Cream Puff Ch 05

I felt self-conscience kneeling behind Larry as he laid face down on his bed with my tongue pushed deep into his asshole. Not because I was rimming my wife's brother, but because I'd come straight from work and didn't have an opportunity to get my sissy girly outfit on.

I was discovering how sexually powerful submission could be, especially for a straight man submitting to dominate gay men. Dressing in women's clothes deepened that feeling, but also made it safer for my fragile mind. As long as I was feminized, I could do the dirtiest things and it wasn't my fault. I was under their control. Without feminization, I just felt like a pervert that was choosing to lick man ass.

Despite this, I was still in sub heaven. I spent the first fifteen minutes licking his rosebud and getting him relaxed, then I slowly started pushing deeper and deeper into him with my tongue. I kept worrying that I would taste something repulsive, but I was able to bottom out with my lips locked against his open sphincter and my tongue fully extended. It felt fantastic.

He would twitch his anus and it would contract around my tongue and passion would shoot through my balls like lightning. Half an hour in and he was feeling it too. He rolled over without warning and deprived my mouth of his asshole, only to fill it with his hard cock. He must have really liked my ass licking because my mouth filled with his man cream in just a few minutes.

Larry: UUNNNGGG. For a loser you sure can lick ass. Wait until Roger finds out how much you like to toss salad. He'll be feeding you his backside three time a day.

Me: Thank you Sir. I hope I pleased you. All I want is to serve you and Master Roger.

Larry: Is that all you want? I thought you also wanted my sister to fuck that guy you set her up with?

Like a knife in the chest, I remembered why I had asked Larry for a diversion. I was again reminded that my sweet Sally was going to dinner with a man that both her and I suspected would try to fuck her. And she'd admitted to me that very morning she wanted to fuck him as well. Being a complete sissy doormat had put me in a place where I couldn't really please Sally sexually. Getting Nick to fuck her was my way of ensuring she was still having her needs met, even if I wasn't man enough to meet them.

Larry: While you were sucking my ass, I was texting my sister. I get the feeling she's really getting excited about her date tonight. You are so screwed. If that guy takes her to bed, she might decide she likes playing around. She might never be monogamous again. At least not with you.

Larry was mostly fucking with my head, but his words mimicked my own worries. I have never been a great lover. I have never been a great fuck. It just seems inevitable that once Sally is remined of what she has been missing, she wouldn't want to miss it anymore.

I couldn't think of anything to say, so I put Larry's cock back in my mouth and cleaned it until he was hard enough to fuck my face. The pressure of his dick on my throat pushed all other thoughts out of my head and soon my anxiety melted away.

Larry wasn't up to a second round so soon. After a few minutes of power thrusting his hard cock into my throat he took me into the main room and tied my arms behind my back and tied my ankles together. He sat on the sofa with me draped over his lap and watch television. Every few seconds he would swat my ass with his wooden paddle.

The swats were hard and stung painfully, but they were infrequent enough that I could have laid there getting spanked forever. After each spanking I would thank him, and wait for the next. Before I knew it more than an hour had passed.

Me: Thank you Sir. Please may I have another?

Larry: Look at the time. My sister is going to be getting off work soon, you better hurry home and meet her. Oh right, she's not coming home is she loser? Oh well. I'm done decorating your ass for now. Go get showered and cleaned up for Roger. He'll be home soon.

After I was untied, I went to the bathroom and looked at my ass in the mirror. My backside was glowing red from the top of my ass to the back of my knees. My dick got hard looking at the damage I had absorbed. I heard my phone chirp just as I went to start the shower. It was a message from Sally.

There was no text, just a photo of her left hand. Her engagement ring and wedding band were missing and there was a conspicuous tan line where they should have been. Then another photo appeared. It was a picture of an open, unused maxi-pad on her desk. Her rings were placed in the center of it. The next photo showed the maxi-pad folded up as if it had been used and was ready for disposal. The last image was the folded pad lying on top of empty coffee cups and used tissues in her garbage can next to her desk. Finally, she texted.

Sally: Hope you liked that, it was Larry's idea. Sometimes I worry he pushes things too far, but he promised me it was appropriate. I'm getting ready to leave. I'm meeting Nick at the restaurant. Wish me luck.

Me: Luck! I love you.

Once I was showered, I remained nude and spent the next few hours cleaning while Larry cooked dinner. Roger came home and went straight to the bathroom and showered. He was tired and grimy from a long day's work.

Larry and Roger ate while I served them. Between fetching things for them I knelt next to Roger and he rested his hand on my head or the back of my neck. They chatted like an old married couple even though their wedding was still a week away. I felt invisible, like a piece of furniture. It was a good feeling right then because all I could think about was Sally and Nick chatting like an old married couple. I wanted to disappear into the floor.

When dinner finished for the real men, I cleared the table then was pushed to my knees by Roger so he could use my mouth as a fuck hole. Larry made me a plate and Roger pulled out and shot cum all over my food. I was made to eat while kneeling. It felt nice.

After I had eaten and the dishes were done, I did the laundry while Roger and Larry relaxed and watch television. As I worked throughout their home, they both basically ignored me. Except when Larry wanted another blow job. I knelt between his legs and sucked his dick while he cuddled and made out with Roger.

It was getting late and my anxiety was at a peak. What was Sally doing? Was she going home with him? Did the date go well? Maybe they argued and she decided to go home alone. Probably not though. Not knowing was killing me. My phone chirped.

Sally: I'm not coming home tonight. Maybe you can stay with your men so you don't have to sit in an empty house.

Me: Are you going to his house?

Sally: I'm already here, we left the restaurant early. We've already, you know...

My guts knotted and I could feel wetness in my eyes. It hurt me so bad.

Me: You had sex?

Sally: Yeah, it was really good. He was really good.

Me: So, you're going to... do it more... you're staying the night with him?

Sally: Yeah. I didn't realize... I need this. I hope you understand what I mean without it hurting too badly.

I did understand, but it hurt very badly. Tears were now streaking my cheeks and I couldn't see her words clearly.

Me: I love you Sally.

Sally: Me too, bye.

She was going back to him, I guess. Going back to his embrace, his dick, his sexual prowess.

Roger had come up behind me but I was too focused on my own world to hear him. He must have understood what had happened because of my tears. Without asking my permission, he carried me to his bed, laid me down face first, lubed my ass, and started fucking me hard.

Roger always fucked hard. It's like his goal was to push his massive cock out the top of my head. He didn't fuck fast, like he wanted to cum, but every thrust from his cock felt like he was trying to set a record. Tonight though, he took it to another level. He was pounding me so fucking hard I couldn't tell if my tears were from my heartache or from being used.

Larry came in and watched. He was slowly stroking his hardon as he admired the way Roger used me like a blow-up doll. He would lean in and kiss his man, then egg him on.

Larry: Fuck him so good baby, Fuck that little ass tourist like the bitch he is. Oh yeah, fuck him harder.

At some point I stopped caring about my feelings and just zoned in on the gigantic cock that was fucking me. There was so much energy in the whole situation. My hips were being forced into the mattress, my body was convulsing with each piston like drive of Roger's sexual aggression.

Me: Fuck me, come on. Fuck me. Oh god yes, just fuck me. I don't want to be able to walk when you're done. Fuck me paralyzed god dammit.

Roger heard me and answered my request. He pumped harder than before several times, then stopped with his dick so far into my ass I thought I would need medical treatment. His cum sprayed my insides and painted my bowels. He pumped several more time, jerking the rest of his load out of his dick and into me.

When he pulled out, I realized I was breathing heavily. My lungs where burning like I'd just ran a mile. Getting fucked was hard work. Before I could catch my breath, Larry was sack deep inside me. The fucking started all over again.

Larry was not small, but he didn't wreck my sphincter like Roger did. Still, he fucked very aggressively and he had cum several times already. He was about five minutes into fucking me when I finally let go. Cum shot out of my cock and slimed up the bed sheets I was being fucked on. The orgasm was body shaking, mind blowing, problem solving powerful. Tension and worries flowed out of me like I was ejaculating away my problems.

Larry fucked me for a long time after I came, and it was the most relaxing feeling I could remember. When He finished using me, I was ordered to cleanup and prepare a bed on the floor to sleep on. As we fell to sleep, Roger and Larry fooled around a bit, but I couldn't see them from the floor.

Roger had instructed me earlier to call out from work the next day. He wasn't scheduled to work and he wanted to spend the whole day convincing me I was meant only for being used and abused. My cock was hard thinking about.