A Set of Holes

"Delta Sierra Lima off."

The message flashed in front of my eyes for a brief second, and once again was awakened from my mental coma. To me, it just seemed like seconds ago I had my feet up, asshole on display, dressed like a complete sissy fag whore while Luka live-streamed me swallowing cum that had directly been pumped in my ass at a club.

A club I had been awakened in, in a similar fashion just like I was now, with 4 simple words that controlled my brain.

Once again, I had to figure out where I was and what was going on. Last time, it was easy; I was made conscious lying on the lap of a strange, rugged stranger feeling up my panty-clad ass. Now, not so clear-cut. I was in complete darkness, with a heavy blindfold on.

I felt myself lying on my back, my feet spread wide apart, bent at the knees on a table. I could tell I was naked. My asshole was not only out on display but was currently gaped open, with what I could only guess was a wide dildo.

The sensation of having my asshole stuffed was unfortunately a feeling I'd felt a lot lately.

The back of my head was not lying on the same surface my body was, so my head was uncomfortably dangling upside down.

I lifted my head and could feel a hard metal collar on my neck and heard chains. I went to feel around my neck; however, I quickly realized my wrists were also clad in metal, and my reach was limited. I got my hands near my neck but couldn't quite reach. I also couldn't quite reach between my spread-open asscheeks to feel what was impaling my asshole.

I tried to lift my bent legs, but I couldn't. My calves and thighs seemed to be tied together. I tried moving my hips side to side and noticed I could a bit.

I may not have been able to reach my neck or ass, but I could hold onto the table I was on; it was just a bit wider than my body.

I decided to hold onto the table and move my body back to get the dildo out of my hole.

It was hard given I couldn't move my bent legs, but I used my core strength, and while gripping the table, shimmied backwards. Luckily, the chain around my neck was long enough to give me slack.

I could feel the dildo slowly coming out, thank god. Just an inch or two more. My core was killing me, but a shimmy more and I felt the dildo flop out of my hole onto the table. It was such a relief.

I then slowly shimmied my way back to lying on the table, except now feeling the soft dildo under my ass, instead of in it. I also let my head hang back down the edge of the table. Lifting my head too long put a strain on my neck; it was easier to let it hang upside down.

Maybe a minute passed by in silence, just me lying there in darkness and silence. Then out of nowhere, I heard a whooshing sound a millisecond before I felt the sensation of a sharp sting across my chest. I'd been hit with some sort of tool. A belt maybe? A leather strap? I don't know, but I let out a yell from the stinging pain.

I heard a stranger yell, "Bad sissy!"

Another whooshing sound, and now the stinging pain was on the bare sole of my feet, "Bad faggot!"

"Aaaah, Fuuuuck!" I yelled out.

Another whooshing sound, more pain. This time across my stomach.

"Please! Please! I'm sorry, please!" I apologized to my unknown abuser.

Another woosh, this time the hit landing on the side of my thighs, "Stupid whore!"

Blow, after painful blow, came raining down upon my body, in random areas.

After each hit, an angry verbal scold.

"Brainless slut!"

"Ungrateful bitch!"

"Stupid cunt!"

"Worthless fuckhole!"

My hands were foolishly trying to cover my body, but all I could do was wriggle around. My chained hands prevented me from protecting myself.

All I could do was keep repeating the same variation of "I'm so sorry, please stop, please, I'm sorry!" I started to cry from the stinging pain.

As the hits kept coming, he said, "One, you should always address me as daddy, and two, if you want me to stop, then get that dildo back in your pussy."

The hits stopped momentarily, and I quickly lifted myself up and shimmied back again. Then I shimmied forward, but the dildo material was too soft. I was just dragging it forward. It was impossible to insert it back into me without the use of my hands.

Another stinging hit, this time to my exposed back, "I'm waiting faggot, get it back in your cunt!"

I was sobbing at this point. I shimmied backwards and forwards again. I knew it was futile. I thought if this stranger saw my effort, that would count for something, but it didn't.

Another hit on my back, "Hurry up!" Another hit.

I was sobbing at this point, "I...I can't,daddy! Ple...please, stop."

"I don't know, slut. You were so quick to take it out. Do you really want your hole stuffed again, sissy?"

At this point, I didn't care what I had to say or do. I just needed the belting to stop. "Yes! I do, I really do, please, please, stuff my fag pussy again, daddy. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm a dumb, stupid whore who should've known better. Please stuff me, daddy. Please!"

"That's more like it. That's the dumb slut we've all come to enjoy and love. Well...." He let out a chuckle, "I don't know about love, but definitely enjoy."

He then shoved 2 fingers into my hole, which went in without any resistance given the dildo I just had in my hole.

He started to wiggle his fingers and I let out a soft moan as out of nowhere, the darkness I was in completely changed. My eyes were hit with light, and I had to close my eyes from the sudden brightness. As I slowly opened my eyes, it became clear how I was awakened. I wasn't wearing a blindfold. I was wearing a VR headset.

On the screen, on a frozen frame, was me. It was weird seeing the POV of someone else staring directly at myself.

It was also weird, because it looked like the old me. I was completely naked, my old bigger muscular physique was still there,not the slimmer fit physique I had now, my hair wasn't as short as the buzz cut I used to have, but not as long as the shoulder length I was sporting currently, and my soft cock was out and free.

I saw myself in a nondescript bland room with no decorations on the white walls, sitting on a black leather couch.

Then the video started playing. From the speakers on the headset, I heard the cameraman asking me, "So what is your name?"

I saw myself staring at the camera, as I answered, "Chris."

"And tell me, Chris, are you gay, straight, bi?"

"I'm straight."

"What made you want to do gay porn?"

I saw myself shrugging on camera, "The money. I have some debts I need to pay off, and this is easy money."

"Have you ever had any gay experiences in the past?"

"Never."

I let out an involuntary chuckle hearing this last part. I was almost certain by the time this gay porn was shot, Luka, his twin, Tony, and half the man in his criminal enterprise had had their cocks in my throat and ass plenty of times.

"Well, I guess there's a first time for everything. Why don't you get on your back and spread your ass cheeks for us, Chris?

I saw myself on screen lay on my back, spread my asscheeks for the camera -and everyone who was going to watch this porn video- as camera then zoomed in on my hairy asshole.

The POV camera came close to my hole, then I heard the man behind the camera spit, and I saw him rubbing on my asshole.

"Why don't you finger yourself straight boy?" The camera man chucked.

There was no hesitation on my part in the video as I licked my middle finger and inserted it. I saw my eyes roll back and moan. There was the sissy fag nympho Crystal I'd been told about. I may have said I was straight, but no one watching would believe it seeing how much he loved wiggling that finger in his ass.

The camera man who had been rubbing my hole just a few seconds ago spanked my ass hard, as I gave a surprised small yelp.

"You ready to begin your gay porn career straight boy?"

I just kept fingering myself and nodding. Then a man came into the frame naked. He was a very muscular-looking white guy, maybe in his mid-30s, with sleeve tattoos on his arms and a buzz haircut. I actually recognized him. He was one of Tony's bodyguards. If memory serves me correctly, he was an ex-felon out of prison.

He had a good, thick, hard cock, around 7" long.

"Say hello to Luke, boy."

I waved at him with my free hand, "Hi, Luke."

To my surprise, another man came into the frame in the video, on my other side, also naked. He was also another employee of Tony I recognized. A mid-30s black man. Also just as muscular, packing another thick 7 or 8 incher.

"Say hello to Marcus."

I also waved at him and said, "Hello, Marcus", as I kept fingering myself in front of them and the camera.

This clearly wasn't a regular porn company I was performing with; this was clearly an in-house production.

"Alright, straight boy, get on your knees."

I took my finger out of my hole and followed his direction. I got on the floor on my knees as the camera zoomed in on my face and the two hard cocks next to it.

Then the video cut out. Once again, everything went black in my headset.

All there was now was the feeling of my head hanging upside down as the stranger in the room was still working both his fingers in my hole. I hated that I couldn't help but involuntarily let out soft moans as I felt him working my prostate.

The stranger in the room shoved another finger into my hole. Now 3 fingers were rubbing on my prostate. I didn't need to see to know my locked up clit was drooling non-stop.

Now another video started.

I was confused about the video on the VR since I didn't seem to be in the shot, but I instantly recognized the setting.

It was a local biker bar outside of town that Tony would take some of his employees once a month to get drunk and let off some steam. Tony paid to close down the bar for those nights, and have it all to themselves since things became extremely rowdy and debaucherous.

On screen, the shot was focused on a man I didn't recognize at a pool table. He shot towards the only striped ball left on the table, among a sea of solid-colored balls. He hit the striped ball but didn't land the shot.

He then picked up the cue ball, "Alright whore, your turn."

Then I saw the camera move towards a man who had his back to the camera who breatlessly said, "Just give her a second man. She's almost done."

Then the camera moved to his front, and there I was, squatting with my head held down onto his crotch. He let out a loud groan as he was clearly shooting his jizz down my whore throat.

Once he was done, he pushed me off his cock. A long strand of saliva connected my mouth to his cock. I just swallowed and looked up at him and opened my mouth to show him I'd swallowed. I then smiled up at him and thanked him as he was putting his cock away.

I then got up from my squat and saw how I looked. Now this is what I was used to. A trashy looking sissy whore.

I was just wearing a skimpy red and black plaid "bra." If you could call it that, it was just a pair of triangle fabric above my pecs, well, nipples really. Most of my pecs were out on display. A matching micro red and black plaid skirt. My locked clit peeked under the hem. Black fishnets stockings which had tears in them, and towering above everyone like a giant, given I was wearing super tall stilettos.

The very little makeup I had was all smeared on my face, from the red lipstick all over my mouth, to the dried black streaks of tears from the heavy eyeliner I had running down my cheeks. But I also had the dumbest, stupid smile plastered on my face.

A shiver ran down my spine because I saw my entire body in the video covered in red stripes and welts. How did I still have a stupid smile on my face was beyond me. I guess I was just in whore heaven having just swallowed a load of jizz.

At this point, I felt the 3 fingers which were working my cunt leave my hole. Quickly replaced by a blunt, rounded object, just sitting at the entrance of my poor, defenseless asshole out on display. It was pushed a bit forward, but not meant to go in, just for me to feel what was coming. I knew better than to tighten up because whatever this was, was definitely going to stretch me out more than 3 fingers.

On the video, the man pointed with his pool stick to the spot on the table where he had picked up the cue ball from, "Shoot from here, jizz breath".

"Yes, sir," I started walking on my high heels with my forearms up and wrist bent, swishing my chest side to side as I pranced, taking little steps.

At this point, I felt the blunt object on my hole slowly start being pushed forward. My asshole slowly gaping as it slowly swallowed whatever was being pushed, at a glacial pace.

My hole just kept opening, very slowly, the pain and discomfort slowly building, then when I was about to scream, it stopped moving. I had to take deep breaths to try and relax.

Part of me wanted to shimmy back to give myself some relief and let my hole close a bit, but I knew better given the treatment I had gotten when I took the dildo out.

All I could do was just keep breathing slowly in and out. Just letting my hole get used to this girthy invasion, as my vision was forced to see myself, the fucking stupid faggot clown on video, walking comically around the pool table all limp-wristed looking at all the solid balls, looking from where to take a shot. Then I pointed to a solid ball just near a corner. Just then realizing the red sparkly French-tipped long fingernails I had on. They looked ridiculous on my big manly hands.

The pool ball was literally just near the corner pocket; a gust of wind could've knocked it in. It was an easy shot; however, I didn't see a pool stick in my hand.

I jumped on the pool table, with one knee and one hand on the side of the pool table. Most of the men in the bar were now staring at me as I contorted my other leg to place the heel of the shoe on a spot on the table where it wouldn't touch any of the other pool balls scattered around.

Then with the hand I wasn't balancing myself with, I lifted the back of my skirt up, and spread one asscheek. I stared back at the solid ball, then to my surprise a white cue ball shot out of my asshole. It actually made contact with the solid ball and it went into the hole.

I gasped out loud in the video as I looked up, staring at my opponent, and the camera with an O shocked face.

The men in the bar all groaned in disappointment that I had actually made the shot.

"Look at you go faggot. You actually made one in."

At that exact moment I felt my asshole get relief and close up out of nowhere, giving me relief from being gaped, but my hole felt full.

The man in the video continued, "OK, take your next shot whore," and I saw myself pick up the ass-slime-covered white cue ball from the table, and easily shoved it back in my hole.

Then it clicked, as I felt another blunt object being pushed on my hole. My hole kept gaping once again until it closed up again.

The stranger with me in the room was shoving balls into my asshole.

My hole felt full; yet the familiar feeling of another ball at the entrance of my asshole appeared. It was once again pushed forward. This time I could tell he had to push a bit harder with the resistance of the two balls already occupying my hole pushing back.

All I could do was close my eyes and grind my teeth. I felt the third sphere slowly opening me up, and my hole swallowing another ball into my already full rectum.

I now had goosebumps all over my body, my hole felt unimaginably full, the beginning of a cramp started in my stomach, and a tremendous amount of discomfort from the pressure within my asshole.

It felt like the balls were pushing on that second hole I felt being pierced when riding the long cock of the gentleman at the club.

I opened my eyes and saw myself on screen in a different position on the pool table, but once again, saw myself push and shoot the white ball out of my hole towards another solid ball, this time missing, causing all the men in the bar to cheer.

This gave me an idea. I really didn't want to feel my hole gape again, but I needed not to feel this full and uncomfortable, so I took a deep breath and started to push out.

Holy fuck! How big are these balls? I groaned as I felt the ball at my hole, from the inside. I felt like I was taking a massive constipated shit. Just as I could feel my hole gaping and the ball about to pop out, the man who was torturing my hole punched me in the balls.

I stopped pushing. My hole swallowed back the ball that was about to pop out of me. I let out a loud scream at the pain from the direct hard nut punch.

I now let out a small sob as I felt the man grab my pained balls, "Stop your fucking crying bitch. You brought that on yourself. What the fuck do you think you're doing? You don't get to push out these beads. You just lay there and let that hole be owned like a good fuck puppet. You push out only when I tell you to. Did I say you could push?"

When I didn't answer, he squeezed my nuts hard, "Did I?!"

"No, Daddy! I'm sorry, I'm just so full." I felt so stupid whining to an unknown man for trying to get some relief.

"You don't think I know that bitch? I just crammed 3 huge anal beads into that fag pussy. I'm well aware of how stuffed you are. But you're meant to be stuffed. You're meant to be used and abused like the set of holes fuck pig you are. Now be quiet and keep watching."

I tried to concentrate on the video. It was so hard to do; all I could focus on mostly was the feeling of my hole being filled to the brim.

The video showed me getting down from the pool table. I was then made to count how many solid balls were left on the table. I pointed to all the balls with my sparkly nails, "6 balls, Sir."

My opponent then asked, "And how many shots have you taken?"

"7, Sir."

"So multiply that; how many hits does that mean your stupid faggot ass is getting now?"

I could see my dumb whore sissy face contorting in deep thought, "Uhmm."

I could see myself counting on my fingers. What the fuck?

I have a phd in economics from an Ivy League school and I couldn't multiply 7 times 6 when I was Chrissy?

All the men were laughing at me. My opponent just said, "It's alright, sissy. We know all your retarted fag brain is only good for being a dumb set of holes; it's 50 hits. Now pop that ass out so we can administer your punishment for being such a horrible pool player."

I would've been angry at how I was being belittled, abused, and gaslit, but the emotion that was most prominent in me now was fear. I felt another ball at the entrance of my asshole.

I let out a sob. I didn't know how my poor stuffed hole could take anymore.

The man who was abusing my hole then spoke as it held the ball right at the entrance to my bowels, "Does the dumb set of holes want another bead in her fag pussy?"

I just let out another defeated sob. I couldn't bring myself to lie. My hole felt like it was stuffed to the max as it was.

I heard the man sigh as he stopped pushing on the massive anal bead and then heard him moving, "I thought you would've known better by now, you stupid, stupid, whore."

I then heard the sound of a belt buckle, and yet again, a different type of fear ran through me, "I'm so sorry, daddy, yes! Please! Yes, I want another ball in my ass."

I heard that wooshing sound of material cutting through the air and once again pain on my stomach, "In your what, faggot?"

"Fag pussy, daddy, sorry. Please shove another bead in my fag pussy!"

Another hit, this time across my chest. Now I was not only seeing myself abused on video; as I saw every man at the bar taking turns beating my faggot ass bent over a pool table, hitting my body with belts, hands, pool sticks, some even taking off their shoes and smacking my ass and body hard with the rubber soles.