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It was every delivery boy’s dream. His shift was ending and his last stop of the night just so happened to be a house full of girls. He’d imagined this scenario in his head too many times to count, but tried to suppress his fantasies as he followed her into the kitchen. She “forgot” to grab the money, she’d said before inviting him in. He knew his role was to play it cool; act like it was the last thing on his mind.
The kitchen opened up into the living room, where he could see several women sitting around talking, laughing, and drinking. The girl in front of him, called out, “Pizza’s here!” and a chorus of cheers and hoots erupted from the room. They started coming towards him and he couldn’t help but notice some were wearing t-shirts with the logo of a softball league. He began to think he’d died and gone to heaven.
As he anticipated, the questions came in. He answered patiently and did his best to keep up with the game. Yes, I’ve been doing delivery for a little over a year now. Actually, it’s been kinda slow tonight. No, I didn’t have to drive too far. I am into sports, but it’s been a while since I’ve played. That’s awesome you guys kicked their asses. Oh, don’t worry about it, this is my last stop for the night. I’m 6’1″.
After some friendly banter, the kind-eyed girl who brought him into the house came over with his money. Before she could hand it over, though, it was snatched from her by one of her teammates. He’d seen her watching him carefully from the back of the room. She was Spanish in heritage, had dark hair pulled back into a knot, wore a form-fitting but slightly androgynous outfit of shorts and shirt, and looked like she could be the home run king of the group.
“You’re just gonna take your money and leave a house full of girls?” she laughed. “Don’t you wanna stay and have some fun? At least earn your fucking money.”
The others looked around at each other and finally rested their eyes on him, waiting for his reaction. He smiled a sly grin. He knew this chick couldn’t wait to jump him, but she was so insistent he almost thought he should pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. He cocked his head back and made the next move.
“Oh, I’m good for it,” he answered confidently. “What’d you have in mind, little mama?”
Her face tightened at the sound of the pet name. Ah, she wants a fight, he thought to himself excitedly.
“You’re awfully sure of yourself, aren’t you, little boy? Acting like that in a house with twelve women who know how to use a baseball bat…” Laughter and jeers rose up around him.
Switching tactics, he started to laugh with them. “You got a point. Let’s talk, then.”
Girls started whispering to other girls. He imagined what they were saying. They’d probably ask to see him shirtless. Maybe see his ass. Maybe his dick. Could be they’re freaks and they want to paddle him and haze him in other ways. All he knew was that an opportunity like this shouldn’t be tossed aside carelessly.
Suddenly the hushed discussion came to an abrupt end and an unusual answer cut through his fantasies like a knife. “Serve us drinks for the next half hour.”
He couldn’t believe what he heard. His brow furrowed in confusion. He started to open his mouth to speak, but was cut off again.
“Serve us drinks for the next half hour and we’ll see about adding to the tip you get… and maybe some really fun things will come up.”
He paused to collect his thoughts. Were they just gonna lead him on? Maybe they want to test the waters first, to see if I’m bold enough. It is only serving drinks, after all. If nothing else, it would give them more time to adjust to him, and give him more of a chance to get in good with them. He accepted the deal and the room cheered.
“Wait!” yelled an unseen voice. A tall, leggy black girl came out of the hallway towards him. She smiled a diabolical smile. “You have to wear this, too.”
It was hideously pink. So much so that he instinctively backed up a step away from it. Someone in the background called out, “Nothing else, either!” He couldn’t tell if this was a good sign or not. The group tried to goad him on. He felt his ego simultaneously being threatened and fed. He was big enough to do it, he was man enough. No question about that, right. He’d show them he meant business by wearing this pink, frilly apron to serve them their drinks.
He stripped off his clothes then and there, and threw on the apron. The team watched in slight astonishment. Hoots and hollers soon followed. Maybe it was their lucky night, the one they imagined would probably never come.
The leggy black girl approached her new maid and looked him up and down. She snickered and pressed her lips against his before saying the name Jackie into his ear. He watched her walk away until the home run king stepped in to block his view.
“Pour me a drink,” she commanded. He took her order and did as told. She almost seemed to give him a glance that wasn’t unapproving as she left to sit down.
The house began to resume the noise and bustle istanbul escort it had before he’d come in. Some of the ladies sat and talked, occasionally motioning and calling for drinks to be brought over. Others stood around in the kitchen, watching him move about, staring at his bare ass, and every now and then taking the liberty of a little touch, pinch, or squeeze. If he spoke out of turn, he was told to shut his mouth and busy himself by fetching another drink.
Suddenly, three women approached him. He stopped in his tracks, holding a drink in each hand. One of the women slowly reached her hand down to his apron, lifted it up, and took a good, long look. None of them laughed. None of them oohed or aahed. They just smirked, sometimes at him, sometimes at the other part of him. He blushed a visible red shade and stood speechless. Then the women put down his apron and silently returned to their seats. He felt like he’d been hit in the face with a brick.
Once others had witnessed what the three women did, they decided to indulge their curiosities as well. Every time someone raised his apron, he felt more violated, more invaded than if he’d been serving drinks naked. A thin strip of cloth kept their eyes from his manhood, and they pulled it away time after time. He began to feel small and it began to make him angry. But then she came up to him – the kind-eyed girl who took him in.
She put her hand on the apron and lifted it up. Then he felt her other hand run slowly but firmly over his cock. She smiled and tightened her grip. He went hard as iron and she smiled wider. “I like it,” she said.
He continued serving drinks, finding himself gradually more able to enjoy the treatment of the team. After 30 minutes had passed, the Spanish girl called him over to her, in the middle of the circle seated in the living room. She stood up and walked to him.
“You held up your end of the deal,” she said. “You think you have it in you to go further, little boy?”
“How much further?” he asked nervously.
“We’re past the point of questions now,” she told him. “If you’re not prepared to follow our lead after all that, you aren’t ready to go further. It has to be only a yes or a no.”
He muttered out, “Yes.”
She placed her hand on his chin and lifted his eyes off the floor to meet hers. “My name is Angela. You say either, ‘Yes, Miss Angela’ or ‘Yes, Ma’am.’ Is that clear?”
The group was dead quiet, watching in gleeful anticipation. “Yes, Miss Angela,” he mustered.
Her smile surprised him, but it wasn’t long he got to see it before she reached around him, untied his apron, and pulled it off him and onto the floor. He stood naked in front of all twelve of the softball players. Angela ordered him to his knees. At her beckoning, he kissed her feet. He could hear the sound of people leaning forward in their chairs to watch the spectacle.
Once a few minutes had passed, he was taken by the hair and led on his hands and knees to Angela’s seat. She sat down and put her legs on his back. “Now you get to serve as a foot rest.”
He blushed again and felt his pride welling up deep down inside his chest. Yet when he looked around at the anxious and approving faces fixated on his naked body underneath Angela’s feet, he found himself turned on. He couldn’t let himself get too worked up and leave in shame. Thoughts of what might have been would torture him for the rest of his days. The only way to deal with shame was to own it and be shameless. He had to toughen up. He could play their game.
Just as he began to relax, he saw her coming down the hall. She was waving something in the air, something like… no, it wasn’t like a chain, it was a chain. He breathed in deep and prepared himself for whatever humiliating thing they would do next. Would they chain him up? Were they going to beat his ass with it? Then he saw what was in her other hand.
His body jerked suddenly, but Angela was one step ahead. Immediately, she leaned forward, grabbed him by the hair and held him down with the other hand on his back. “Be a good dog,” she growled at him.
The group teased and taunted him. “Aren’t you ‘good for it’?” “You were such an obedient boy before.” “Don’t be a pussy!” “Come on, you know you’re practically wearing it already…”
She leaned down in front of him and smiled. Without a word, she opened the collar and fastened it around his neck. Angela didn’t hesitate to take the leash and rest her legs on his back again, while the other girl casually walked back to grab a seat. A hard smack on his ass startled him, as Angela laughed and the room burst into conversation.
After five minutes, he was passed to another girl to be her foot rest. Then another. And another. Finally, he made it back to his original leash-holder. It felt weirdly nice, as if he’d come back home. She ran her hand gently down his back and bent forward to speak into his ear. He nodded and her hand again rubbed his back.
He was led on his knees into the middle of the living room circle. escort bayan One woman came over and disappeared behind him. A second later he felt her take his arms and bind them together behind his back. Another woman came over and placed a blindfold over his eyes. He felt hands on his shoulders, on his back, and on his head. When all the attention died down, he stayed there on his knees, naked, bound, blindfolded, and waiting nervously.
Something poked at his lips. It felt like a fingernail. He relaxed and let it in his mouth. It stroked his tongue slowly and left. He felt a warm hand caress his cheek. Next was something wet. Not what he might have hoped, however, as it went further into his throat and he could taste the sweet juice of a strawberry. He ate it, swallowed, and smiled. The next object inserted into his mouth was harder, bigger. He couldn’t tell what it was, but he heard the team giggle and hoot. Another object pushed against his lips and made its way inside. This one felt harder than the last, not to mention colder. The team howled at it, whatever it was, and he started to feel caught up in the naughty fun of it all. He pushed his head onto it more and made a slurping noise. He heard the ladies give their blessing, quite audibly, as it left his mouth.
Then things went silent. After a moment, he heard only three words: “Open your mouth.”
His lips parted. Something touched them briefly, before touching his tongue as well. It felt different from everything else. It was soft, spongy, and had a strange texture to it. His fear began to mount, particularly when the onlooking women let out little gasps, quiet moans, and eventually oohed and aahed. But it couldn’t be. They wouldn’t.
Someone grabbed him by the hair and the object went deeper down his throat. The crowd noises grew louder. He began to breathe heavily. It pushed in and out, in and out. Louder and louder the crowd became. He started to gag. In and out, in and out. The hollering around him was now getting somewhat scary.
In a flicker of a moment, all was revealed. Off went the blindfold. He heard the clicking of camera phones amidst laughter and cheers. He saw the legs of a woman standing in front of him. He also saw it hanging from her waist. It was skin-toned, a fleshy texture. It was thick and long, thicker and longer than his. And it was more than halfway down his throat.
Reacting impulsively, he spit it out and cursed them. How could they? He felt like he had been nothing but a source of cheap amusement to them all along. His heart raced, his cheeks went red, just as he felt two long arms come from behind him, under his own arms, and slide seductively over his bare chest. The cursing stopped. The college blond standing before him watched with a smirk. He froze in his tracks, trapped like an animal.
“You didn’t like the tip we gave you?” It was Jackie’s voice.
“What the FUCK?! Let me go, you crazy bitches!”
The room laughed. “Oh, come on. You thought you were gonna get to fuck all of us tonight. But you’re our bitch here.”
He wrestled in his restraints and made exasperated sounds.
“Listen, boy,” she said next to his ear, with his chin in her hand. “You’re only leaving here on one condition.”
Oh god, he thought to himself. What horrible thing do they want me to do now?
“You have to be able to look Christine in the eye and tell her you don’t want that big, hard cock of hers.”
That was it? He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the woman before him, standing impatiently with one hand on her hip. He tried to ignore the rod dangling from her crotch.
“I–“
“Oh no,” Jackie interrupted. “You don’t get away that easy, little boy. I said look her in the eye.”
Christine crouched down until her face was staring into his. She had a trouble-maker’s grin. And dammit, she was a hottie.
“I–“
She took her cock in one hand and began to stroke it.
“I… don’t…”
Her head tilted back and her eyes relaxed. The grin on her face got wider.
“I don’t want…”
“My big, hard cock?” she asked bluntly.
He sighed an anxious laugh. The girls nearby goaded him on. “Take it like a man!” “You know you want it.” “You were sucking it so hot!”
“Just say the words,” Christine said. “You really don’t want me to feed you my big, hard cock?”
Why was he hesitating? He felt pressure on all sides, from the girls, from his ego, from his mind, and…
“Your little dick seems pretty happy about sucking my cock. It was so stiff when you had me down your throat, and it’s nice and stiff even now!”
Blushing instantly, he blurted out: “I don’t want your-“
The team leaned forward. “Well?” Christine asked.
He hung his head. She sighed and stood up.
“That’s what I thought, bitch.”
Suddenly he felt his hands were free. He turned his head around. Jackie was looking down on him disappointedly. As he turned back, he could see many disappointed faces. Was this what he wanted? Was he really so scared of Ataşehir escort pushing himself, of trying something new? Christine had started to walk away when he yelled out, “Wait!”
She turned around where she stood and would not move closer.
“I can’t say it,” he confessed. “I thought I could only leave if I said it…”
“Oh, you can leave,” Christine responded with some anger in her voice. “But if you want to be honest with yourself, you can tell me you want it now.”
“I… do.”
“Not that,” she answered. “You’ll have to say you want to suck my big, hard cock. Really, really bad.”
With all the courage he could manage, he fought his embarrassment and squeezed out the words: “I want to suck your–“
He felt the staring eyes, the eager ears waiting for him to succumb. Christine came over and crouched in front of him. She could see his breathing and her smirk returned.
At last, he looked her in the eye and said, “I really want to suck your big, hard cock. Really, really bad!”
She yanked him to her by the leash, shoving his face against her strap-on. The girls standing by expressed their pleasure verbally, and moved in closer to watch. He opened his mouth and took Christine’s dildo eagerly. He felt a hand grab his erect penis. “Look how hard he is!” Another hand smacked him on the ass. “He wasn’t kidding about sucking her cock!” He felt like a sideshow attraction, with the group of women gathered around to be entertained and to be pleased. It was oddly arousing.
One pair of hands took him by the hips and pressed down on his back, making him get on all fours. He felt a cool, sticky sensation in his asshole, followed by pressure. Hands touched, slapped, and fondled his body. Fingers poked into his ass. Christine held his head still while she shoved her cock down his throat slow and deep. He gagged a few times, but once it was in all the way, she nodded to someone behind him. He felt something–
Oh. Wait. It was… not a finger… something bigger… going… in…… his……… ass!
Hands came to rest on his ass cheeks. A moan came from behind him, and then Jackie’s voice, telling him to relax and let her in. “An ass like yours just has to be fucked, boy.”
Jackie pushed in, Christine pulled back. Jackie pulled back, Christine pushed in. Eventually, the two converged into the same rhythm. Cock down his throat and cock up his ass. At times it felt like their strap-on dicks might touch somewhere inside of him. When he gagged and choked on Christine, Jackie spanked his bottom hard. When he resisted Jackie’s thrusts, Christine slapped him good. Jackie dug her hands into his cheeks, molding them like clay. Christine ran her hands through his hair, over his face, and held his head where it belonged. The rest of the team cheered them both on.
“My turn,” a familiar voice interrupted. Christine pulled out and moved to one side. Angela slowly walked towards him, an even bigger cock hanging from her. She wore only boy shorts, under the harness, her large naked breasts dangling in just as impressive and intimidating a manner as her dick. He soaked in the sight of her. She knelt down in front of him as Jackie continued pounding away at his ass.
“I picked out these dildos,” she said. “I went with realistic looking ones because of how they can fuck with a boy’s head. Smooth plastic colored ones don’t bring out the insecurities in some guys like a long, thick, fleshy, skin-toned cock can. Make a boy take one of those and you’ve really made him your bitch. Maravilloso.”
“The girls and I talked about how we’d have our way with a boy some day,” she continued. “Someone to follow our orders, to do what we say. If it’s just him against us, we figured we could convince him to submit. I told them my ideas, like strap-ons and serving drinks. The more we talked, the more we all liked it. But finding the right boy was the hardest part. Now here you are. Show me you’re the bitch we’ve been waiting for.”
Taking her cock in one hand and his head in the other, Angela forced him onto her. He couldn’t handle her size. He coughed, gagged, choked, and spit it out. Jackie smacked his bottom. Angela forced her way into his throat again. Once more, he coughed, gagged, choked, and spit it out. Again, Jackie gave his ass a good smack. Angela took his head with both hands and slowly thrust into his mouth, telling him to concentrate on breathing through his nose. Finally, he started to take more of her, until she suddenly pulled out.
“You call that sucking cock?” She slapped his face. “I call it making me do all the work. Show me you crave my fucking cock. Show me you’re worthy of being our bitch.”
He put his mouth on her dildo and tried his hardest to choke it down as fast as he could. As he started to gag, Angela pulled out and gave him another slap. “Again,” she barked at him. He licked it and stuffed it down his throat, determined to show her he was worthy. But his other cheek got the slap next. “Again,” she demanded. He began to feel frustrated and inadequate. With every ounce of persistence, he forced her dick into his mouth, fucking his own throat with it. After a minute, she pulled out and stood back, watching him for a second. At Angela’s nod, Jackie pulled out of his ass, too. He sank to his knees, feeling like a failure.
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