Part 6 Noah's Girl: A New Development
Daddy was so satisfied with my contributions to success with the Dixons that the next day he sent a text expressing thanks. I was, of course, of two minds on this project. I had helped recruit a new sex slave for my master, which necessarily meant I'd have even less access to him, but I was also proud to have pleased him. The front desk let me know there was a package for me: a small gift-wrapped box he left for me.
It was kind of heavy for its size. I opened it excitedly back in my apartment. It was a beautiful chrome buttplug with a jeweled end with the words "Daddy's Li'l Whore" etched on sparkly ruby-colored glass. As soon as I got it open, I eagerly pushed it into my hungry hole and thought of how lucky I was.
But, after that, I had no communication from Daddy for about a week. It was a day Carlos was coming over for training, and I was horny as hell from the lack of attention. While I had been able to make myself cum on my own with the lovely new plug. I was hungry for real cock. I was worried I would not be able to resist.
About an hour before I expected Carlos, I got a text from Daddy giving me a special reward for obedience and good behavior. He gave me permission to have Carlos fuck me, plus a special treat he did not specify. But I would have to agree to "pay" for it after; I was more than happy with the arrangement. I had not been disciplined in any real sense in weeks (a few moderate slaps during the Dixon's session were all). I yearned to feel him to strike me, and it would be guiltless.
Carlos arrived earlier than usual; we ran through our routine quickly, with me eyeing him like a kid candy store. I could hardly wait to finish our workout, so I could have my reward. I kept rubbing my no longer quite so skinny derriere on him whenever I could, and grazed his cock when it came near. When we were done, I could wait no more, and I kissed him deeply and let him kiss be back hard.
We both went into my bathroom and showered while we made out like young lovers. I kneeled in the bathtub unable to wait to suck his beautiful cock. He pissed, and I just continued sucking his lovely cock. I had come to expect, even enjoy, the pissing, but I love the taste of Carlos's piss; much like his cum, its saltiness has hint of sweetness. We finished showering and dried ourselves. Carlos carried me to the living room and placed me on the oversized ottoman. He threw my legs over my head and began to rim my asshole, while I held my ankles near my ears.
I was in this compromised position, when I heard a clatter at my front door; I looked over to see it swing open, and the maintenance guy, who had seen me after the Dixon's, came ambling in. He held the door behind him for two other guys also dressed like workmen. He double-locked the door behind him and brought his entourage to where I lay on the ottoman my legs akimbo behind my shoulder, my hole opening up to Carlos's attentions.
"Hey, little faggot! Nice to see you again." Said the maintenance guy, who said his name was Phil.
He was a relatively big, red-faced white guy, with red hair, not as muscle-bound as Noah, with more of a middle-age paunch. His friends, Tomas and Wayne, were all smaller. Tomas was like Carlos a thin wiry muscular Latino man, who was about 5'9"; he was mid-thirties and from the wedding ring on his finger, married.
Wayne was a dark-complexioned young black man with a medium build, handsome rugged face, not fat, but a kind of a lumpy body. He looked like he spent more time at the bar than the gym. He had a beard like a hipster and the affect to match. "Yo, rad, man..." he enthused gawking at my exposed condition.
I had a moment of absolute and irrational panic as saw them. The embarrassment of being discovered in such a state, by strangers who leered at me intently, was overwhelming for a second. I expected my "surprise" would be something like this, but it was hard not to feel suddenly vulnerable as these guys suddenly occupied my space.
They surrounded our position on the ottoman, pinching and poking at me in various ways while simultaneously ripping off their clothes. I shifted from panic to anticipation, as I watched them take their pants off and their cocks come into view. Tomas's was probably the smallest, it was still well-above average, but just about eight or so inches, but quite girthy, Wayne had the biggest, but Phil was close, at least ten inches with a fat red helmet head.
Phil might have been a tad longer, but slimmer, but he had a thick foreskin, which I loved. The thick foreskin had forced the head of his cock to develop into a conical shape, pointy at the end and widening rapidly down the shaft. Wayne's was much fatter and only slightly shorter. He had a distinctly "helmet-head" that looked delicious to me, anticipating it in my ass.
They each grabbed a limb and they ferried me from the ottoman onto a plastic drop-cloth they had spread on the floor in the space between my living room and dining areas. They knelt me and surrounded me. I meekly placed my hands behind my back and opened my mouth for them already knowing what came next. I was so eager for it to start; I went from one to the next licking their cocks lightly to get them started.
I held Phil's foreskin-covered head between my lips looking closely at the veiny red monster, as he began his stream, Wayne came next over my right shoulder and I leaned back to try to get them both in me. Tomas, who was in front of me aimed at my face and managed to get some in my mouth. Carlos had just pissed and didn't start until the rest were almost done; he just dribbled a little. He was still dribbling, when I reach out with my chin and put his head in my mouth and swallowed as much as I could.
Phil and Wayne tugged on my arms behind my back and made me jerk their cocks, while I swallowed Carlos's fat juicy cock as it began to harden in mouth. Tomas was reaching down and tweaking my big nipples and smacking my face around. Phil suddenly yanked my mouth off Carlos's cock and moved me onto his own. Carlos's cock was sweet and while it had that very masculine odor, there was fresh clean scent behind it. Phil's was salty and rank, even his pre-cum had a bitter salty taste.
I wanted to go back to the much better tasting Carlos, but Phil held me close by the neck. He was spearing my throat with long thinner cock and choking me at the same time. A combination I was loving. I took him all the way down using my hard-won cocksucking skills, and gagging myself on it.
Carlos brought his cock closer to me and pushed his way in nudging Phil out. Wayne took Carlos's position with my hand on his cock, and Tomas kept up the pressure on my neck trying to get back into position. Phil moved behind me now, feeling up my developing bottom. He was about to discover my hole, and I poked out my ass to help him find it.
He also found my gold-plated dick cage and jingled it around. My new tighter cage was restricting my little peenie again, and I felt its constriction as it prevented my useless peenie from getting erect. I found the pressure and the twinge of pain reassuring; it helped remind me of my sub place.
