Part 4 Little Petey Pulls a Brunch Train
My erstwhile Doms left me hanging in their basement playroom, after being brutally, shocked, fucked, flogged, and fucked again. It was a rough night. When they first left me hanging from a rope, a dildo up my ass and attached to the wall, mouth gagged, arms tied behind me, and blindfolded, I felt mostly exhausted from the effort.
I tried to sleep in this precarious position, but when I'd nod off, I'd start to choke. I pushed myself deep onto the dildo in my ass to steady myself, so I as not to shift around on the wobbly bondage boots. This made it easier keep from sleep-choking. Being left like this, as always, put me in a strange quandary, feeling both degraded and aroused. Again, it played on conquering my fears.
I had abandonment issues, which likely contributed to an underdeveloped sexuality. My dad left when I was two, and I never really knew him. My mother remained unmarried, and a parade of "uncles," "friends" and variously described men came in and out of my mother's life. Most just ignored me, some treated me well, but then would leave, and others were just assholes to me.
My mother tried, but she didn't have the wherewithal. I was raised basically hiding alone in my room, playing video games or watching tv with headphones on to ignore what was happening in the next room. The more dominant men that came to see my mother scared me most. One yelled at me to go back in my room, and threatened me, when I was getting something from the fridge. After that, my mom would warn me when she would have company, and I stayed in my room out of the way.
Hanging in the basement, left to suffer by my johns, was a worst-case scenario of sorts, but I was sure that in the morning, they would be excited to use me again, and that reassured me. I loved both that they were so hot for me and yet so cruel and aloof. Again, it gave me a weird sense of power. Though I was now owned sexual property, it freed me from fears of inadequacy. I could finally fulfill my sexual partners' desires, which I could never do as a man.
As a straight man, I had been overwhelmed and stress out. Frankly, I didn't have the equipment or the temperament to satisfy a woman. I am much more comfortable now receiving sexual attention than trying to provide it. My teeny penis was always a liability that shamed me, but now it was an asset I was proud of. My Doms enjoyed flicking and twisting my little cage and found my tiny dicklet amusing and unthreatening.
Sometime in the small hours (maybe 2am), I awoke choking. I couldn't get back to sleep anyway and—feeling the dildo deep up my ass—I slowly began to slither it in and out. I was replaying snippets of the night in my mind, as I felt the pressure of the dildo penetrate me deep. I purposely choked myself pulling my ass cheeks apart to give myself completely to the rubber cock. The great thing about a big dildo on a long stick is that you can get it really deep up there.
I went well past the junction of the (I'd say) ten-inch dildo and the stick. I could feel it reach beyond where any of the cocks had gotten. I was moaning loudly into my soft fat gag, my eyes closed, almost passing out and so close to cumming. I must have been doing this about ten minutes, when, suddenly, I felt a hand on my mid back, I stopped stock still in shock, my sexual revery disturbed.
They must have had a monitor or camera. It was Herb; he pulled me off the rubber cock pushing forward, choking me. He slowly replaced the rubber dildo with his big fat cock and let me go to work on it. I was so close; it only took a few strokes before I was begging him to let me cum. He grunted his permission fucking me hard and fast, when I was shuddering too much to do it.
He built up a huge head of steam. He was fucking me off the ground, and I was slipping around on the boots, alternately choked and tossed in the air. He came roaring like a lion holding me up. He pulled right out and came around to my mouth. I had to bring my arms way way up behind me to bend low enough to get his cock in my mouth. But the effort made it feel special.
As he popped his beautiful still stiff, but deflating, cock in my mouth, it occurred to me that Will's cum had been trapped in my hole and was now mixed in with Herb's fresh offering, as he fed me his slimy member. That thought made me feel so nasty; I thanked Daddy, for turning me into such nasty fuck-slut. I had gone my whole adult life without anyone having sexual interest in me; now suddenly I had enflamed these alpha men to lurid acts with me. And, I owed it all to my Daddy.
Herb cut me down from my predicament and gently carried me upstairs to a hot bath, ibuprofen PM, and a nice comfy queen-size bed, where I slept soundly until almost noon, when Will knocked on my door and came in with brunch on a tray. He let me sit up, then set the tray on its legs over my lap.
"G'morning, little sleepy slut, Petey. Compliments of the chef!" He said, kissing my forehead and spreading a napkin over my chest.
"Eat, honey; then, when you are ready, come downstairs; we have some friends dying to meet our pretty little whore!"
Having had only piss and cum for dinner the night before. I was starving. The brunch, however, was very light fare. Coffee, a boiled egg, oatmeal and fruit salad. I devoured it in an instant and took the coffee with me into the bath. Despite the residual aches and soreness, I was excited to meet Herb and Will's friends. I couldn't believe this was my new normal. My libido was making up for lost time. Despite how hard they had fucked and abused me, I was insatiable and ready for more!
I wondered just how many friends were downstairs waiting to pounce on me and feed me their cocks. In the large bathroom, with the claw-foot tub and Victorian-inspired fixtures, I saw my naked body in the full-length mirror. I traced the markings from the night before: the stripes on my chest, the welts and bruises. I turned around by the giant mirror and pointed my booty at it. I poked at the bruises and felt the pain left behind, but smiled, thinking of Will and then Herb fucking me, while I hung there helpless. I felt and saw the ligature marks on my throat.
The evidence reassured me; it had not been a dream. I had been fucked, shocked, and beaten by two real men, and I had loved every minute of it. And wanted to hurry down for more. An enema kit had been conspicuously placed on the sink counter. I cleaned myself out well and showered, feeling both the soreness and anticipation in my hole, despite the workout from the night before.
When I came out, much revived by sleep, a meal, and a hot shower, I found a new lingerie set laid on the bed. It was panties, like mine, but pink lace with larger front that covered my mound. A very sheer bra of the same lace that covered my chest but highlighted my big nipples. Over this, I put on a red silk robe also left folded on the bed. Pink stockings covered my legs to mid-thigh, with lacey cuffs matching the underwear and a pair of white pumps with pink bows in the front. Luckily the shoes had a chunky low heel, so I could walk in them.
I walked down the formal semi-spiral staircase and followed the party noises to the parlor, where six men were drinking mimosas and reveling. As I walked through the arched doorway, everything stopped, like when the judge enters a courtroom. The whole room seemed to breathe in at once and take me in.
I felt like the ugly duckling finally transformed into a beautiful swan. I basked in their leers and lewd stares. I smiled broadly and had to contain a giggle. Herb came over to me with a mimosa and his beguiling smile.
"Come, my dear... let me introduce you to the
gang
