Note: This is a fetish story involving a bisexual submissive man. So there's guy-on-guy action, piss play, cross-dressing and much more. If that's not your bag, please don't read it. If it is, enjoy! Comments are welcome, including constructive criticism. Now on with the depravity...
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Good thing the next day was a Sunday. I
was
walking funny. I was sore all over, in places I hadn't known could be sore. How I managed to get around at work on Monday without giving anything away is beyond me. As the week dragged on, I found myself preoccupied with the events of Saturday. I managed to get my work done, but my mind kept wandering back to the wonderful abuse I had taken that glorious night.
I wanted more. Much more.
Mistress had forbidden me to masturbate all week, promising an eventful weekend. She had ordered me to make sure my schedule was cleared out starting Friday night after work all the way through Sunday night. I had the feeling that the working over I had just received was nothing compared to what was to come, but she wasn't dropping any hints.
As bad as the rest of the week dragged, Friday positively plodded along. I was in a constant state of arousal, partly because my mind kept going to a very dirty place, thinking about what might happen that weekend, partly because of the pink lace panties I had on under my jeans.
At around 4 pm, I finally got a text. 's
lave, as soon as you get home from work, take your Levitra, do your clean up, then get dressed in the same outfit you had on Saturday night after Deke left, plus the pink panties you've been wearing all day . Put the blankets and pillows down on the living room floor, and put the toy boxes on the dining room table. We will be arriving at 6. Be ready.'
We? I wondered just how many that meant. That also only gave me about 45 minutes to prep once I got home.
The second the clock hit five, I was out the door. I raced through the preparations, and was just sitting the last of the toys out when the door opened. In walked Mistress Kay, followed by Joe, the black delivery boy I had sucked off Saturday night. Mistress was smirking. Joe nodded. "Hey there bitch. Look what we brung you tonight!"
He held the door open as six more of his friends, all black, all big, walked in. The trash talk started immediately, all going on about how they were going to tear my white trash ass up.
I will admit, I was equally turned on and terrified.
Mistress walked over and quietly spoke to me. "We've talked about your gangbang fantasies. I know this is one of them. I can promise you it's going to get rough. I can also promise you they're all clean, and know the rules and the safe word. I know and trust these guys. If you don't want to do this, say the safe word right now. Otherwise, get ready to be fucked all night."
I took a deep breath and nodded. "Let's do this. Thank you Mistress."
She smiled, kissed my cheek, then turned to the seven horny black men. "Tear this faggot ass up, boys." She pushed me toward them, then went and grabbed the camera. She didn't want to miss any of this.
I stumbled over to them, and was immediately pushed to my knees. One of them, Louis I found out later, already had his cock out. It was nearly eight inches flaccid. He grabbed my head and rubbed his cockhead against my lips.
"Joe here says you suck dick good. Prove it, bitch!" With that, the 19 year old jammed his hardening member into my mouth and started face-fucking me. As I sucked for all I was worth, I reached out and started jacking off two more huge black cocks. The rest of the men started tearing my clothes off, to impatient to let me remove them. Soon, all I had on were the somewhat shredded crotchless hose and my heels.
"Look at this little white bitch! He ain't got a hair on his body." Michael, a 21 year old with an 11 inch cock, was pinching and twisting my nipples. He was right, I kept myself completely shaved below the neck.
Joe was kneeling behind me. "I been thinking about fucking this white slut ass all damn week!" He spit on his cock, nudged the head past my sphincter, then drove home in one rapid thrust. I was glad I had prelubed. There was nothing gentle about it. And that was the way of it all night. As he started railing my ass, he grabbed my hair and forced me down on Louis' now ten inch rock hard cock. "That's right, bitch. Take it all! We gonna fuck you up tonight, faggot!"
The 18 year old was hammering his ten incher into my ass. I was loving it. I was being spit-roasted by two hung young black studs, ten inches in my ass, ten inches in my throat. And there were five more waiting. It was hard to concentrate on anything else right then, but I could see that several of the cocks waiting to abuse my holes were even bigger.
The smallest one there that night was nine fat inches. The biggest was a mind boggling fifteen inches long and over three thick. Talk about getting stretched!