caught Ryan pissing on his little brother in the bathtub. He had naturally been angry and was about to punish the seemingly abusive older son when Mark cried though piss-coated lips, "Don't hurt him, dad. It's okay. I asked him to do it. I liked getting pee-pee on me."

This afternoon two young teens stood near the center of the tiled area while another teen knelt between the legs of the boys. Jason and Tyler held their adolescent cocks and directed streams of piss onto the face and directly into the mouth of Mark. The boy was clearly trying to swallow as much of the yellow streams as possible while lying on his back, but his mouth looked more like an erupting piss volcano. At the same time, PJ fucked the boy's pussy.

>From several feet away, Bob admired the four youths. Jason and Tyler could easily be brothers and indeed were cousins. Both had the blue- eyed, blond-haired boyish good looks that drove man and girls crazy. Their bodies were deeply tanned with only slightly paler areas where small swimming suits occasionally hid a portion of each boy.

Being blondes, they had no noticeable body hair and Bob's very intimate oral inspections had found very little transparent peach fuzz. He wondered how long they would stay such perfect examples of boyish beauty. He hoped they would allow him to shave their legs and asses like he did Ryan's. He had already suggested shaving their young bushes, but both boys had refused. The price they paid for the refusal was not being allowed to come to the house for a week. A punishment that backfired on Bob because the pair found other places to fuck his sons and he did not have the chance to share in their bodies.

Both boys claimed to have their cherries in tact and, when Bob asked his sons, Ryan and Mark confirmed that neither had ever fucked either boy. They said they had never seen the boys allow anyone else to fuck them, either. PJ, Sheriff Hadley, Deputy Welton and Bob had frequently tried to take the boys' cherries, but were always rebuked. Each, plus Mark and Ryan, had spent considerable time eating those smooth, tight, pink holes and Bob had even fingered each a couple times. The blonde beauties claimed to be basically straight and that fucking a pussy-boy like Jason or little Mark just made them even bigger studs. The three men had each pointed out how story did not explain all the time the pair spent sucking cock, a skill both had honed quite well. The cute blondes answered these charges the only way possible, with silence.

PJ, the boy who was fucking young Mark, was a gorgeous mulatto. His black father was a structural engineer with the largest construction firm in town and his white mother was a teacher at the high school. She would be Ryan's biology teacher during the coming year. Bob knew the parents intimately. A dozen cars and nearly two-dozen guests at an early morning party in the couple's home prompted a complaint call to Syd. The call came from a pair of bigoted neighbors who made no attempt to conceal their hatred for the racially mixed couple.

Upon his arrival that early morning, Syd indeed found a party in progress. However, every car was parked legally and there was no noise audible from the sidewalk. Knowing the nosy neighbors would be watching he approached the door. After a couple minutes, the hostess answered his knocking wearing a very skimpy robe. He looked over her shoulder and around the dimly lit room and saw a large number of partially dressed, and a few totally naked, people. Some were slow dancing and others were in varied intimate embraces. He quickly explained the reason for his visit and told the woman that there was no problem and to enjoy herself. She was pleasantly surprised at his tolerance and gave the sheriff a quick treat. She dropped the robed and displayed her well-toned form to his appreciative eye.

When Syd learned PJ and Jason were fuck buddies, he told Bob about the party he had observed. He added that it was clear not all couplings were male and females. Indeed some of them were actually trios. Bob took it upon himself to make his introduction to the couple. He did so under the false guise of a father worried about his son and theirs engaging in homosexual activity. PJ's parents proved not only to be not concerned that their son was fucking and sucking with other boys, their biggest care was that Bob not be upset that his son had a racially mixed lover. When Bob explained his real reason for coming, a chance to meet a sexually attractive and intriguing couple, an immediate bond was formed.

Before he left that evening, Bob had fucked both husband and wife. In turn, the handsome black man had fucked him. They repeated the experience several times and had even included their two sons. Bob loved to sit back and watch the woman strap on a 9" pink dildo and fuck her son while the man used his slightly smaller cock to fuck Ryan. He would move about the room to sample the assorted mouths and other holes with his cock and lips. Bob's one regret was that he could not attend the bi-sexual free-for-alls they hosted every other month. The couple said anything could and did happen, but the one rule was married couples only. Not even a man and woman who lived together would be allowed, and singles were strictly taboo.

Bob noticed that while PJ had his entire 6" chocolate milk-colored cock buried in little Mark's ass, he was not actually fucking the boy. There was a look of peace and ease on the older boy's face. He wondered if PJ had just cum deep in his son's pussy. As he continued to watch, Mark's flat little belly began to swell like a woman rapidly going through the early stages of pregnancy. The man stepped forward and placed on strong hand on the dark-skinned youth's shoulder. The boy jerked slightly, but did not remove his cock or begin fucking.

"Are you pissing in my son's pussy?" Bob asked in a nonchalant tone.

"Yeah," the kid admitted in a flat voice like he was doing the most natural thing in the world. Then he added, "How'd you know?"

Leaning over to give Mark's rounded tummy a soft pat he said, "My skinny son usually doesn't look like a pregnant girl in her sixth month."

By now the two blondes had finished pissing on and in Mark. Jason had moved over the small boy in a "69" position. His body hid the kid's swollen belly. Tyler was next to Bob and began removing the man's clothes. He did not resist and the youngster quickly had him as naked as the four boys. Bob's cock was only partially erect, but Tyler's 'straight' lips and tongue quickly had him hard. Next to Ryan, Tyler was probably the best cocksucker of the bunch and Bob had to push him away to prevent cumming much too quickly.

PJ was now fucking little Mark. His nearly man-sized prick was sliding smoothly in and out of the young boy's pussy. Once the broad head popped free and was accompanied by a quick squirt of piss. Tyler stepped behind PJ and held his hips steady just long enough to push his cock into the darker boy's ass. The pair then combined to fuck young Mark while Bob moved from Tyler to Jason and back to Tyler sampling their asses and prodding his tongue into their virgin cunts.

PJ was the first to cum. The combined effect of Mark's tight, piss- filled pussy grasping his cock and Tyler's prick working his fuck chute pushed him over the limit. He groaned and jab-fucked Mark half a dozen times before the rigor left his body. His shoulders slumped and he fell or Jason's torso. Tyler was next. The nipping and grabbing his cock got from PJ as he came did the trick and he fired his supply of creamy boy juice into his friend's ass.

When Tyler's cock slid free, Bob was there to claim the mixture of cum and ass juice. He thought PJ had the best tasting ass he had ever eaten and always strove to be first in line to suck a cock that had just fucked him. When Tyler's cock was mostly clean, the man switched his attention to the perfectly rounded cheeks of the black youth's ass. He kissed the smooth globes before prying them apart. His tongue quickly found the slightly opened hole and slid easily inside. The savory flavor of warm cum and steamy boy-cunt immediately met Bob's lips and tongue. He worked about and gathered as much of the tasty mixture as possible before standing up and kissing PJ.

While he had been eating the youngster's ass, Jason had cum in Mark's mouth and added a creamy frosting to the bellyful of piss. Jason was now kneeling before the younger boy and the pair were kissing, their piss and cum soaked lips and tongues locked together. PJ's cock had softened and slid free of Mark's ass allowing a stream of the same mixture to burst free. Bob could see traces of cum mixed in with the piss that had not yet found its way down the drain. He quickly pushed his face into the pool and claimed several mouthfuls of the mixture.

By now Bob was the only person in the room with a hard on. That fact quickly came to the boys' attention. Jason was the quickest, getting his left hand and lips on the target first. PJ, however, was slightly larger, a little stronger and far more determined. He pushed Jason away, rolled Bob onto his back and kept the other two boys at bay. When he had applied a thick coating of spit to the entire shaft, the dark youth moved over the man's body and sat his teen-boy cunt on the hard shaft. It slid smoothly into the freshly fucked hole until the boy's ass was pressed to the man's hard thighs.

Bob loved fucking the firm, snug asses of young boys. He had since he too was that age and with few exceptions, none were as good as PJ. Not only was the kid's dark skin a definite turn on, but also his ass had the perfect shape of a young athletic god. The boy's pussy could also take a big cock like few others. Years of training from countless guys had turned the boy's cunt into a highly educated trench ready to treat any interested man. Other than Ryan and Mark, PJ was the only young boy Bob knew who could take Syd's extra wide fucker.

PJ slid his entire body up and down the man's cock at a leisurely pace. Bob lay back and relished the pleasure and relaxed way it was being given. He his eyes closed, he felt a pair of warm stiff prods bump against his cheeks. Without opening his eyes, the man knew they must be the stiff pricks of Jason and Tyler. He parted his lips and let the pair take turns fucking his mouth. Occasionally, the cousins managed to get the heads of both cocks in his mouth at the same time.

He wondered what Mark was up to until he heard PJ groan, "Oh, yeah. Suck my cock. Lick my balls some, too. Yeah, Mark, you've a got mouth. Swallow it all. Fuck your throat."

Being the only one in the room who had not cum at least once, Bob's cock was the first to erupt. He thrust his hips upward adding to the depth and power of the fuck he and PJ were giving each other. When he came, his body jerked up hard and likely would have dislodged a less experience partner. PJ quickly regained his balance, pressed hard downward to get Bob another half inch deeper and accepted the man's love offering. Five jets of milky cum exploded deep into his body as he willed his insides to try and milk even more.

PJ was the next to cum. When Bob's body eased under him, the teen relaxed and let the man's son take his load. This was his third cum in less than forty-five minutes and amounted to two small bursts and an equal amount that simply seeped into the boy's mouth. PJ, his lust sated and his body sapped of all strength fell backward onto Bob's body just as the other two boys came.

Jason's cock was in the man's mouth and most of his cum found a home there as well. Tyler's cum sprayed in the open and landed on the side of Bob and PJ's faces. Feeling the wet splashes and knowing exactly what they were, PJ turned his face to the left licking the remainder of the boy's cum as it dribbled down the erect shaft. Mark, having completed cleaning the dark youth's cock, looked up and saw the cum- streaked faces. He quickly moved forward and claimed these traces of male cream as well.

A few minutes later, the five bodies still lay in a heap on the tile floor. Jason lay somewhat away from the group. Mark lay atop Tyler's dozing form. Between the three boys, PJ lay with his back and ass pressed against Bob's body. The man's semi-erect cock was still in the youngster's pussy. Their rest was disturbed by the booming voice of Sheriff Hadley.

"Well, what do we have here? I do believe it is a perverted pedophile and the four boys he just finished molesting. Correction, it seems he is still molesting one of them."

"I don't believe you have any room to talk Syd," said Bob slowly sitting up. The movement was enough to adjust PJ's position and dislodge his cock from the boy. Syd and Brian watched a white stream of cum flow from the boy's open pussy. "As I recall, twenty minutes ago you and the good deputy were doing likewise to my son."

"Twenty minutes? Hell, barely more than twenty seconds ago he still had two big man-sized cocks in his hot teen-boy body, and I bet he can still feel them!"

"Anybody thirsty?" asked Brian. "I've got a load of piss built up that could drown a horse."

Wordlessly and as if in a trance, Mark knelt in front of the handsome man and took Brian's flaccid five-inch cock into his mouth. He held it loosely, not sucking or using his tongue. Ready for the hot flood, the boy lifted his eyes until they met the deputy's. Brian relaxed the muscles holding back his piss and let his flow begin. The initial surge filled Mark's mouth and a little dribbled from his mouth.

PJ started to move toward Mark. He liked piss almost as much as the eighteen year-old and hated to see even this little bit go to waste. A strong hand on his shoulder stopped him. Looking up, he saw Syd one hand on PJ's shoulder and the other holding his red, limp cock. As the dark youngster looked at the fat cock, a stream of dark yellow piss burst up and into his face. The man's hand pinched off the heady flow until PJ dropped to his knees and locked his lips around the cum, ass and piss flavored head.

"Here it comes boy. I hope you are one very thirsty piss drinking faggot cause I got a big load stored up. I was going to piss it into that other teen-pussy, but he passed out on me."

PJ opened his mouth briefly and mumbled around the man's cock. It sounded like, "Give it to me mister. I need your piss." Bob thought that was close to what the boy said or would have said had he been able. While he was still trying to decipher the youth's exact words, PJ's mouth was flooded with piss. His lips closed around the squirting tip and he, like his best friend's little brother, strained to swallow as much of the golden treasure as possible.

For nearly a minute Deputy Welton and Sheriff Hadley filled and re- filled the boys' mouths. When PJ's or Mark's mouth would begin to overflow, the man pissing into that boy would stop or at least slow the pace of his stream. By the time they were finally finished giving the boys their twin treats, both men had the beginnings of new hard- ons. PJ and Mark kept up their oral service until the men were completely hard and continued until they had cum one last time. The boys turned to each other and kissed. Their small pointed tongues trading the creamy treat each had been offered.

"Wow, those are two hot mouths. Bob you have to be the luckiest guy in the world. With a pair of hot cocksucking pussy-boys like yours around all day and this gorgeous little slut visiting regularly," Syd slid a hand down PJ's chest. He pinched and tugged a dark purple nipple and then let his hand slide down and around to squeeze his ass. "I think I would have fucked myself to death by now."

"Yeah, man," agreed Brian. "Anytime you want a little extra help keeping their pussies happy, just give us a call."

"Guys, you know you don't need an invitation. You're welcome anytime. Just drop on by or, hell you're the law, just arrest them and fuck their hot cunts in the squad car in one of the cells down at the station," said Bob. "Don't forget to offer their pussies to the other officers and any inmates, as well.

"You've got a deal," agreed Syd.

The three men shook hands and the two lawmen headed back to get their clothes and return to the station. Bob looked back at PJ and Mark and saw they were still ready for more action. PJ, despite being completely hard, was pissing in Mark's face. The youngster let the stream splash against his face. The liquid gold was soaking his hair and body. His dad leaned over and took the dark cock into his mouth and took a drink of the steamy piss.

When PJ had emptied his bladder, he and Bob shared Mark's piss. They took long drinks. They let is splash against their faces. They played in the warm stream like little kids in the summer rain. When Mark finished, the three shared a pissed-spiced kiss and rubbed their wet bodies against each other. Bob suggested they step under the shower and rinse off the sharp smelling liquid, but both boys said they liked the smell, taste and feel of the piss drying on their young bodies.

The nastiness of drinking and playing in so much hot piss had all three hard again. Bob decided to lead them back into the other room and see what Ryan and the others were up to. They found Ryan alone in the dimly lit room. Syd, Brian, Jason and Tyler had all dressed and left. Ryan was no longer in the sling, however. Chains attached to wrist cuffs now suspended him so even his straining toes were still an inch off the floor. His dad approached with an arm around each of the other boys and two fingers in each of their well-fucked pussies.

Bob saw that either Jason and Tyler or Syd and Brian had left his son in quite a predicament. A butt plug, the man's quick inventory of the shelves told him it was hand-shaped and about the size of an average woman's fist, was secure in the boy's cunt. A parachute-style ball- stretcher was tightly grasped his young scrotum. Two heavy lead weights, two-pounders Bob estimated, were suspended from the stretcher. They drug the boy's balls down several inches below where they normally hung. A clear plastic tube, a 3/8" catheter, ran from somewhere deep in the boy's piss hole to his mouth. Finally, metal clips attached a chain to Ryan's stretched-out nipples.

"Wow, dad! Look at Ryan! They really strung him up good. Would you do that to me, too."

Bob looked down at his beautiful younger son and slid a third finger deep into his pussy. Then using only those digits and the palm of his hand cupping the lad's ass he lifted him four feet into the air. Mark squealed with glee as he shot through the air, his pussy stretched by the thick invaders. Bob set him down directly below another set of chains and lowered them until he could secure the leather cuffs to the boy's slender wrists. PJ, reluctantly leaving Bob's side because it meant the man's fingers would leave his ass, stepped over to a switch. A nearly silent motor retracted the chains until Mark swung by his wrists a foot and a half above the floor.

The dusky youth walked back to where Bob stood between his suspended sons. They whispered as if they were making secret plans for the young boy. As was intended, Mark could hear much of what was said and his cock leapt back to life. PJ went to one shelf and came back with a leather gag that extended around Mark's face and buckled in place. It also had a realistic six-inch dildo that filled his mouth and throat. Bob picked up one of his favorite toys and with a wicked smile showed it to his helpless son saying, "Today's the day you take all three."

The three he referred to were a golf ball, a blue rubber ball that was about the size of a tennis ball and baseball. A friend of Bob's had drilled holes through all three. A nylon rope connected them and knots in the rope held the balls in place. The man had used the unique device on his son's pussy twice, but neither time was the boy able to take anymore than just the baseball, if it went in first, or just the two smaller orbs if the golf ball went up his cunt first. However, neither time before had the lad's cunt been so thoroughly fucked in preparation. Bob considered using his fist to further prepare his son, but decided his and PJ's cocks should be enough.

"Which do you want first?" asked Bob, temporarily removing the gag from his son's mouth. As he did, PJ attached a ball-stretcher to Mark's nuts that was similar to and only slightly smaller than the one torturing his brother. Just as Mark was about to answer, PJ clipped on a 12 oz. weight and let it drop four inches. The boy's answer quickly became a squeal of pain.

"AAAAWWWWW!" he groaned. Then, when the pain had subsided and the pleasure had begun, Mark said in an almost dreamy voice, "Put the baseball in first dad. I want it to stretch me real good and plow a lane for the others."

Bob did as his son requested. Replacing the cock-gag, he coated the largest ball with lubricant and pressed it against Mark's pussy. The ball was almost half the size of each of the boy's ass cheeks. Bob pressed hard, relaxed his pressure as his son cried out in pain and pressed again. This time he rotated the ball and then pulled it away a second time. On the second try, he had gotten within millimeters of having the widest part of it up his son's cunt. He knew he could have pushed just a bit harder and had the task complete, but he had two other objectives as well.

For one, he loved looking into the gaping maw that was his son's empty pussy after it had been so thoroughly stretched. He could see the pink and red inner membranes that would hold a cock in such warm softness. Second, he liked the extra pain caused by rotating the ball's raised seams. He had opened ten different boxes at the store until he found this one and had selected it for this feature. Mark admitted that he also loved the burning sensation caused by the bright red stitching.

On the third try the ball popped into Mark's cunt with surprising ease. The combination of the earlier stretching and his dad's decision to push a little harder had the job accomplished quickly. Bob grabbed the end of the rope and began to tease his son's hole. He pulled on the rope just a little and watched as the entire area between his legs distended. The tugs weren't enough to expose the ball, however. That was the purpose of the next several tugs. Each time, more and more of the ball was forcefully extracted from Mark's cunt. PJ was certain that another fraction of an inch and it would pop free.

Bob made sure that did not happen. After tormenting his son by pulling on the ball, he gave him a rest before beginning to work it deeper. He turned to PJ and told him to get one of the glass rods. The older youth smiled wickedly knowing what the man had in mind. He brought him an eight-inch long clear glass rod that was about the size of Ryan's catheter. That observation brought the older boy back to mind and Bob took a minute to inspect him.

Going over to his older son, he slapped the boy's stuffed ass sharply. A pink glow developed and he caressed the fiery flesh. Then using two fingers to grasp his son's sorry excuse for a cock and, pinching it so hard he could feel the catheter, he said, "I cannot believe that my son. The fruit of my loins, the progeny of this cock," he gripped his big dick and shook it at Ryan, "could have such a puny disgusting excuse for a prick." He pinched the tiny head between thumb and index finger nails. When Ryan cried in pain, the plastic tube came free and his father's mouth pressed against his. Their kiss was deep and hard and tasted of boy-piss, the catheter having done its job.

Bob broke the kiss and with a secret smile to let Ryan know how much he truly was loved said, "Now back to my real son. The one who's going to have a real cock not just an overgrown clit."

He his attention went back to Mark and PJ. The first thing he noticed was the glass rod. Less than two inches of the clear glass was visible where it extended from Mark's piss hole. Bob didn't have to be a math whiz to know four inches of the rod ran the length of the boy's cock and that meant two more inches extended even deeper inside. The ever present hard on and the fresh tears attested to the implement's potential for pleasure and pain.

Bob reached for the rubber ball and gave it a heavy coating of the white lubricant. He put it against Mark's ass and with no preamble forced it up his son's pussy. For a moment he thought the quick assault was going to fail, but then he sensed more than felt his son's insides give way. The ball popped in so fast it was almost as though Mark's cunt had sucked it out of his hand.

The boy tried to scream, but little more than a muffled grunt escaped from around the penis gag. Mark would have instinctively tried to pull away from the invasion of his pussy if he could have done so. However, with his feet off the ground, the boy could not control what happened to his body. PJ and Bob watched as the second ball was drawn deeper into the boy's pussy. The stretched opening was finally allowed to close around the thin nylon rope.

"Go get the nipple cups," the man said to PJ. "Get them nice and wet and then make them really pull Mark's nips. By this time next year they, like his cock, should be bigger and meatier than his brother's." PJ got the twin bulbs, wetted them first and then sucked the young boy's nipples until they were nice and hard. Two pumps worked and the tiny brown circles were being stretched outward and the even tinier nipples were filling with blood and other fluids.

"Ready for the last ball?" Bob asked his tortured, but sexually thrilled son. The boy nodded and did his best to smile around the gag and cock that covered and filled his mouth. Bob didn't bother putting any of the lube on the last ball. There was so much grease in and around the boy's pussy it wouldn't matter. Besides, the challenge now was forcing the two big invaders already in his pussy deeper so there would be room for the much smaller third ball.

Bob pulled on the exposed rope and drew the rubber ball partially from his son's pussy. He did this several times enjoying the look of the cunt as it stretched open and the way the boy sucked the ball back inside every time he let go. Next the man used two fingers to open his son and push the balls deeper inside. His efforts were met by immediate resistance the first several tries. On the six or seventh, he felt the slender boys frame shudder and instantly there was a two inch gap between the rubber ball and Mark's cunt lips.

Wondering what had provided the sudden opening, Bob looked around to the front of Mark's body and saw that PJ held his son's cock head tightly between his teeth. The dark-skinned boy pulled back his kissable lips and clearly displayed the bright white teeth that dug cruelly into the boy's sex. PJ released his bite and gave Mark a chance to recover from the pain, before biting him again. This time Bob was ready and popped the last ball into his son's cunt. Again the lips closed slowly as the ball worked itself deeper into the child.

Bob told PJ to release Mark's cock and to come look at his totally stuffed pussy. The teen could not believe all three of the balls were up the kid's cunt. He figured he could probably handle all three, but he was still surprised he could take all three balls.

Bob was hard again and PJ took his cock into mouth and gently sucked on it. The man moved slowly about the room examining each of his captive sons. He made sure PJ could follow his movements without having to release his cock. Bob stopped to speak with his oldest son.

Sliding the fist-shaped dildo in and out of his son's cunt, Bob said, "Ryan, I'm sorry that I barely had time to say 'Hi'. But then you were a little preoccupied when I got here weren't you? So how was school?"

Ryan tried to answer without loosing the catheter. His dad volunteered to hold it. As the boy answered his father's questions, the man alternately blew air into and then sucked even more air out of the tube. "It, oh … ah, was okay dad. I only got fucked a couple times and one of those was by Miss Henderson and that foot-long dildo she likes to wear all day. She uses it on all her lesbian cheerleaders. I told Jason, Tyler and PJ to stop by so I could really get fucked. Syd stopped PJ to see if he wanted to get fucked and he told him about coming here. I guess Syd then radioed Brian. The three guys fucked me first and then they went looking for Mark. The sheriff and his deputy took over fucking my cunt. God, dad, they are really great fuckers!"

"How you feeling now, son?"

"Great. The fist is keeping everybody's cum deep in my hole. I just know it's going to flood out when you remove it."

"I think I'll do that right over the salad I'm making with dinner."

"Oh shit, dad. You are so nasty. I just wish we had somebody else to serve it too like the time PJ, Tyler, you and I shot three loads of cum each into that frosting for the little Mark's birthday. I bet those guys still don't know why it tasted so good!"

"How are your balls holding up against these?" Bob asked as he gently jostled to two weights.

"Ugh, good," the teen grunted.

"And how deep is that catheter? I noticed it sure tastes like piss. You use it already?"

"Yeah dad, I had to. I'm starting to like the taste, but not nearly like Mark or PJ. I don't know how far up it goes, but when you sucked on it I thought you were going to turn my bellybutton inside out." Father and son both laughed at that. The chuckles started the weights attached to Ryan's balls bouncing again. He groaned as his dad put the catheter back in his mouth.

Bob reached one hand down and caressed PJ's face. He drew his hand and fingertips softly across the boy's smooth cheeks and then lovingly cupped his chin. Looking into the cocksucking youth's face he said, "You do that so well. I can almost believe that you're daddy started you the day you were brought home from the hospital."

Moving back to Mark, Bob gave him a hard slap on his tiny ass. The man could feel the presence of the balls, as the little boy butt seemed to have more resistance than normal. He noted that his son's nipples were swollen to several times their normal size. The tiny balls were deep red and the skin above the stretcher was pale white. Without removing the gag, he asked, "And how is my well-hung stud doing this evening?" Mark waited a second for the rubber cock to be removed from his mouth. When it was not, he did his best to again smile and tell his dad how much fun he was having.

Bob loved to sexual humiliate and tortured his sons and was thrilled that they enjoyed it just as much. His next load of cum was slowly building in response to his son's sexy predicaments and PJ's skillful cocksucking. He was just beginning to plan the next round of fun when the bell at the garage rang. Only a select few sex friends and fiends knew about the button hidden behind a placard with his and the boys' names. The bell sounded like an old buzzer as opposed to the more musical notes that came from the bell at the front door. He wondered which of his buddies was dropping by. Maybe Syd and Brian were back?

The man again moved slowly across the room and into the garage making certain PJ's mouth never left his cock. He came to the extra large peephole and was pleasantly surprised to see it was his cocksucker's handsome father. He looked around quickly to see if anyone else was around before opening the door and exposing he and PJ. Bob did notice a large silver SUV in the drive with three or four men inside. He recognized it as the car PJ's mom usually drove so the men must be friends of the boy's dad.

Swinging open the door, he greeted his visitor with a broad smile and a cheery greeting. The man started to step inside and reply when he realized his son was right there! "Well," he sighed, even before greeting Bob or his son, "that answers any questions about where my son is or if you've seen him." He was practically laughing by the time he finished the rushed sentence.

Bob slowly closed the door. He didn't mind people seeing him naked or getting his cock sucked. He was just a little worried some passing prude my call some other cops than Brian and Syd and have him arrested for child molestation.

"Good to see you pal. What's up?" he asked as they shook hands.

"I think you distracted my son and he forgot about an appointment we have for tonight," he said, his eyes meeting PJ's.

"Oh, shit!" the boy exclaimed as he released Bob's hard cock and realized what his dad was talking about. "Tonight's the night those men are in town from St. Louis and we're taking them to 'Strokers!'"

Bob was surprised when the boy mentioned a notorious gay bar and male strip club about thirty miles away. How could PJ and his dad, or more precisely PJ, get into a place like that? The black man saw Bob's confused look and said, "They have three very special, very private secret rooms that can hold parties of three to ten men where anything goes. The only rules are no drugs, no outside alcohol and you have to hire at least one of their strippers for $250 an hour plus tips. After that, it's 'anything goes.'"

"I thought you had to be 21 to get in there..."

"Anything," reiterated the man. "As long as everybody consents and keeps the secret. I know a guy who threw his son's 'Coming of Age' party their complete with four of the boy's buddies, two of their dads and himself. Plus, they hired three of the strippers! Said it was the best $1000 he ever spent."

"Wow!" was all Bob could say.

"Let's get going, PJ. We already may be a little late and its costing my company $500 an hour for that 6'5" blonde stud and the cute little Asian guy you like so much! These men came to watch my boy dance and fuck with two pros and then to have the three of you service them."

"Shit, dad," exclaimed PJ again. "I smell like piss, cum and sweat. Shouldn't I clean up first?"

"No time, boy. Besides, these guys like their boy's reeking of sweat and cum and if they can't handle a little piss, fuck 'em."

PJ quickly ran back into the private room and grabbed his jeans. He struggled to get them on over his damp and sticky body. As he did, his dad apologized to Bob for stealing his cocksucker, but the man told him not to worry that he had two others in the next room. PJ managed to get his semi-erect cock back into his pants, but didn't bother with the zipper or his shirt. The two men and the boy said their farewells.

Bob watched the sexy kid climb into the back seat of the SUV. Even from a distance of thirty feet, he clearly saw at least one hand slide into the open fly of PJ's jeans. Bob closed the door and walked back into the playroom. He wondered which of his boy's deserved the load of cum PJ had so skillfully worked up.

"I wonder," he thought aloud, "which of those two stuffed boy-cunts can stretch to handle old dad?" He gripped his hard cock and gave it a couple strokes. "Winner gets the creamy prize!"

Labels: family, gangbang, incest, orgy, piss, police, teen, younger-older

[Saw this on Craiglist - thought it was worth repeating...]

It was the night of my 18th birthday. I was wandering the streets, drunk and stoned out of my mind, not sure where I was. You came up and put your arms around me and said you had a big cock and wanted to take me back to your place and fuck my twinky ass all night long. You looked hot and smelled really good, so I said okay. Then I must have blacked out.

I woke up the next morning, naked, on top of a pile of garbage bags on the street, surrounded by rats that were biting me. You had shaved all the hair off my head and cock. You had painted the words "human toilet" in big red letters on my chest and I was covered in piss and shit. On my back, it said "fuck this" and there was an arrow leading down to my butt. There was an empty beer bottle shoved up my hole and, when I removed it, wads of cum came pouring out.

Dude, that wasn't very nice.

But the worst part is, I forgot to get your phone number ...

Labels: gangbang, piss, rape, teen

When he presses the buzzer I open my door and buzz him into the building. Quickly I get back on the bed, face down, wearing a slave collar, and leather wrist and ankle cuffs. As I hear the door shut and hear him come into the room, my heart begins to race... focusing in on the quiet sounds that for some reason seem so loud... the sound of his zipper, belt buckle, the sound of his clothes coming off and falling to the floor... not knowing what will happen next.

Though my heart races, it is from excitement not fear. The fear ended long ago, and was replaced by unending trust. My master hurts me, uses me, abuses me, but I am never harmed and I have no fear of being harmed. I do what he tells me, I never say no, and I never feel the need to question or think it over first. The only needs that matter are his needs. What I need doesn't matter, but I can tell you that it is very fulfilling and rewarding to see that his needs are met, and to see him get turned on. Truthfully, that is enough for me. There is nothing that makes me happier than to see him have a good time.

As I'm face down in the pillow, he grabs me by the collar and lifts me up off the bed, arching my back. Under his breath he tells me that I'm a fuckin pig and that I had better please him. As I start to get light-headed and feeling weak... I can feel his hand pressing at my hole, testing to be sure I'm properly lubed and loosened up. He lets go of the collar and I fall onto the bed. As I reach out to grab poppers, the loud crack of his hand whacking my ass fills the room as he gives his first order. "ASS UP - HEAD DOWN!"

I am so overwhelmed with excitement and poppers, what he said just didn't register quickly, and I didn't respond fast enough. "DOUCHE BAG! ARE YOU FUCKIN' STUPID? I SAID ASS UP HEAD DOWN!" I am startled, though not scared, when suddenly he smacks me upside the head. Quickly, I follow his order and get in position. Immediately, he uses his knees to kick my legs apart.

As he sticks his cock up my ass, he grabs me by the collar and shoves my head down in the pillows. I don't resist because I know how good he always is to me. Submitting to everything he wants is the only means I have to prove my trust to him. My ass starts to rock and he smacks me again telling me to tighten up. As I tighten up, he starts to moan. Hearing him moan with pleasure in addition to the incredible feeling of his cock deep in my ass, brings me to the very verge of shooting my load. I have to work hard to distract myself, despite the feeling of my cum boiling inside, aching to get out, making me twitch and tremble.

He pulls out and backs off, reaching over to lube up that huge dildo. It measures 9 X 8 and is really huge. We are using it to work towards the day when I take his fist. That will be a very special moment. As he lubes it up, I reach for the poppers and take a real big hit. He starts to work that dildo slowly in my hole, twisting and thrusting it to get me looser. He's being really careful when it gets deep.. so as not to harm me. But as I get higher and higher on poppers.. I can't help myself. I start to buck around like a wild animal. I want to take it all the way, I want to show him that I'm making progress. I want to prove to him I'm trying. With him holding it in place, I'm backing into it, wiggling onto it, being the hungry fucking bitch I am.. I fantasize that he will overpower me and force it all the way in, but I know that he is more cautious and caring than that. He is cruel, but he would never harm his pig nor risk injuring me. He's very good to me.

He orders me "DON'T MOVE! STAY STILL!" Despite my complete and total respect of him, I am so out of control I just can't help myself. My teeth are clenched, I'm breathing rapidly, and growling like an angry dog as I continue to buck around trying to take that dildo. I am consumed by the moment and not even realizing that I am acting in total defiance of the master who I worship. Worried, I think, that I would get more out of control and injure myself, he yells "I TOLD YOU NOT TO MOVE, ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?" He grabbed me by the collar and yanked me up, smacking me in the head and continuing to yell. He punched me in the back, and it snapped me into reality. I froze in place, motionless, except for my rapid breathing. Agitated and panting, my mouth going dry, I was motionless.

"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING? WHEN I SAY DON'T MOVE BITCH; YOU DON'T FUCKING MOVE!" I didn't respond, I didn't move. "I AM GOING TO HAVE TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU NOW, IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?" I never say no to my master. He is too good to me. I just screwed up so bad, I had to be punished. I knew it. I couldn't make it worse by saying no. I nodded affirmatively. He looked around the room and grabbed my belt. He reached down on the floor and picked up one of his socks, stuffing it into my mouth. If he needed to keep me quiet, I knew this would be bad. He walked around the other side of the bed, and yelled "IS THIS WHAT YOU FUCKING WANT? IS IT?" I turned my head to see him standing there. His perfect v-shaped body, an angry look on his face, and the belt doubled back in his hand, cocked and pulled back ready to strike hard. "IS THIS WHAT YOU FUCKING WANT CUNT?" I nodded affirmatively. As I saw him cock back further ready to strike, my eyes closed. The crack of the belt filled the room, the sting was intense. A few more lashes with that belt, each one getting harder and more painful. Just when I started to think that I couldn't take any more, he threw the belt on the floor. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD FUCKING DO THIS!" The disappointment in his voice made my mind race, wondering what would happen next, and trying to think of a way to fix this mistake.

With his sock still in my mouth, he grabbed me by the collar and dragged me into the bathroom. I was crawling on my hands and knees but being pulled at the same time, feeling weak due to the tightness of the collar. He ordered me in the tub. While I was kneeling in the tub, I could see the disappointed look on his face. He pulled his sock out of my mouth, rolled it up into a ball, held it out and started to piss all over it. It was so soaked with his piss that it was dripping. He held it in front of my mouth and ordered: "OPEN!" I opened my mouth wide, and he shoved his sock completely in. My mouth was filled with the sock and the taste of his piss when he ordered "CLOSE!" I closed my mouth and stared at the floor of the tub in complete shame. He then said, "I WAS JUST ABOUT TO SAY SOMETHING NICE, AND THEN YOU HAD TO GO AND DO THIS! YOU JUST STAY THERE AND DON'T MOVE!" As he walked out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, I hung my head in shame. This is the man I worship. This is the man who is trying to teach me to be a better pig. He beats me not because he hates me, he beats me because he wants the best for me, but I frustrate him really bad when I fuck up. The feeling of shame was just overwhelming.

As I kneeled in the tub in complete silence, I heard the sound of him pouring a large glass of water from the pitcher. Time elapsed and again I heard water being poured from the pitcher. I knew what would soon follow, but of course I never know for sure. My master is very unpredictable. Time passed, what seemed like a very long time, and I didn't hear a single sound. I began to worry that something might be wrong with my master. Is he that angry with me or has something happened to him? I listened even closer, trying my best to hear some noise, something at all, to show me that he was ok. Hearing nothing at all, I began to get very concerned. I was contemplating calling out to him, asking him if he was OK, but was very worried that he might think that I was an impatient pig, or trying to rush him. I'm patient, but if something was wrong, I would hate my master to think that I'm an uncaring pig or a selfish pig. I love my master, and if something were wrong I would run to assist him, just as I know he would do for me even though I'm just a pig. I turned my head looking out into the hallway, hoping again to hear something, and just then, he rounded the corner coming into the bathroom.

I quickly began looking at the floor of the tub, and hoped that he hadn't seen me looking out into the hallway. I was so relieved that everything was OK with him. He grabbed me by the collar and pulled me so that I was facing him. I didn't look at him because when a pig makes eye contact it is disrespectful and considered an act of aggression. I stared straight ahead at his cock, only inches from my face. I jumped, startled, as he leaned down and spit in my face. As his spit dripped down my cheek, I once again filled with shame. When master spits in my face, he is letting me know how disgusted and upset he is with me.

He grabbed my by the collar hard, and yanked me up, ordering me out of the tub and onto the floor. I got out of the tub and kneeled quickly on the floor. Still holding my collar, he pushed me over closer to the toilet, and slowly pushed me down into the bowl, stopping with my face just inches from the water. "YOU NEED TO FUCKIN LEARN PIG, TO DO WHAT I TELL YOU TO DO!" With that said, he pushed my face down into the water. It was ice cold and I couldn't breathe. Out of reaction, certainly not defiance, I pushed back to get my face out of the water. He tightened up his grip and held me firmly under water. I stopped resisting. I worked hard to just relax and stay calm. I didn't fight. He held my head under with just one hand, and then crouched down enough to get his cock up my hole. My mind was running out of control. Feelings of panic held back only by my unending trust in him, but so distracted and turned on by the feeling of him fucking my ass slow and deep, making me want to cum like never before. It's as if he wanted to really fuck up my head, giving me all these emotions to process all at once... all of course, while unable to speak or breathe. Overwhelmed, I had to focus on showing my trust in him, and obedience. I was determined to show I was a good pig, and a sturdy durable pig.

Finally he grabbed my collar and yanked me up out of the water. Gasping for breath, panting, and dripping in ice cold water, I realized that only about thirty seconds had elapsed, but it sure felt like an eternity.

He held me by the collar and ordered me back in the tub. When trying to stand up, shaken, I slipped on the wet floor, but my master held tight and didn't let me fall. I'm sure that I looked like a pathetic pig. Master said nothing. He is good to me, and never judges me. Sure he calls me a douche bag, a slut, a cunt, a whore, a pig, but these are not criticisms, these are just facts.

I knelt in the tub facing him, and soon a quick stream of piss hit me in the face. I flinched, startled. I try to stay still, but no matter how hard I try, I always flinch when his piss hits me in the face. I feel ashamed, because I always worry that he may think that I don't like his piss. I love his piss. Giving me his piss is one of the nicest things he does for me. That's how I know that he cares. I wish I weren't greedy, but sometimes a pig just can't help himself. I stared as his cock like a hungry bitch, and opened my mouth wide, hoping that he might be so good to me as to fill my mouth with his piss and let me drink it. He aimed, and started spraying a stream of his hot piss in my mouth. I can't describe the taste, but it makes the cum start to boil inside me. I try to enjoy as much as I can, but with my mouth open, it spills out, and when I close my mouth for a second just to swallow, it sprays all over my face.

He stopped. "YOU'RE WASTING ALOT OF MY PISS, MAYBE I SHOULD JUST FINISH PISSING IN THE TOILET! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO?" He moved and stood in front of the toilet waiting for my response. I shook my head and pleadingly said "NO! PLEASE! I'M TRYING!" He turned back and stuck his cock in my mouth. Patiently, I waited for it to start. He started to trickle his piss in my mouth, I waited a few seconds and took the first gulp. A moment later, he put it up to full pressure, and I could feel it streaming and swirling around in my mouth. I was having to take a big gulp every few seconds, my cheeks puffing out, but not spilling a drop. Gulp after gulp, I was going into a trance, wanting it never to end. I am always thankful that he is so good to me. My needs don't matter, I know that, but my master is good to me even though I don't deserve it.

He ordered me not to move, and left the room. I was so horny and hard, I really thought that I was going to just shoot cum everywhere. I had his piss all over my face, in my hair, on my chest, dripping everywhere. I was a mess. I was the ultimate example of a total pig. Cold, wet, exploited, shivering, emotionally broken down, but yet appreciative. A long time passed, slowly I began to dry. Periodically I would hear him pouring more water from the pitcher to his glass. I felt bad that I wasn't there to do it for him. That's one of my jobs.

He came back in the bathroom, I was still kneeling, and mostly dry. The smell of his dried piss was all over me, marking his property. He does own me after all. He grabbed the red rubber douche bag, unscrewed the hose, and began to piss into the bag. I couldn't believe how much piss he had in him. "ASS UP HEAD DOWN!" he ordered. I quickly got in position. He got in the tub with me, straddling my body. As I looked at the floor of the tub, I was staring at his beautiful feet, standing in droplets of his own piss...wanting to lick the piss off of his feet. I have so much trust in him, I was in my own world, not even paying attention to him as he played with my ass and inserted the tube. That's part of being a pig I guess. I heard the click of the valve being released, open, and soon felt my insides being completely filled with master's hot precious piss. I can't even describe how warm and secure it made me feel... content to be as always, in his total control. I was starting to feel really full, almost a little discomfort. I wouldn't complain though, what could be better than to be that full of piss from the master you worship. The discomfort was just a tiny sacrifice to prove my respect and appreciation. He clicked the valve off and set the bag aside. He told me to hold it. I tried, and did well, until he started to finger my ass. His piss was spraying out a little here and there. "ARE YOU LEAKING?" he asked, taunting me, "I TOLD YOU TO HOLD IT" I started to explain, "I'M TRYING BUT..." he interrupted "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

I was getting so turned on, so horny, just realizing that here I was with my hot master, his toy, and completely filled with his piss... Before I could even imagine what was going to happen next he crouched down and slowly stuck his cock right up my ass. As he started to slowly ram it in and out, his precious piss was spilling out all over the place. I tried to tighten up so I wouldn't spill more, but my efforts were useless. I was watching his hot piss running down the bottom of the tub between my legs. I was feeling like such a useless pig. I wanted so bad to hold it as he told me to, but I couldn't stop it. I was worried that I was disappointing him once again. Slowly he began to moan and really get into it, with his piss spilling everywhere. He sounded so excited and so turned on, my worries disappeared and the moment began to consume me. Once again this pig was getting overwhelmed with the whole situation. An ass full of piss, my master's cock pounding my ass, and moans that proved beyond any doubt that he was having a good time. When my master is having a good time, it just drives me wild. Abruptly he stopped. He stood up, and stepped out of the tub. As he walked out of the bathroom, he said under his breath. "CLEAN YOURSELF OFF." I took a deep breath and stood up. I was a total mess. I was too covered in piss to even step onto the floor. I had to empty the rest of his piss right there in the tub. It broke my heart to let go of it, but I did.

I felt a sense of accomplishment. When my master moans, it makes me feel like a good pig. I never get overconfident though, if anything, it inspires me to be even better. Feeling like I had done a good job, I was happy. I just felt great, and slowly unbuckled my wrist and ankle cuffs, and one by one threw them over into the sink, then I removed my slave collar. I took a hot shower and cleaned up real nice for my master. I wanted to get back on the bed with him, all warm and clean. When I finished, I cleaned up the cuffs and collar, dried myself off, and returned to the bedroom. I stood at the end of the bed, and with determination, put my collar and cuffs back on. I wanted to show him that pig was reporting again for duty.

When I was done, I got face down on the bed beside him, but of course respectfully, with my head at the foot of the bed, and trying not to take up much room. Like a loyal dog, this pig takes comfort in being near his master, even when nothing is happening. He rested his feet on my back, and just watched the porn movie that was playing. I didn't move. I was peacefully still, my face buried in the sheets, just enjoying the moment. I wanted it to go on forever.

After our rest, he ordered me to move towards the center of the bed and stay on my stomach. He lubed up my ass and started to play. It was a few moments before I had realized, that he was not using his hand, but using his foot...to see how much of his foot he could get up my bitch hole. He started to laugh at me, but it never bothers me. I love to turn him on, and love to entertain him, and it felt so good to be comfortable with him, and so good to be his toy. Soon he ordered me to turn around. When I turned around he ordered me to clean his foot.

With enthusiasm, I licked his toes, and the bottom of his foot. I got it as wet as I could, and opened wide so that he could stick his foot in my mouth. I tried so hard to get as much of his foot in my mouth as possible. I tried too hard. I scraped his foot with my teeth. "YOU FUCKING CUNT! BE CAREFUL! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" I held his foot with both of my hands, and continued to lick and suck his foot carefully. The whole time, gently rubbing his foot lovingly while holding it with the other, to show him how sorry I was.

He grabbed me by the collar and pulled me higher up on the bed and pushed my face down in the pillows. Once again he grabbed that 9 x 8 dildo and started lubing it up, and lubing up my ass. I reached and grabbed the poppers, and had a short blast. At this point in our time together, I was pretty loosened up even without poppers. He was working it really good, and quite deep and suddenly paused. He reached down on the floor to grab his one dry sock and reached for the ethyl chloride. He sprayed it heavily on his sock, concentrating it in one spot, drenched. He reached and grabbed my collar with one hand, and with his other hand, cupped the ethyl covered sock over my mouth. There was no getting away from him, and of course I didn't want to. I was being taken, being assaulted, being drugged, unable to resist his power, and not wanting to either. I am his to take total control of. It was sprayed so strong, I could feel it burn my lungs. I took three deep breaths. In through my mouth covered with the sock, and out through my nose. This avoids wasting any when I exhale. At the end of the third breath, he started to release his hand over my mouth, but being a hungry bitch, I wanted more. I buried my face into his hand, pressing hard. I wanted to show him that he was taking me with full consent. I was going to be his drugged fuck toy, a helpless defenseless pig. I don't need to defend myself though, as I've said, my master would never harm me.

Deep inside, I get even harder when he does take me by force, holding that ethyl sock over my mouth. I love it when he rapes me by force. But his judgment is better than my own, and he watches out for me even when I don't watch out for myself. He pulled his hand away, so that I couldn't breathe anymore of the ethyl. Now a drugged and wild horny out of control pig, I was so fucking hungry for that 9 x 8. I pushed hard to get myself opened up, and I could hear him gasp with excitement and shock. This bitch was takin' it! I was ravenous, and started to buck and growl, acting like a rabid dog, an out of control animal. I was taking it so well, he finally pulled out the dildo, and started to work his hand up my ass. There is nothing I want more than to do this for him. It's something we both want. It is going to be a very special moment when we do it. I want it so desperately I get out of control. Luckily, he keeps his head on straight, and realizes that we have to be patient so that pig doesn't get injured. I could feel him getting closer and closer, deeper and deeper, but then it started to get painful. Defiantly and without permission, I grabbed the ethyl spray and his sock, and sprayed that sock till it was wet. I took a few deep breaths and suddenly felt the wave come over me, I was now completely inhuman. Pure animal. Without permission I spoke, loudly, begging my master, "DO IT! DO IT! I KNOW WE CAN DO THIS! GO AHEAD! DO IT! I WANT TO DO THIS FOR YOU SO FUCKING BAD!"

He slowed down, pulled back a bit, and stopped. Slowly, he pulled his hand out. We did not get all the way. He was silent. As a few minutes elapsed, my mind came back to reality, but he was still silent. He just was still. I began to reflect at my outburst. Realizing what a bad pig I had just been. Risking injury, defying his power. I began to remember when this happened earlier, and I took the belt. I can handle the belt, but I can't handle making angry the master who I worship. He said nothing. Sometimes he lets me off the hook. I don't know why. I suspect that maybe he realizes that sometimes I mean well, and just get out of control.

We relaxed, and as minutes went by, I began to really feel the need to piss. I asked for permission and was denied. Time went by, and the need to piss was so intense I couldn't think of anything else, so I had to ask him again for permission. "OK - YOU CAN PISS - BUT YOU KNOW THE DRILL!" I do know the drill. If I have to piss during our time together, I must piss in a bowl and then drink it. I went and got a bowl, went into the bathroom and in seconds, filled the entire bowl with piss. I returned to the bedroom. Usually we keep pissplay in the bathroom.

When I came back into the bedroom he looked surprised. "WHERE IS YOUR PISSBOWL PIG?" I replied "IN THE BATHROOM" He looked at me in disgust and said, "WELL GET ON YOUR FUCKIN HANDS AND KNEES AND GO GET IT!" I got on my hands and knees and crawled into the bathroom. I had to hold the full bowl with one hand and crawl back on my knees, using my other hand to balance me. I have never moved so slowly and carefully, thinking of the $4,000 check I wrote last year to carpet this place. When I got back into the bedroom, he was relaxing on the bed watching me carefully. "GET A TOWEL AND PUT IT ON THE FLOOR - PUT THE BOWL ON THE TOWEL!" It took me a few moments, but I was able to get that accomplished. He came over to where I was on the floor, and told me to kneel in front of the bowl. He got behind me, and grabbed me by the collar, twisting it until I began to feel lightheaded. He let go and ordered me to lean over and drink the piss. Slowly I leaned forward, and just as I got my face over the bowl, he put his hand on the back of my head and forced my face into the bowl of piss. With my nose and mouth completely immersed, I could not breathe. He held me there and ordered me to drink. Soon, I realized that he was not going to let me up to breath, I would have to drink it quickly to lower the level of piss in the bowl to allow myself to breathe. It didn't take more than four or five big slurps, until I could breathe. I stopped to catch my breath, and at that moment, he shoved his dick into my ass and started fucking me again. While he's fucking me, he commented, "IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE YOU'RE FINISHED - START DRINKING" I'm trying to drink piss from a bowl without spilling while he is slowly fucking my ass. I am fucking out of my mind and out of control wanting to shoot my load, but too busy slurping up piss. Finally I finished, and took a deep breath. He ordered me to lick the bowl clean, and I did.

"GET ON YOUR BACK!" he ordered. Quickly I complied. Flat on my back, on the floor, staring at the ceiling, poppers close by. He grabbed me by the balls and started to squeeze. I started to moan, and really thought I was going to cum. While squeezing with one hand, he started to lightly hit my balls with the palm of his other hand. It was a delicious pain. Such a sweet deep pain. I reached for the poppers and started to moan. For several moments I was pure heaven. He then told me to jerk off. OH FUCK! This was going to be great. I began stroking it and he continued working my balls real hard. I took a hit of poppers and kept going. While holding my balls and pulling them with one hand, he reached up and grabbed my collar, twisting and pulling it until I was almost sitting up and in his arms. Both hands going tighter, there was no avoiding it anymore. Cum went exploding in all directions. Releasing a build up for days, not to mention after being on the verge for several hours or heavy duty play. I collapsed on the floor, totally spent, totally used up.

While I was still on the floor on my back, he sat on the end of the bed. We had a nice talk, though it was mostly about my failings as a pig. Where I fall short, where I need to improve. I finally admitted to him that I knew I wasn't doing a very good job. He was glad that I understood. He was really nice about it, not mean at all. Still, I felt bad, knowing how I disappoint him often. But it gives me something to work towards. My only purpose is to please him.

Labels: piss, power-and-control, s/m