AUTHOR'S NOTE: Everyone in this story is at least 19 years of age.
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The prospect of this fresh humiliation of having to do these sorts of things in front of *Megan* just deepened my feelings of shame that much more. I wondered, just how much lower can Lila possibly take me? And did she *have* to take me there? Was this really the only way to get across that "gap" she always talked about?
When I got home that night, after work, Derek was at the house. He said he took Megan out, and they did end up fucking. Since Megan lived at her parents' house, he took her out to LP. So Derek got to experience something notorious among Bellewood natives, among which I count, yet I had never had that pleasure.
He said tomorrow we were going to meet Megan on campus, and he'd be spending the day with her, going to her classes with her, and such. Then in the evening, the three of us were going to go out before he had to drive back to Anniston.
Even though he had cum inside Megan earlier that night, he sat at my desk in my bedroom, with his laptop, watching cam girls. And he had me get naked, and get under the desk, and suck his dick while he watched. He also had me licking his balls, and sometimes licking down along his legs, down to his feet and toes, which he made me kiss and suck some. Occasionally he'd say, "Ooooh, this girl is HOT. Don't you wish you could see her? Hahaha."
After he came in my mouth, and made me swallow, he took me into the bathroom to hold his dick while he peed, then suck it clean. Then back to my bedroom, where he lay on his stomach on my bed again, and had me tongue his butthole until he went to sleep.
He told me to set an alarm for us and allow an extra fifteen minutes "because I may need my little bitch boy to suck me off again in the morning". Sure enough, he did "need" that service, and then we had breakfast with my parents before heading to campus in my car.
We met Megan in a certain place about 8:30. She and I both had a 9:00 class, though not the same class. (We didn't have any classes in common.) Derek told Megan I'd meet them when they got out of her 11:00 class, and during that class they'd text me what they wanted me to pick up for lunch; that way it'd be ready for them when we all met, "because that's what a good little chauffeur/butler does."
Megan laughed and said, "Oh my god, you guys are still doin' that? Haha."
Derek said, "Yep. Tell her you're our all-around bitch boy, David, and you'll do what we say."
Before I could answer, Megan blurted, "Oh my gaaawwwd. Derek!" Then she heard me say what I was directed, and she just stood with her mouth agape.
Derek said, "We're all goin' out tonight, and you'll see just how handy it is to have a little bitch boy at our disposal. Well, we'll be texting you later, boy."
"Yes, sir", I answered, red-faced, and shuffled off to my first class, trying to hide the boner stretching my jeans in front.
After my 10:00 class, I went to the library to work, while awaiting texts from Derek and Megan, who gave me their lunch orders. Derek's text was just what he wanted, but Megan's began with 'could u pls get me...' and concluded with a 'tysm'.
I bought lunch for all three of us, and brought it to the meeting spot. As we ate, occasionally Derek would say things like, "Throw that away for me, wouldja bitch boy?" and Megan would laugh but also go "awww". So at one point Derek said, "It's okay. He likes being our bitch boy. Don't you, David?"
At that point I came to a realization: Had he asked me such a thing the day before, I might have said, "No! I really don't!" But if I said no now, first of all Megan's possible disapproval of my treatment could ruin what Lila wanted, which was for Derek to fully enjoy having a "bitch boy". Secondly, in an instant I asked myself whether I was happier, and enjoying life more, *now* than before Lila changed it so drastically. And despite all the humiliation, horniness, reliving of painful memories, and even despressive periods prescribed by Lila, the answer was ... *yes*. I *did* prefer my life now over the sad funk, and preoccupation, of the period between Katrina and Lila.
So I answered, "Yes sir", and added, "I do."
Her facial expression registering surprise, and some confusion, but acceptance, Megan said, "OK then."
At that point Derek told Megan that she and I should exchange schedules, so Megan would always know if and when I was available to do things for her. He said she could call or text me to run errands for her, meet her places, help her study, bring her lunch, whatever. "You want me ordering him around like a slaaave?? I can't do thaaaat!"
Derek said, "Yeah, basically. That's pretty much what he is. I mean, you can be nice about it. I know you're a nice girl; that's who you are. You can say 'please' and 'thank you', that's fine. I'm not saying be mean to him. But you don't have to feel bad about doing it. If it's somethin' that'll help you out, or you want done, just call on him. Bitch boy at your service. Ha ha!"
After classes that day, they took Megan's car to her house, and I followed in mine. I was to wait in the car in the driveway, while they went inside.
I had no idea how long they'd be, so I settled down into the driver's seat, and prepared for a long wait. But they came out in about 15 minutes, then loaded into my back seat. "To Remo's now, bitch boy," Derek said.
"Yes, sir."
We opted for lasagne and salads rather than pizza that night, which made the second meal that day, for three, that I paid for. They had never reimbursed me for lunch; the issue of me being out that money never came up. Then when I got stuck with the dinner bill, it was clear that no contribution from them was forthcoming. So I paid it.
Afterward, in the car, Derek said, "Now we're off to LP, bitch boy. Be sure and keep your eyes on the road, because we might get a little head start back here, if you know what I mean." Megan playfully told him to behave himself, but he didn't, and soon I could hear only kissing noises from the back. I could also see what they were up to whenever I glanced in the rear-view mirror.
As we drove in the darkness down one of the roads in Linmarne Park, I heard Megan whisper, "Stop, wait, David's still in the car, we can't do that yet."
"We can do anything, it's fine. Don't worry about him. And what do you think of this: We're gonna send him down the path to wait on us, but before that, why don't we give him a little treat... He can warm this up for you."
"What?"
"Let's let him lick you down here to help get you ready for me..."
"Oh my god, what? Are you serious? Then what, just send him away and you step in and take over? That's so meeeeean."
"No, not mean at all. David, you'd *love* to warm up Megan's pussy for me, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, sir."
"You'll even do it blindfolded if she wants, won't you?"
"Yes, sir."
So when we found a parking spot they liked, Derek had me position the car so we could open the back door on one side, adjacent to the woods. We made sure the dome light was off, and then Derek took off his shirt to make a blindfold for me. As I knelt down on the ground just outside the car, he had Megan slide up toward my face, remove her panties, and then Derek reached over her to put his hand on my head and guide it down to her pussy. As I licked it, she moaned. I could hear them kissing sometimes, and clothing rustling, but otherwise I couldn't really tell what they were doing.
After a few minutes, Derek said, "Okay bitch boy, I think that's enough. Stand up, turn around, don't look. Take my shirt off and toss it back here. Then get down that path, and over to the river, and wait.
"Yes, sir." As I started down the path, he said, "And bitch boy?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Remember, no touching yourself."
"Yes, sir." Then I heard Megan go "aww, haww-hawww.. that's so meeean." Then she laughed, as Derek pulled the car door shut.
After waiting at the end of the trail for probably 30 minutes, I got a text from Derek, telling me to come back, but walk backwards when I got close. Upon my arrival, he re-installed the tee-shirt blindfold, then guided me to my knees on the ground beside the car. "OK," he said, to Megan, "Scoot your pussy right up here to our little bitch boy's face and let him clean my cum out of you." She didn't say anything right then, but once I could smell her pussy in front of me, I started licking, and she said, "Oh my gaaaaahhhhhd. This is... I can't believe this."
"See? I told ya," said Derek. "Bitch boy will even clean up messes we make, haha. He should be thanking us, really, because this way we know some of that won't accidentally drip out onto his car seats. Oh, and I almost forgot, my dick is still kinda wet and sloppy from our sex. Here, bitch boy, take a break from that so you can clean up that mess, too." At that point, he guided my head over to him, and stuck his dick in my mouth. Megan exclaimed, "Oh my god!!" a little too loudly, then shushed herself. I heard silence after that, and I could only imagine she was staring at the scene wide-eyed with a hand clapped over her mouth.
I guess she wasn't horrified, though, by the "gay" act, because once Derek pushed my face back into her pussy to continue, she moaned and sighed.
"If you want to cum again, baby, from him doing that, you go right ahead," Derek said. "You and I can cum all we want; it's only bitch boy here who's not allowed."
When he said that, I groaned from the overwhelming frustration. It was unintentional, but I noticed that right after that, Megan seemed to be deriving a great deal more pleasure from my licking. Maybe it was just because Derek had invited her to enjoy it more, but in any case, she increased her rhythm to the point where ultimately she was bucking her hips, as I tried to lick at the pace she seemed to want.
"If you're gonna cum, baby," said Derek, "grab hold of his hair and pull him into you, so you can really cum on his face good." Her words seemed to dial her up yet another notch, and soon she did exactly that, and I was practically smothered in her sloppy wet pussy as she grinded it against me, and coated my face in her juices.
Afterward, Derek had me pull my pants and underwear down, and he said, "Let's make sure there's no mess in here, either. You didn't have an accident in your pants, did you, bitch boy?"
"No, sir."
"That's good. Well, you can just kneel here on the ground blindfolded for a minute, while your poor little dick just pokes the air, until Megan and I get dressed."
