Wednesday

I spend the whole day fearing those was the last hours before our Nick would out my predicament to our entire community. Well, that and adjusting to the even larger Wednesday butt plug. This time it was a little bit easier to take on as the step up in size was not as big as from Monday to Tuesday.

I do as I'm instructed and when get to Nick's house, he greets me by the kitchen door.

"There is no need for your clothes," Nick states. "Take them off."

"But...," I try. "My friends..."

"Did I hear a yes, Sir," Nick interrupts.

"Yes... Sir," I correct myself as I start to remove my clothes.

"Don't worry, Ben," he says. "If you play your cards right tonight your cock loving, cum craving desires will be safe with me."

"Thank you, Sir," I say sincerely.

"But you're not playing cards today." Nick states.

"I'm not?"

"No," Nick continues. "If you are able to make all our friends cum tonight, I will not expose you."

"But, how?" I'm so confused that I can't even formulate a question.

"There's one more thing," Nick interrupts. "If you turn the base of today's plug, it starts to vibrate. I want to hear it turned on all night. If you cum yourself I will expose you as well." He pulls out his phone and show me a picture of his living room and our friend sitting by the poker table. Next to it there is a square booth set up, almost like a pop-up changing room. There is a small curtain set up and I immediately understand what Nick has planned. I will be led into the booth from the kitchen, away from my friends' sight, and certainly there will be a glory hole in the booth. The curtain on the side is in case any of our friends want some privacy while getting their dicks sucked.

"Impressive," I confess. "But how will you make our friend utilize the offer? Most of them are just as shy and timid as me."

"I have planned for something like this for a while," Nick confesses. "When I introduced the idea today, most of them got excited. The more reluctant ones had a tasty drink with a little special ingredient to make them lose their inhibitions a bit."

"What a fucking douchebag," I can't help but think to myself. Such an obvious Nick move.

"You just concentrate on sucking your friends' cocks, slut," Nick grins. "And let me take care of the rest. If you make your way through the kitchen you will get to the slut booth without anyone seeing you."

I walk through his kitchen, naked, with a hard-on and a big plug in my ass, while my friends sit just a room away. When I open the door to the living room it leads me directly into the booth. It seems to be made from some light plaster boards and on one side there is a round hole cut out that is lined with some soft padding. In the middle of the box Nick has left a pillow for my knees. I get into the box and wait.

"Gentlemen," Nick exclaims proudly. "Seems our entertainment has arrived." The statement is followed by cheers and applause.

"Slut," Nick continues. "If you are willingly participating in this evening's events and are eager to suck the cocks of all of us here - please turn on your vibrator." Without contemplating an alternative, I reach down and put my fingers on base of the plug. I turn it to the left, but nothing happens. So, I try to the right and it sets off a buzzing in my ass to another round of cheers from my friends. After a few seconds it also starts to pound my insides.

"Anyone eager to get service right off the bat?" Nick asks. It's quiet for a little while before our friend Fred speaks up.

"Let the slut warm up for a while," he says. "Let's finish this round first." The rest of the group murmurs in agreement. "Sounds good, slut?" Fred asks.

"Slut is not allowed to speak," Nick jumps in to save me. "Only suck."

"Sound like my type of slut," my friend responds.

It's a strange feeling sitting naked, listening to my friends playing poker just a few feet away. The vibrations and pulsation from my butt plug start to feel very enjoyable and I catch myself almost moaning before realizing the impact if I would.

The conversation at the poker table seems a bit stale and unnatural. It's like the guys try to act normal but clearly are struggling with the large cock sucking booth standing next to them and sounds of my vibrating plug echoing in the room. After some time, my friend Mike takes the table with a bluff as Simon, a newcomer to the group, folds.

"Congrats Mike," Nick says. "Your price is waiting for you."

"Eeerrm," Mike responds hesitantly. "I'm not sure... not first."

"Goddamn it," Nick exclaims, clearly annoyed that the group doesn't seem to be as willing has he thought. "I'll go first and show you guys how it's done."

"It's your house," Fred says. "We'll follow your lead." The rest of the men murmur in agreement, obviously relieved to not be the one going first.

I hear footsteps walking towards my booth and I get a mixed feeling of excitement and fear. This is really happening; I keep thinking to myself. I'm about to get humiliated by my friends, without most of them even knowing it. I'm feeling scared and repulsed. I'm rock hard and the butt plug in my ass is stimulating me in ways I've never been stimulated before, making my libido take charge over my brain.

"This is how you remove your pants," Nick explains trying to be funny. "Then you take your cock, like this," he continues. "And stick it in the hole here." Apart from some nervous giggles from my friend at the poker table, the room is dead silent as I see Nick's white dick enter into view. It's already semi-hard and I see a few drops of pre-cum forming on its head.

Without thinking I move my head forward and stick out my tongue to lap up the sweet, salty drops. I then open my mouth and let his head enter me. I can feel it swell to full size within seconds and I instinctively start to bob my head back and forth over his masculine, hard shaft.

"Then, my cock sucking slut does the rest," Nick concludes triumphantly. Obviously, Nick's relaxed approach is becoming infectious as the rest of the gang begins to respond.

"Sounds like you have an eager little cocksucker there," Fred says, to some laughs from the others.

"Yeah, I always train my sluts to love cocks in their mouths," Nick replies, half moaning.

"Is she any good at it?" Simon asks.

"One of the best I've ever had," Nick says.

I feel my face turn red as I can't help but be proud of his comment. At the same time, I hate myself for not resisting the feeling. My main disappointment is that I can't moan as loudly as I want and that the glory hole doesn't allow me access to service my tormentor's balls as well. How I would love to switch between Nick's swollen shaft and his tight ball sack itching to release his alpha cum on my face. Every once in a while, I pull him completely out of my mouth and lick my way up and down his shaft, collecting the sweet pre-cum in my mouth and swallowing it.

"Fuck, yeah, I'm getting close slut," Nick announces, to the cheers of my friend. I can hear a few zippers opening as I take it that some of the guys are getting too excited to resist touching themselves ahead of their turns.

Nick moans louder on the other side of the wall, as he starts to push back against the back of my throat. The force of his large white cock intruding my throat almost makes me gag. The plug in my ass is fantastic and the filled-feeling almost makes me feel like I'm being double teamed, like a true slut.

"Yeah, here it comes, cum whore," Nick announces as I feel him swell that last bit in my mouth. As much as I want to taste his cum, I get a last second idea and grab his cock with my left hand. I don't fully reach around his massive shaft as I begin to jerk it violently against my tongue. Nick grunts loudly as I feel the first jet of warm sperm hit the back of my mouth. I move my head back, wanting him to shower me in his cum. To the loud groans of Nick and applause of my friends his second spurt hits me on my forehead with a loud splashing noise. The third and fourth hits my chin, followed by my nose, leaving a long string of cum hanging from it. I then aim his cock downward a bit letting the last ropes hit my chest, soaking it completely as cum runs down my body towards pillow beneath me.

When Nick's cock stops jerking, I remove my hand and can't help but lick a glob of cum from my knuckle. I then clean his shaft with my tongue before gently putting his semi-flaccid member in my mouth once again, softly swirling my tongue around the cockhead, cleaning it before simply allowing it to relax in my warm mouth while Nick comes down from his post orgasm bliss.

"And that's how it's done," Nick says.

"Amazing," said Fred.

"Yeah, that's fucking hot," Mike fills in. "I can't believe."

"So, who's next?" Nick asks. I hear three or four guys simultaneously volunteering, before everyone breaks out in laughter.

"Well," says Nick. "Maybe the honor should go Mike for winning the last round."

"Hell yes," said Mike.

"Slut," Nick says as he directs his comment to me again. "Kiss my cock to say thank you before I go."

I let Nick's cock out of my warm mouth and hold it up in my hands, giving it loud smacking kisses all over. I hear him pull up his pants and walk off. He gives a high five to what sounds like the entire table.

"What are you waiting for?" Nick says to Mike. "My slut is waiting for more cocks."

"You don't need to tell me twice," Mike responds and hear him getting up from his chair.

"Go get her," I hear Simon urging him on.

"Give that slut what she needs," Tim, another regular in our poker group, adds.

I hear Mike coming up next to the booth and his pants being removed.

"I think I'm going to need this," he says as I hear the curtain being pulled.

"Newbie," Nick says, and wins some laughs from the rest of the group.

"Hey," Mike responds quickly. "The last thing I want to see when I'm getting off is your ugly faces." The group laughs again.

"Ok, let's deal," Nick says, returning the focus to the game and giving Mike the privacy he needs to do his thing.

I hear Mike unzip his pants and letting them fall to the floor. I don't dare to look through the glory hole in case he would try to sneak a peek and see who's on the other side. Instead, I hold my palm a few inches away from it, allowing Mike access to stick his cock in it but still protecting me from potential curious eyes.

I can hear my friend breathe heavily on the other side. Perhaps from excitement. Perhaps from nervousness. Then, I hear him take a step closer and his white cock peeks through on my side of the wall. His size is quite impressive, probably as long as Nick's but not as thick. He is rock hard, tip oozing with pre-cum. I instinctively lean forward and let my tongue run up his long shaft.

"Fuuu-uuu-ck, yes," Mike lets out on the other side of the thin wall.

Hearing his voice while having his cock in my mouth suddenly make me realize what I'm doing. Here I am, sucking off one of my male friends. Not only am I disgusted with myself, but I'm also feeling guilty for Mike. He has no idea. He thinks he's getting pleasure from a girl. And what about me? How much of a fucking deprived cock slut have become? The torment and training I've been subjected to by my daughter, my wife and now my neighbor has made not think twice to put a long-time friend's cock in my mouth. While I'm contemplating my situation, Mike pistons his cock in and out of my open mouth like I'm a fleshlight.

After feeling resentment for everyone who got me in this position, I suddenly realize that I'm the reason I engulfed Mike's cock as soon as I saw it. It's not because I'm forced. It's not because it's part of what is expected of me, nor is it to keep my identity hidden. It's simply because I have been conditioned to swallow whatever is put in front of me - willingly. Maybe I have even begun to crave cock as much as pussy? Maybe more? I love tasting the salty pre-cum. I want to feel my mouth completely filled. I yearn to feel the warm blood in the veins pulsating against my tongue. I revel in the successful feeling of having a cock explode into orgasm all over me or swallowing the flood of semen rushing down my throat. Most of all, I am addicted to feeling like a complete slut when servicing dominant men.

I'm shocked by my own realization, but my train of thought is interrupted by Mike reaching orgasm. I'm slow to react and my mouth is quickly filled with his cum, probably letting half of it flow from my mouth, down my chin and over my chest. It seems to go on forever, coating my tongue with spray after spray as I dutifully drink up the warm liquid. I try to use my new-found realization and enjoy the sensation of my friend filling up my stomach as I hear him moan and pant and grunt just inches from me.

"Thank you," Mike says with a sense of genuine gratitude after a minute or so, as he pulls his soft cock from my mouth and return it to his side of the wall. "I really needed that." I can hear him pull up and zip his pants before opening the curtain. There's a round of applause and cheers from the poker table.

"Man," Mike exclaims. "I've never had blow-job like that, thank you Nick."

"I told you I keep good sluts," Nick responds and I can almost see his smug face in front of me.

"Can I go next?" I hear Fred ask in an excited voice.

"Sure, man," Nick responds. "Help yourself."

"Here I come, slut," Fred almost screams as I hear him pushing back his chair so violently that it falls over, followed by another round of laughs from the group. Fred is the least athletic person in our poker game. With a stocky build and a growing bald spot, he's the typical middle-class, middle-management, dad type. It's difficult to know from the way his mouth is spurting out abuse at the moment though.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson, slut," he almost screams. "I'm going to wreck your whore mouth." It's so over the top that I almost start laughing but manage to keep my calm. I hear him close the curtain hastily and breathing heavily as he scurries his pants to the floor.

"Take it, cock slave," he says as he enters the glory hole.

A small cock head appears and nothing else. With his build, he can probably not get as close to the wall as the guys before him. From my angle it's difficult to assess exactly how small he is, but it's definitely smaller than average and smaller than me. I open my mouth and have to keep my lips tight to the wall in front of me to take him even a little bit into my mouth. His small head feels like a peanut on my tongue, but it seems to be enough to get him excited.

"Fuck, yeah," Fred moans loudly. "You love it, don't you slut?"

In his excitement he tries to thrust back and forth but every little move backwards makes him fall out of my mouth. He quickly realizes this and changes his tactics to just keep still and have his cock as deep in on my side of the wall as possible. I let my tongue swirl over it in a circular motion. After a while I switch and flick it across the underside of his tip. On the other side of the wall, I hear the soccer dad grunt and moan profanities and before long he lets out a loud guttural scream as his small dick spits cum on my tongue. As I swallow, I conclude that size actually does matter. At least there is some minimum threshold that needs to be exceeded.

As Fred walks back to our circle of friend, bragging about how he destroyed the slut, I look down on my own erect dick, glistening from pre-cum and standing straight up from the stimulation I get in my ass, thinking "do I meet the minimum threshold?"

"Malcolm, your next," I hear Nick say as soon as Fred is back at the table.

"Malcolm?" I think to myself. There is no Malcolm in our poker group. We do bring in replacements when any of the originals can't make it. I guess I'm absent today. Or at least absent from the poker table.

"Finally," I hear a dark voice respond before calm footsteps are approaching. I can almost hear his confidence by the way he walks. A total contrast from Fred's erratic movements. As he gets to the other side of the booth, I can feel myself getting excited involuntary. The walls inside my rectum squeeze the relentlessly vibrating plug in my ass and my already rock-hard cock jerks back and forth. I can't concentrate to pick up if he drew the curtain or not, but I hear his pants fall to the floor with loud thud. He then takes the time to remove them fully before he slowly enters the glory hole.

I can see a massive black cock head appearing into sight, followed by inch after inch of his enormous black shaft. His cock seems to go on forever before he finally stops. He then proceeds pushing his balls into the hole, leaving his whole package available to me. His cock must be at least ten inches, and it's not even hard yet and below his massive shaft hangs the biggest pair of balls I've ever seen.

This time I can't help but moan. A jolt of icy fear runs through my body as I freeze, waiting to hear if anyone picks up that the sound of the moan was more male than female. After what felt like hours of no one reacting, I take it that I got away with it this time. I turn my attention to the monster in front of me. Thanks to Nick I'm now trained to yearn for all types of alpha cocks, especially one as huge as this.

I bow my head to get to the tip of his hanging cock and tilt my face upwards, opening my mouth and let the very tip of his cock head into my mouth. It smells musky and it radiates heat like power plant. I open as wide as can but can't get my lips around head. I wrap my right hand around his shaft, unable to fully wrap it all the way around. I lift his heavy monster with my hand, allowing me to switch my mouth's focus as I stick my tongue out to lick his balls. I let my tongue run across his thick velvety sack, slowly at first, but soon faster. I try to fit them in my mouth but I'm unsuccessful.

When I get to the top of his cock head and let my tongue scoop up the first drip of pre-cum, I can't help but feel an overpowering sense of pride. This little white ass-plugged cum-drenched beta slut can bring some joy and satisfaction to such a powerful, Black cock. I'm so proud that I almost cum right there. Luckily, I'm trained well enough that I can stop the impending explosion. I bring my second hand up to his shaft and jerk him off with two hands, while I kiss my way around his now swollen cock head. I devote a little bit of extra attention to licking and flicking the sensitive spot on the underside of the head. This clearly does the trick as more and more pre-cum starts flowing from his cock, coating it as well as my tongue. Now that he's well lubricated, I take another stab at fitting his full head in my mouth. I open as wide as I ever have, but I still only get about two-thirds down.

After a few tries I finally feel my lips closing around the base of his cock head. I'm feeling fuller than I ever have before. For a few seconds I panic, thinking about how I will ever get him out now that he's in. The fear is overpowered with lust as I jerk his alpha cock with both hands, pushing streams of pre-cum out over my tongue and down my throat. I can't help but gag as I hear my Black master start to moan on the other side of the wall.

I close my eyes and can't help imagining that the buzzing and pulsating plug in my ass is another Black cock and that I am being tag teamed and abused from both sides. I can feel my orgasm starting to build deep inside of me. It's not long before I feel the tip of his monster cock head press against the back of my throat as I violently push my head back and forth while jerking him off with both hands. I realize that I have been too focused on taking more and more of him that I haven't paid enough attention to quelching my own orgasm. I can feel it rush up from my balls and I fear it's too late to stop.