It's been a couple of weeks since I hooked up with Ray and Stevie. I couldn't stop thinking about it. It had been scary and humiliating and intoxicating, and I get hard just thinking about. They brought out the sub in me, and there was no going back. I wanted more.
I logged onto the site where I first connected with them, and sent a message: "Hi there, just wondering if you guys want to meet up again."
The following day, Ray responded: "Friday, noon. Go around the side of the house, and through the gate. Strip and go into the tool shed in the corner of the back yard."
Friday arrived, and I jumped into my car and headed to their house. When I arrived, the same landscaping truck that was there last time was again parked in front of the house. I parked down the street and made my way back to the house.
Following instructions, I walked up the driveway to the sidewalk leading to the back yard. I opened the gate and walked through. Fortunately, the houses in this neighborhood were not on top of each other, so I wasn't too worried about being seen.
I took off my clothes, lay them on the ground and headed towards the shed. I saw the two gardeners who had seen me last time. They were working in the garden near the patio by the back door. They were busy and didn't notice me, as I scampered across the lawn. I opened the shed door and walked in.
It was pretty dark, and smelled of gasoline, oil, paint, varnish and fuck knows what else. It was dusty and dirty. There was a lawnmower, some tools along the wall over a workbench, some sawhorses, cans of paint and boxes. There were light bulbs hanging from the ceiling, but they weren't on. The only natural light was through a small window in the door.
I waited for what seemed like 10 minutes. I heard footsteps coming, the door opened, and Ray walked in.
"Hello, bitch," he said. "I'm not surprised you're back for more. I knew your type the minute I laid eyes on you. A little, pathetic old man who craves real men."
He told me to turn around. He grabbed my hands, pressed them together and fastened a zip tie around my wrists.
"Turn around and get down on your knees," he commanded, and walked out after I complied.
Minutes ticked past. The wooden floor was hard, and my knees were already starting to hurt.
The door opened, and one of the gardeners walked in. He looked to be of mixed race, in his mid-40s, and built like a brick shit-house. He closed the door, and walked towards me, unzipping his shorts. He stood in front of me, looking down, with a smirk on his face. I sure as hell was not expecting this.
He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to his cock. It was short, but thick, and already hard. I opened my mouth and he inserted it roughly. He was sweaty and smelled funky.
I started giving him head, hoping he was a quick cummer. He grabbed the back of my head and began thrusting, and I started gagging. He didn't care. He kept at it until finally, as drool spilled out of my mouth, I heard him grunt and cum spewed into my mouth. He pulled out, pulled up his shorts, patted my head like a dog, and walked out. I quickly spit his cum out of my mouth and onto the floor.
Moments, later, the door swung open again, and the second gardener walked in. He was Asian, looked to be in his 30s, and wirier than the other guy. He walked up to me, unzipped his jeans and pulled them down. His cock was bigger than I expected, given his physique.
I opened my mouth, he stuck it in and started thrusting. I started gagging again, trying to breathe. By now my knees were killing me and I wasn't sure how long I would last. He kept pumping me, holding on to my head with both hands until he, too, finally dumped his load in my mouth. He pulled up his pants and left.
Not big talkers, I thought, as I spit out his cum, too. My knees couldn't take it anymore, so I shifted around and sat on my ass. My knees were red. I could feel drool and cum dripping off my face.
Ray returned about five minutes later. He saw me sitting there, and said: "Why aren't you on your knees, bitch?"
He walked over to me and shoved me with his foot, knocking me over.
