Title: CHAPTER 6
Author: Bob Hurst
Company: OUHSC

Story codes: bd, sm, MM, oral, anal, orgy, tort

CHAPTER 6

Jeremy watched with some concern as Heather collapsed to the floor. Her muscles were without strength, and even her bones seemed soft and pliable. She looked up from the floor and their eyes met. He smiled. She smiled back.

He saw her master lean down and whisper something to her. She seemed surprised, but began crawling over toward Mistress Rhonda on her hands and knees. 

Master Donald and Mistress Gabrielle laughed. Jeremy knew they were up to no good and they probably were messing with Mistress Rhonda, which he knew to be very unwise. Upon reaching Rhonda, the slave girl began licking and kissing her boot. “What the hell do you want, slave?” Rhonda asked.

“Please, Mistress, could I have sex with your slave?”

Jeremy knew this would take a bad turn for him. Those two would set his mistress off, but then she was always fucking with Master Donald. Their rivalry amused Jeremy. They worried about who was on top. Jeremy had learned it didn’t matter who was on top. There was pleasure any way, and being on top meant responsibility. Jeremy hated responsibility and even will. He was more than glad to surrender it to his Mistress. 

Mistress Rhonda kicked the slave away. “I should beat you unmercifully,” she said, “But it’s not your fault. I can see from those laughing monkeys over there that you were ordered to crawl over and beg.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Jeremy liked the sound of her voice. He watched the swell of the slave’s breasts as they hung down, and her nipples, which were still swollen. She really was quite beautiful, particularly with the glow the beating had given her skin.

“Those two know perfectly well that I only allow Jeremy to have sex with men. He hates it, of course, but he’s just a slave. He was terribly afraid he was a faggot, so I am training him to be one. In fact, I think I will make him have sex in front of you, slut. Perhaps even with two men. It’s so amusing to watch him get hard when he does it.”

Jeremy felt a strange sense of ambivalence when he heard he would have to have sex with a man in front of Heather. Normally he wouldn’t care, or the humiliation and punishment led him to that strange sub space where he felt the peace of surrender. For some odd reason, it mattered to him that Heather would be watching. He could see from Heather’s expression that she felt shame that she had brought this on him. He wanted to tell her it didn’t matter, but he knew better than to speak.

“Would you like to show the slave what a faggot boy you are?” she asked Jeremy. “She wants to watch.”  
“Yes, Mistress,” he said in a low voice, already beginning to feel his penis tingle at the thought of being forced to have degrading sex in front of the slave girl.

He could see that his mistress was very happy for the opportunity the slut had offered her. She could send a message to those other masters and humiliate him, as well. He hated gay sex, but at the same time, being forced to do it while others watched, usually his mistress, was very exciting. 

“Hey, Roger,” Rhonda said. “I want to borrow one of your slave boys. I want to show this slave what a faggot slut my pretty boy is.”

Roger laughed. “Sure. Which one do you want?  I think Billy is worn out, and Susie-John doesn’t have a lot of stamina. John Thomas is probably ready, though.”

Roger brought over the slender slave with muscles like bands of steel and washboard abs. Jeremy was fascinated, particularly with the size of the man’s cock. It was huge, like a fire hose, with veins along the side that were evident even before it became hard. 

“Suck him, slave!” his mistress ordered, shoving him toward the slave’s huge cock. Jeremy knelt, taking his cock in his hand and guiding it to his mouth. He licked the tip of it and took it into his mouth where he sucked gently. He felt the smooth end of the man’s stiffening cock with his tongue. He looked out the corner of his eye and saw Heather staring in fascination.

“Look at how faggot boy takes it into his mouth,” his mistress said. She grabbed Heather by the hair and brought her close. “He likes them to come in his mouth, you know. He’s not a real man, just a faggot boy,” she hissed.

The knowledge that Heather was watching his total submission was both disturbing and exciting. For the moment, Jeremy put the disturbing feelings aside, for if he let them see the light of day, it was possible that his entire world could crumble. Heather was a sub and so was he, and how could that work, or even should it work?  He returned to servicing the slave for his mistress, whom he loved. She was cruel to him, of course, and the only sexual outlet she allowed him was with other men while she watched or letting him worship her with his mouth and occasionally masturbating him into a martini glass so he could drink his own semen. Only in the depths of his submission were the demons quiet.

He began stroking the now hard cock, feeling it become wet and slippery with his own saliva. His hand slid up and down the shaft, which was so large he couldn’t get his fingers all the way around it. With long strokes, he would slide from the head down the shaft and back, each time sucking and licking the head of the slave’s cock and running his tongue along underneath the huge head.  He felt himself harden in response, which humiliated him. Glancing out of the corner of his mouth, he saw that Heather had seen his rising erection.

“Just look, little slave, at how faggot boy gets hard,” his mistress said. She touched his cock with her crop. “I’ll bet you’d love to suck him, wouldn’t you, little slave?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Jeremy heard her say meekly. He felt his cock throb at the thought of Heather taking his cock in her mouth while he serviced the other slave. Jeremy wished more than anything that his mistress would allow that, but he knew she wouldn’t. The renegade thought that he was, in the end, a free man flitted briefly through his mind, but the implications for his life were far too disturbing. He would have to face all his demons. He would have to confront everything, but that would cost him the sense of peace he found as a sub, so he kept sucking and stroking Master Roger’s slave.

The slave began moaning and thrusting himself in and out. Jeremy almost choked on his huge organ as the man pumped it in and out of his mouth, but he controlled the gag reflex. He wanted to please his mistress, just as he had pleased his Aunt Elizabeth, and he knew making the man cum would please her. He wanted to please her, even at the strangely disturbing thought of being humiliated in front of the girl. Jeremy could tell the man was close, so he pumped the man’s cock all the harder into his mouth. Slippery with his saliva, his fingers pumped the shaft and the head, which he sucked hard. With a cry, the man thrust his hips forward, and Jeremy felt the first spurt of hot, salty semen strike the back of his throat. 

“Don’t swallow it, yet, faggot boy!” his mistress ordered.

He pumped every drop of fluid into his mouth, but he felt some dribble down onto his chin. 

“Look at cum-face, Slave,” his Mistress said to Heather. “Kiss him.”

He could tell from the girl’s face that she was repulsed by him and the semen in his mouth and on his face. She probably thought he was a faggot, and he knew the throbbing erection he had proved it. Still, she leaned forward to meet him, and their lips met.

“Kiss the cum-faced queer-boy,” his Mistress said cruelly. He felt her riding crop on his stiff penis. “Look what a hardon he has from sucking that huge cock!”

Jeremy felt Heather’s lips on his and her opened mouth and tongue meeting his. He felt her suck eagerly on his tongue as they shared the slave’s fluids, and he knew his life would be forever changed by that kiss. He wanted to reach out to touch her breasts with the aroused nipples, or even to slide his hand between her thighs and feel the wetness he knew was there. He even wanted just to place his hand behind her neck and prolong the kiss as long as possible, but he knew if he did that, he would displease his mistress. And so he just kissed her and let their tongues dance and mesh until they were told to stop. That order came all too soon.

“Stop, you disgusting slaves!” Mistress Rhonda ordered.

Her eyes turned to Heather, but her crop began flicking his penis. “Look at faggot boy, here. See how hard he got from sucking a man.”

Jeremy saw and felt Mistress’s hot eyes on his throbbing cock. He wanted to thrust it forward, to have her touch it like his aunt had done when she’d bathed him, and to rub it until he spurted his fluids everywhere.

“Isn’t he a disgusting faggot boy?”

“Yes, Mistress,” she replied with only the tiniest hesitation in her voice. It was enough to cause his heart to soar. Only after it had ascended did he realize that the pleasure from his humiliation was exceeded by the prospect of his feelings for the girl.

“I’ll show you how disgusting he really is,” she said. “Would you like to watch while he takes it up the ass?”

Again with only the slightest hesitation, she replied, “Yes, Mistress.”

This time it was Roger himself. “Well, Rhonda, if you get me hard, I’ll fuck your boy. I’ve admired his cute ass for some time. It’ll be interesting to see if you can get a queer like me hard.”

“I’ll have the slave do it,” she replied dryly. “He’s more to your tastes, anyway.”

“No doubt, Rhondie, but it’ll be an interesting experiment.”

Jeremy watched with interest, curious as to how his Mistress would handle the situation. Roger definitely was looking to dominate her, and he knew, straight or queer, she would not permit any man to get away with that. She smiled sweetly in a way that Jeremy had learned meant no good. She reached for Roger’s cock and wrapped her fingers around the base of it and squeezed, hard. It was like a cock ring. Blood flowed in, but not out, and as she flicked the tip with her finger, slowly Roger stiffened. From the look on his face, Jeremy supposed his mistress was squeezing hard.

“Lube him up, slave,” his mistress ordered him. Glancing quickly at the girl, Jeremy deliberately took Roger’s penis in his mouth and licked it all over, leaving plenty of saliva.

“On your hands and knees, and present your faggot butt so Master Roger can fuck you.”

Jeremy did as he was ordered and thrust his bottom into the air. The girl was watching, and Jeremy was still hard. He wanted to cum, but unless he could while Roger fucked him, he knew it wouldn’t happen. He began to fantasize about Heather and what they might do together. 

He felt Roger’s hard cock pushing at his anus, slowly penetrating him as Jeremy relaxed his sphincter. Jeremy imagined Heather with her legs spread before him. He would lick her to levels of ecstasy she had never experienced, lovingly and worshipfully. Then Roger was in him and fucking him, hard. He pushed back to meet his thrusts.

“See how faggot boy loves to take a man’s cock up his ass?”

“Yes, Mistress,” the girl said.

“I think I will let faggot boy pleasure me while he takes Roger up his ass,” said Rhonda. She placed herself in front of Jeremy and spread her thighs. Jeremy could see her swollen clitoris and imagined it was Heather’s as he lowered his head. Meanwhile, Roger’s cock had found his prostate from the other side, and it felt good. 

“Spread my labia so Faggot Boy can really do his job,” Mistress Rhonda ordered the girl. He saw Heather’s fingers opening up his mistress, exposing her clitoris for his tongue. He licked her bare clit, running his tongue all around it. He imagined it was Heather, and he licked her fingers as he licked his mistress. 

Roger was pumping hard, and through using his imagination, Jeremy was close to cumming. He desperately wanted it to happen. His mistress had been keeping him deprived, and his level of excitement had been kept at a moderate level for days. Suddenly, he knew it would happen. He closed his eyes and just imagined Heather moaning like his Mistress was, and he licking her and then fucking her as Roger was fucking him.

With a moan, Roger’s fingers dug into Jeremy’s hips and thrust hard. Jeremy could feel his cock spasming in his ass, pumping him full of his semen, and then Jeremy felt his own stiff cock pumping out his semen onto the floor as he imagined taking Heather’s large clit between his lips and sucking hard.

The release for Jeremy was bliss, even moreso when he saw the kind smile on the girl’s face as she watched his penis pumping out his load on the floor. 

His mistress had noticed, too. “You disgusting faggot!” she said, pushing him away from her. “Lick it up!” she ordered.

He didn’t care.