Note: I refer you to the notes in previous chapters concerning the fact that this follows a bisexual submissive male. To the anonymous commenter who keeps insisting this should be in Gay Male, sorry, but there's a lot more going on than just dude on dude sex. This story covers multiple categories, all of which are fetishes of one kind or another. If I ever write a chapter that is strictly gay, I'll move it there. Meantime, don't like it, don't read it.
Word of warning, there is some scat in this chapter, as well as incest. And, yes, even one gay scene.
Venting done. On with the filth...
*****
I sat in my car, staring at Jamal's back door. This was my last chance to back out. Just turn around and drive home. I knew damn well I should. I knew damn well this weekend would probably push me further than I'd ever gone, maybe too far. This was a really, really bad idea. A terrible idea. A sick, demented, depraved, fucked up idea.
Then my butt twitched as I remembered the exquisite feeling of Jamal's fifteen inch monster sliding up my ass.
Before I could overthink it, I climbed out and strode up to the door and knocked.
The door swung open while I was still knocking. Janine stood there, in all her big black naked glory, smirking as she looked me up and down. "'Bout time, bitch. Was startin' to think you was gonna chicken out."
I smiled, shrugging. "Guess I did have to work up to it."
"But you here now. And your slut ass belongs to us for the weekend. So bring that fine slut ass on in here, bitch."
I stepped inside. The room was a converted garage. The concrete floor was painted red, the walls and ceiling black. There were sexual devices and toys strewn all about, including ropes and pulleys to suspend people from. There was a large drain in the center of the floor, right under a circle of four showerheads. I noticed at least a half dozen cameras spread around the room. There were two huge leather couches off to one side near a fifty inch flatscreen. The video from Lori's bachelorette was playing. Jamal and Jack were sitting on one of the couches, both also naked and stroking their enormous erections as they watched the twin sisters double fist my ass.
She walked me over next to them. "Looky here, Jack! Your birthday present has arrived!"
Jamal just nodded and said "Hey, bitch." I smiled and nodded back.
Jack got up and strutted over, then walked a slow circle around me, taking a good look. "Damn, sis, he does look like a lil' white bitch. Kinda fuckin' hot, too."
And I did, too. Janine's instructions had been quite clear. Kay had shown her the pictures of me from my trip to visit her at the hospital. Janine wanted me to show up looking like that, so Mistress had dressed me up almost exactly the same, except the sundress was pink and white this time, and I was wearing 4 inch strappy red sandals that stood out nicely against the black silk stockings. There was also the black leather dog collar that said 'Kay's Bitch' in big silver letters.
I could easily pass as female.
One of her instructions made me a bit nervous, but I decided to suck it up and deal with it. Janine had specified no enema. I usually cleaned out before the anal fun. Tonight was likely to get messy in a way I didn't necessarily enjoy.
Jack stopped in front of me. He could have been Jamal's twin, right down to that huge dick standing at attention.
My mouth was watering.
"So. You're here to do whatever we want. That right, bitch?"
"Yes, Master Jack."
His smirk got smirkier. "Then why ain't you on your fuckin' knees with my dick in your mouth, bitch?"
I answered by dropping to my knees and swallowing that beautiful hunk of man meat. It took some doing, but I got it all down. "Holy shit! I didn't believe he could actually take the whole thing!" He grabbed the red hair of my wig and started fucking my face as I slobbered all over his cock.
Jamal was unzipping my dress. "Just wait'll you feel this slut's ass, bro. I ain't never seen an ass as flexible as this bitch's."
Janine was jamming three fingers in her cunt. "True dat. I watched him take those horse cocks and I still don't believe it."
Jamal slid the dress down. I raised my knees one at a time so he could slide it out from under me. He hung it from a hook by the door. "There. Now you still got somethin' to wear tomorrow."
Janine knelt down and started playing with my ass through the black lace of my panties. "Leave the rest on him. He looks sexy with those fake tits." She ripped the panties off. "Well, not these, I guess." She wet two fingers then jammed them up my ass.
"You do what I said?"
I nodded, not able to speak with fifteen inches of dick down my gullet.
"Good." She pulled her dirty fingers out of my butt and sniffed them. She smiled, then made a show of licking her fingers clean. "Mmmm. Good little bitch."
She stood up. "Get this cunt over on the cross so we can fuck him proper." Jack reluctantly pulled out of my mouth. He and Jamal lifted me up and carried me over to an X shaped contraption that had lots of straps attached to it. It was attached to a hydraulic base, so it could be raised or lowered to the desired height, and could also be tilted.
The two men dropped me on the cross, then set to strapping me in while Janine watched, leering at me the whole time. By the time they were done, the only thing I could move was my head, and that only a little. Jamal hit the control, lowering the cross so that my ass and mouth were waist high, just right for fucking.
Being completely restrained like that was equally terrifying and exciting. This was a total surrender of control.
Janine walked around me, stroking my body. "Since it's Jack's birthday, he gets your faggot ass first." She grabbed Jack's cock, guiding it to my ass. Jamal poured some lube on my ass while Janine spit on her little brothers dick.
"Here you go, lil' bro. Fuck this white bitch up."
Jack eased his cockhead just inside my sphincter and held it there. "You ready, bitch?"
"Yes, Master Jack."
