The Family Feud III

Chapter Thirty-Three
“Getting Down on Friday, Partying Partying Yeah”

STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 36
Get out of jail cards: 1
WHORE: 1,3,1,0,0
JAMIE: 39
Get out of jail cards: 1
WHORE: 1,3,1,0,0

**Note to reader: This is Jamie’s journal from Friday Night detailing the events of approximately 10pm around the time she meets her date after her ‘cunt stunt’. In order to increase readability, some of the dialogue exchanged was altered to appear in a ‘narrative’ story format.

It has been a few hours since I started wearing the chastity belt my father and brother call the “Pussy Prison”. I am still processing the fact I wore basically nothing else but latex body paint and went out in front of the entire school to perform my swan song as a cheerleader. The world hasn’t ended, in fact I think I’ve been taking this experience with more calm than I should be. I would have thought I’d be hyperventilating or freaking out, but I have been so caught up in the moment I haven’t had time to freak out.

That and this ‘Pussy Prison’ is not just a distraction. I could probably think of a few other names for it like, the ‘Constant arousal belt’, because the constant grating and pinching on my clit hood is causing me to pump thick honey all over it.

I am surprised my father didn’t notice when I took it off in the parking lot to do the affirmations. I’ve been wet before, but now I am leaving slivers of wet goo all over this thing like some kind of nymphomaniac. It is going to be so embarrassing tomorrow around the house if they find out I enjoy the stimulation when they realize my body’s involuntary reaction to the pussy prison is to slather it in girl cum. I’ve been doing a good job pretending I’ve not been getting shocks of clitoral stimulation every time we hit a bump or I stumble, but once they get a good look of the shiny cream I left on the stainless steel belt they are going to know what has been happening.

I could also call it a ‘pain in my ass’, because in contrast to the heightened state of sensitivity on my clit from the piercing pulling my clit hood over the French tickler in the front, the metal plug in the back just plain hurts. It doesn’t just hurt once either, each of those metal bubs is like a fresh new invasion of my anus. Going in and going out is so humiliating. I am constantly afraid I am going to rip a fart and everyone is going to laugh or worse, accidentally shit when it finally pops out.

I wouldn’t blame them for making me stick my nose in it for an hour. The thought of involuntarily opening my bowels when I take it off is killing me. I just know it is bound to happen – wearing the plug makes me feel like I have to shit the entire time.

I told you in my journal that the piercings forcing my nipples to extend and rub against my shirt, and the one holding my clit out of my cunt was keeping me in a constant state of arousal that I couldn’t understand. The chastity belt is doubling it in ways I still can’t fully appreciate or control.

I suppose the idea is that it is supposed to do that. I have visions of some damsel locked away in her father’s tower awaiting her prince with one of these on in the middle ages. She couldn’t have sex out of wedlock, but I guess they wanted her to think devious thoughts so she would be raring to go on her wedding night.

I think it is working.

Speaking of which, I should probably explain where I am right now (besides in a constant state of heightened agony equally matched by heightened arousal and heightened nervousness).

I had just finished my “Cunt Stunt” and I was unsure whether or not I would be suspended, kicked off the squad, or just be ‘another attention whore who flashed her boobs’ at school on Monday morning. That wasn’t good because I think Dad is serious that if I get suspended I really will have to stay in the ‘dog house’ so to speak. I’ll be Rosco’s constant companion for however long the suspension lasts. I have all weekend to beat myself up wondering my fate.

They gave me affirmations and my father watched as I blew Buford to thank him for the kindness of participating in my affirmations and putting up with me in the back of the truck. I would look up every now and then at my father while I had Buford’s cock in my mouth for a sign he felt a little guilty about watching but all I saw was delight. He really seemed to enjoy me being a little cock sucker.

I always thought of him as the protective, jealous type. That is how fathers are supposed to be, or so I was always told. “I am just sitting here cleaning my gun, you go on and have a good night with my daughter.”

Instead, he slapped me on the ass when Buford came in my face, and said “If you can take a dick, you can take a joke”. He and Chris made fun of my hair, the way I talk, the bubble butt I inherited from my mom and just about any other flaw they could think of to prove the point.

They were right, naturally. I think being a cocksucker has taught me that there are much worse things than just being called names and laughed at. This is my first day at it and I’ve already sucked off seven guys and I would be expected to suck off at least three more at the party I was going too to pay back the football players who put their own reputations on the line to haul my ass out on the field.

We drove back home so that I could unload the truck while my father giddily watched his new electronics and our toys get unloaded one at a time. They took their time eating while I sucked my father off and played with Chris and Buford’s dick. They decided they had spent enough time waiting for the game to be over, they loaded me into the truck. Not before informing me of how fortunate I am for having been given more ‘cum than a cumgobbler like you deserves’.

My dad’s mood usually becomes softer after he has blown his load, but he didn’t shoot a lot of cum this time so my theory is that he was still being strict and sadistic. I am still trying to understand how men’s minds work. It is a mystery to me. There was a split second when he was in ecstasy and he held my head and hair and looked into my eyes that he truly seemed grateful. After that moment faded, he went right back to stern disciplinarian.

I still find it hard to believe I can ride in the truck basically naked and no one says anything. I know it’s dark and night time and I’ve got on body paint, but I guess I assumed I’d get caught. I just realized though that if a cop is roaming our neighborhood at night, he is looking for a jelly donut not checking the back of trucks for naked teenage ass popping up, lol.

Tonight I have been informed I will be dating Gerald. I wish it was his older brother Brad, but beggars can’t be choosy. I take that back, I would wish it was Brad if I wasn’t being dropped off still in the orange and black latex with just the chastity belt and handing over my key and clothes to my date.

I wanted to know if my Dad was going to make him a ‘key holder’ or an actual ‘handler’. I usually wait until I am spoken to but I wanted to find out before we picked up Gerald.

“Sir, is Gerald a handler or a key holder tonight?” I tried to keep my face emotionless, because if I smile then it may seem like I want him to be a key holder. If I look too miserable and worried, then it will seem like I don’t and I think sometimes my dad waits to see what is going to cause me the most distress to make his decision.

“What do you think Chris? Can Gerald handle the authority?”

“This is his third date with her, I don’t see why not.” My brother chuckled. I think I’d be bad at poker, because instead of a stone face, I was probably making a sour one.

Chris went to Gerald’s door to get him. I was very thankful they didn’t send me to the door to ask if he was home. Can you imagine what I would say? “Hello Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins, I am here at 10pm tonight in black and orange body paint to take your son to a high school party, but don’t worry, I have on a chastity belt.”

My brother made room for Gerald in the truck cab. I apologized to Buford. He seemed for the first time tonight to actually be hurt that he wasn’t offered to ride up in front.

“Gerald is much smaller than you, he has a bonier butt so he can fit in the middle, Sir.” I offered a polite explanation which Buford seemed to accept without question. I got the vibe that my Dad still didn’t seem to like Buford even though he was lovably harmless.

“That is true!” all it took to brighten Buford’s face was a few kind words and he had completely forgotten about it and put it past him. I wish I could be as forgiving and hopeful about people. I sometimes think I am getting too jaded. It seems like every guy wants to hurt, fuck or use me in some way.

I suppose they can’t be blamed for the generations of hormonal programming that tells them to dominate women and impregnate them. It is natural selection at work – and young girls with straight teeth and my figure probably send out pheromones or signals or whatever it is that activates the primal set of instructions locked away in every straight guy’s brain.

When we stopped in front of Dave Stravosky’s house I gave Buford a goodbye hug and kiss and hopped off the truck to get my final instructions. They had given Gerald the “talk” about what he could and could not do. I wish I could have heard so I would know for sure what the boundaries are. I have a general idea but I am flying by the seat of my ‘chastity belt’ on some of this and just trying to use my common sense and best judgment.

“Your date wants you to escort him to the party just the way you are. He will be holding your clothes in case he wants you to wear them. How do you feel about that, Ass Face?”

I flashed my cheesy smile in order to mask my regret at getting that nickname and that Gerald now knew what it was. He had been calling me slut, toy, play thing but now he would know I am officially called ‘Ass Face’. How long would it be until his brother Brad finds out?

“If my date wants me to attend the party like this, I will naturally obey in order to amuse him, Sir.” Everybody knew I would say that, but every time I say things like that out loud it sends a shiver up and down my spine as I realize my role in all of this is to just be an amusing and compliant submissive.

“He is your ‘Handler’ for the duration of the party and if he does a good job, then he will be one of your permanent handlers.”

I wasn’t sure if they were waiting for me to say ‘Goody, goody gum drops’. I felt like saying that just to freak them out, but I didn’t want a punishment out on the street in front of Dave’s house. “Gerald is superior to me in every way, he should make a good Supervisor for me, Sir. I am looking forward to his guidance and discipline.”

A part of my stomach just threw up inside my stomach as I said I was looking forward to discipline. It goes without saying that my nipples felt like they were on fire from the electrical impulses connecting them to my brain and my brain back to my over stimulated cunt. Gerald had some very devious, or perhaps a better word is ‘deviant’ ideas behind discipline and I really was not looking forward to his or anyone else’s. They took my cheerful demeanor at face value as I knew they would.

“Gerald can inspect you, but he can’t do it in front of everyone at the party.” Chris looked at Gerald as if he were reminding him of that fact. I had to wonder what schemes and plans they had discussed to put me through at this party while they were in the truck.

I answered ‘Yes Sir’ to my brother and they gave me my final instruction. I was to beg the guys who ran me out on the football field to let me suck their cocks tonight, as promised.

“What time should I be home, Sir?”

“You will be BROUGHT home when your date tires of the party, young lady!” My dad reinforced it wasn’t up to me to get home at a certain time. I suppose being rented out to boys has an advantage in that I don’t have my Dad breathing down my neck to try and make my date get me home by a certain time.

I suppose I am a lot like my mom in that I just want to understand the boundaries and the rules. My question wasn’t prodding him to let me have control over when we get home. It was just innocently wanting to know when we should be home. There are things in my nature that I think are more genetic than they are nurture, because I can’t seem to help but ask questions like that even when I am fairly certain I shouldn’t.

“Should we have him tie her up in Cambier Park like Mom?” Chris asked my dad casually. It shocked me to think of my mom tied up at the park. It sounded like she had it much worse than I did tonight, I really worried for her.

Then again, I’ve got a “Pussy Prison” locked around my waist, driving a bulbed metal rod up my tender asshole. I am naked with the exception of Red and White latex body paint, standing outside in the dark on someone’s lawn surrounded by my dad, my brother, my date/handler and Buford. A few late arrivals to the party noticed me and surprisingly didn’t say a word, at least not a word TO me, maybe about me after they walked past giggling.

“It’s further to walk to Cambier Park than it is to walk to our house. Gerald, have her home by 2am, okay?” my dad answered pragmatically.

“How long do I get to make out with her?” Gerald asked while rubbing his hands together like the Bond villain who just captured an intruding spy.

My Dad looked at Gerald as if he were burning a hole through Gerald’s head with heat ray vision. He didn’t seem to understand the question and Gerald repeating it verbatim hadn’t made it any clearer.

My brother interrupted and said, “I thought that was covered under the exceptions for dating our whores? You get ten minutes on the porch.”

“I thought those rules were for key holders, since I am a handler I should get more authority?”

My Dad and Chris conferred for a few moments while I waited to hear the inevitable. It was worse than I thought. They hadn’t extended it to 15 minutes playing tonsil hockey at the end of the date or even twenty.

“Fine, you can get one blowjob for every date or time you are supervising her, and as long as you don’t stick your dick in her pussy and ass, you can use your best judgment to play with her.” My Dad snorted like a King who had just awarded a tract of land to one of his vassal lords. He made his proclamation as if my mouth love was something he could just grant, which for now he can. It’s weird to be talked about like a commodity or a resource while people stand right in front of you, and by weird I mean ‘humbling’.

“If she has her chastity belt off, only inspect, don’t finger bang.” Chris warned him.

“What’s the difference between inspecting her pussy and just playing with it?” Gerald asked.

“About three minutes.” Chris laughed and patted him on the back jokingly. They were still laughing as Gerald took my hand and walked me to the party. It was just starting to sink into me that I’d be basically naked and a laughing stock as his guest.

“Oh you almost forgot something.” Chris called after me and I ran back bare tits jiggling in the night air to the curb where the truck was parked. “Here is your Arby’s cup. Hold this like you are holding a beer, and if anyone offers you something to drink, tell them you already have one. Gerald will tell you when you can dump it and refill it.”

I wanted so badly to make one of my duck faces of disapproval. That lemony, “Oh man, this is so unfair!” face they hated. I gave him a sweet smile and took the cup with a crisp “Yes Sir, thank you, it’s very thoughtful you would give me an excuse not to accept beer or liquor at a party.”

I hadn’t been to very many parties. I wouldn’t say I have anything against alcohol or smoking dope, I just hadn’t gotten around to it yet. Even though I had the social connections to go to these shindigs, I have been filling my time with cheerleading, homework and the extra-curricular, goody two shoe stuff I thought I should be doing with my time.

The last party I had attended was the one where I wrecked my mom’s car, and our lives got turned upside down. I had tasted a little beer on my hands when her and I bartended in thongs and I didn’t like it anyway. I am not sure what the appeal of beer is. It seems to make people act like children and lower their inhibitions and judgment.

On second thought, I am wearing less than I wore at the last party where I was the bartending center of attention and scorn by all my girlfriends. I could probably use a stiff one.

A stiff DRINK!

This damned chastity belt is driving me so wild, that I think every little double entendre is a dirty one. I meant a stiff drink, not a stiff cock, honestly journal I wouldn’t lie to you – hardly ever.

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My father was in a hurry to get home. He had bought all this computer stuff and all that bondage gear at the store and he was excited to play with his new toys. I could tell by that look on his face. It was the one when he was more excited to put together my Christmas present, than I was when I saw it when I was a little girl.

I wasn’t a little girl anymore, not after today.

He and Chris wasted no time driving away and leaving us two ‘love birds’ as they called us on our ‘date’.

“Wow, you smell great.” Gerald said to me as we stood in the driveway surrounded by cars of other students and the raucous party spilling out on the lawn from Dave’s house.

“Funny Sir!” I smiled at his joke, “It is the cup you are smelling.” I could be more casual with Gerald. He liked it when I was playful (most of the time).

“No, I don’t mean the stinky you took in the cup. I meant your perfume, it smells great.” He sniffed my hair.

I don’t know any women who put perfume in their hair, but I stifled my desire to be sarcastic to my date and answered, “You might be smelling shampoo Sir, but thank you for the compliment.” Like a good girl should answer her date. I assumed I probably smelled more like pussy, sweat and fear, but it was good to know I didn’t reek.

Dave’s house is like all the others in the neighborhood I live in. It is like they tell you the American Dream is supposed to look like - with the white picket fence, white wooden siding, two stories, big porch, spacious yard. Lot after lot, street after street of nearly identical little mansions, all filled with people with their own story.

I was learning that just because I think my own story is unique and has taken a deeply perverted turn, other people have their own twisted story. Tonight Hope had a meltdown in front of all the other girls and then her Dad basically rutted around like a pig for Cathy’s approval and attention.

I’ve known Hope since I was a little girl, and I would never have expected her to get involved in anything like this or just freak out and leave the dressing room without any bottoms. At least I’ve got black and orange latex clinging to my skin. She was completely bare ass when she stormed out of the room.

Her Dad used to give us ‘double whip cream banana splits with cherries on top’ when we were little at his restaurant. He’d let us climb around in the storage room and gorge ourselves on potato chips and maraschino cherries. He always seemed like such a nice, normal guy.

I suppose people would have probably thought I was nice, and normal too, so I’ve no room to judge.

I expected when we opened the door to the party that everyone would laugh at me in my latex skin-tight body paint. It didn’t leave much to the imagination and the only thing I had on was a chastity belt.

I also expected them to take one look at my date, realize he doesn’t even go to Cherry Lawn and tell him to come back when he is older, if they didn’t throw him out on his ass.

Instead, music was blasting, people were laughing while they ‘cavorted and carried on’ as Mrs. Waxerman would have described it.

Black and yellow, black and yellow

Black and yellow, black and yellow

Yeah ah ha, you know what it is

everything I do, I do it big

Yeah ah ha, screaming thats nothin

when I pulled out of the lot, thats stuntin

reppin my town when you see me you know everything

Black and yellow, black and yellow

Black and yellow, black and yellow

I put it down from my whip to my diamonds

Dancing to some booty music that I didn’t recognize along with all the other party goers was my friend Hope.

What stood her apart from the rest was that she was now completely naked and very drunk. I am sure there were some people who were already drunk, and a lot of people weren’t wearing much but no one else was naked.

I came a close second obviously and I was already getting some stares from people who could see the outline of my nipples and boobs as we walked in the door.

“You nervous, Ass Face?” it was the first time Gerald called me that. I think my reaction was the same one people have when they hear me ask permission to ‘shit’ or call my pussy a ‘cunt’. It just sounded so wrong coming from him. Chris calls him an “Ewok”, after seeing how cute and cuddly the little space teddy bears are, I can’t think of a better description for my date. That is unless you know how devious he really can be at times.

“Yes Sir, but I have an obligation to you as my date to stay like this and accept the stares and dirty looks because it amuses you.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty funny seeing you painted up naked. You look like you can’t wait for this party to be over and we just got here.”

I can only assume, even with my training as a cheerleader, there are some things I can’t as easily mask and I was already feeling every eyeball in the place turning to stare at me and look me over. It was different on the football field when they were way back in the stands. These people were far closer and up in my space and in the house under the lights I felt basically naked.

“I did the crime, so I do the time.” I whispered to myself. He asked me to explain and I told him, “I was a bad girl, and I’ve agreed to be rented out on dates, and do my time. What should we do first Sir?”

“You seem preoccupied,” he noticed I wasn’t giving him 100% of my attention rather easily. He can be needy that way. “Looking for the football jocks so you can beg to suck their cocks?” He taunted me.

“No, I was watching my friend Hope dance and wondering what was going on, Sir.” There was enough laughing and dancing around the house I suppose it is possible he hadn’t seen my friend dancing naked in the living room from the foyer of the house. He is also about a head shorter than everyone else in the room, so maybe he just couldn’t see until we got closer.

He guided me closer to her while he looked her up and down. She was tall, slender and attractive with a completely hairless pussy and I noticed the bruise and whip marks around her ass cheeks and boobs. She wasn’t acting submissive, instead she was toying with guys, pulling them close and pushing them away while she danced like the center of attention.

When Hope saw me she honked my tits and laughed, “Little Miss Perfect is getting bitch trained?”

“I guess you could say that, Ma’am.” I answered while she tried to dance with me. I looked at my date for some sign whether I should go along with it or not.

“Not me, not any more. I won’t be on Cathy’s leash, or my father’s, or my mom’s! I am out, I am done!” She wiped her mouth as she took a sip from a plastic cup. I was still holding mine and hoping I wouldn’t spill it. “Don’t call me Ma’am, I was just like you until an hour ago.”

“So why are you dancing naked?” I asked while people watched us press our flesh together and dance around. I saw a few cell phone cameras come out, but it wasn’t the worst thing I had been photographed doing.

“Because I can! Ha-hah, I can do anything I want, and I chose to do this. It’s very freeing!!” she whirled around with me in her arms. We weren’t the only ones dancing, but we were definitely the only girls dancing like that.

“You’ve been drinking, maybe you should go lay down, and then in the morning think about this with a straight head.”

“Oh, Miss Priss wants to tell me what to do? The belle of the ball, has some advice for moi?” she pushed me hard in the chest.

“No, I am not trying to tell you how to live. I am just suggesting as a friend…” she slapped my face hard. I might have even winced if it wasn’t for the fact I had been enduring slaps twice that hard all week.

“You are no friend! You like being a slut and a slave, you want me to be just like you! Now that Princess Jamie Taylor is doing it, everyone else wants to be one too.”

I didn’t know where this was coming from. “Please, just settle down, you aren’t yourself” I rubbed my face even though it wasn’t the hardest stinger it still smarted.

“Fuck you, cunt. I am not taking orders from anyone!” she was about to swing on me again when Dave Stravosky grabbed her by the arms and stopped her.

“Whoa Nellie, don’t break my parents dining room table.” As big as he was he had no problem restraining Hope.

“Fuck you, you faggot.” She kicked and shook her head to try to head butt him while he held him in front of her.

Dave got really angry and carted her off. She was screaming how Dave must be gay because he didn’t like sex with girls.

I was surprised that once he removed her from the living room, partying resumed as if the entire spectacle had never happened. Guys were still ogling me and girls were giving me the stink eye, but it was as if the incident never happened.

Gerald asked “So now that you are doing it, other girls want in on this too, huh?” with a smile.

“I don’t know what that was about, Sir.” I admitted I had no idea what she meant or why anyone would want to be treated this way. He escorted me around the party and made small talk while people stared at my tits.

A few people congratulated me on my skit during half-time and asked me if I was suspended. I told them the truth that I didn’t know. If doing the skit was intended to end my popularity at school with a bang, so far I hadn’t met anyone who didn’t know my name at the party so maybe it was having the opposite effect.

I was getting pinched on the butt and people were ‘accidentally’ bumping into me, but I think that may have happened whether I was painted or not. I did feel like I had a big target painted on me that read ‘please come and molest me’ but I think even without my boobs jiggling around guys would do that.

Girls on the other hand, even the ones who I thought were my friends would look at me with disgust. I tried to give them an innocent shrug so they could understand I wasn’t doing this because I wanted too. They weren’t picking up on my body language or maybe they just didn’t want too. I was glad I couldn’t hear what they were saying about me behind my back.

I almost took a drink out of my dirty Arby’s cup by accident with all the people laughing and drinking at the party it’s hard not to imitate what I see.

“So how do you want to offer your lips to your football heroes?” it was obvious to me that Gerald felt that I had it in his head that acting jealous and insecure was attractive.

“Why do you think I can’t wait to suck off Dave and his friends, Sir?” I asked him. He was sitting on the couch and I was standing next to him bending down so he could hear me.

“Your brother told me since you started doing blowjobs you’ve been cock crazy”.

That was a strange thing for Chris to say. I haven’t even sucked him off yet. I suppose he saw how hard I tried to get Dad off a second time tonight and appreciated the effort I put into it.

“How many cocks have you sucked today?”

“How many times have I given a blowjob, or how many people, Sir?” I asked to clarify. I could be anal retentive about details for no reason some times. I guess that is another of my shortcomings I’ll have to mention next affirmation when it comes up.

“There is a difference?” he asked in disbelief.

“Well, I gave eight blowjobs, but two of them were to my father, Sir, so that is seven people.”

“Wow, very accurate count, do you charge by the dick or the minute?” he laughed.

“I don’t keep any of the money my brother charges, you know that Sir.” I told him deflecting his sarcastic barb and trying to appear demure and humble.

He still seemed to suspect that maybe I was in league with my brother and I was secretly keeping half of the money that he paid. I tried to explain that if I was doing this for money I would keep 100% of it, but he just shushed me and tried to tell me the ‘rules of the pimp game’ as if he had any first-hand experience with outside of an HBO Documentary on the subject.

“I’ll finally suck your cock tonight, Sir.” He just looked at me as if I shouldn’t be so sure of myself so I added “if you want me to that is.” He had been after me to let him go further than that on our first date. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to allow so I had told him no. I guess I can be a ‘Pollyanna Purebread’ type, it’s hard-wired into how I was brought up. It was all I could do not to cover my breasts and cup them with my hands.

“Yeah, I am just debating if I want you to do it before you do them, or after.” He mused pointing in the direction of some football players in the kitchen.

Before I could answer, Hope came running down the stairs of Dave’s house (completely naked of course) yelling “Free Lays!!”

“I suppose she isn’t giving out potato chips,” I’ll give Gerald credit for one thing, he is as quick witted as my brother when it comes to his jokes.

“No, I don’t suppose she is Sir” I could only watch helplessly as my friend self-destructed in a much bigger way than I had. Her make-up was smeared, her hair was fucked up and she was leading two guys upstairs telling them “Show me how you put it in me!”

The other kids at the party mostly jeered and laughed at the spectacle, but a drunk slut wasn’t enough to stop the music or the party. This was just another Friday night of drinking, sex and partying for many of them. I am not saying no one was shocked, but not as shocked as I would have thought they would be over a naked girl acting the fool at a party.

There was more to her cries to be fucked hard than just a desire for sex. I thought perhaps she was trying to make Dave jealous but if she was trying, it wasn’t’ working. He was laughing in the kitchen and playing a drinking game with ping pong balls with his friends.

I assumed it also had to do with the fact that whatever her living situation at home, she was rebelling and that has been universal to teenagers long before my generation was ever a twinkle in someone’s eye. If she really was in training like me, for whatever reason she didn’t seem to be now.

I began to realize that Cathy Griffin was missing from the party. I wasn’t’ sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. If she was there I would know what she is up to her, but when she is not around, that means she is probably up to something.

“The three guys I am supposed to blow are in the kitchen, if you want me to go beg them to let me suck their dicks I will, or if you’d rather I give you one first I will, Sir.” I could tell he already knew that but I added “I have to ask them before I go home, or else I’ll get punished though.”

“Why would I care if a snot like you gets punished?” he laughed callously.

“That’s true, you’d probably enjoy me getting punished.” I thought for the dozenth time about the punishment card I had drawn that was going to send me to Mrs. Waxerman’s house to mow her lawn and whether or not I would ask for an enema once I get there. I wish they would have just punished me right away instead of making me wait and think about it all night. “If you want to remain my handler Sir, I guess I would tell them you didn’t give me a chance to follow their orders, and they may rethink that.”

“You always get your way, don’t you?” he sounded angry with me. I couldn’t believe he thought ‘my way’ was insisting on sucking off three guys. I guess in retrospect that is exactly what I was doing, but it was because I had promised in order to do the ‘cunt stunt’. No good deed goes unpunished, I suppose.

He didn’t order me to go beg to suck their cocks. That would have been easier to justify in my mind. My mean, sadistic date was telling me to do it and what choice did innocent Jamie have but to comply?

Instead, he was begrudgingly letting me go beg to suck their cocks, which made me feel like the girl at the party with her tits out whose pussy is on fire from the French tickler she wears everywhere rubbing against her raw, wet slit who ‘gets her way’ and is allowed to beg for dick.

If Gerald wants to be a handler he wasn’t getting off to a good start in my opinion. Dad and Chris have a way of inspiring me through affirmations and the way they do things to keep at it. If this makes sense, Gerald was making me feel like shit but not in a good way.

He could have just ordered me, told me why I had to keep my promises and that probably would have perked me right up to keep on plugging along like the Energizer bunny. Instead I walked into the kitchen with shoulders and head down, trying to work myself up into the positive energy that I’d need to do this without being ordered to do it. I thought back on the fact my father had ordered me to do it even though Gerald had just made me feel like a greedy dick pig, I could rationalize in my mind I was doing this completely degrading thing because I am under orders. That was much better, I could put on a happy face.

“Hi Sir, I wanted to thank you for carrying me out on the field during half time!” I told Dave with a big goofy grin on my face.

“Yeah, the coach reamed me a new one over it.” Callously dismissing my good natured attempt to break the ice.

I wanted to make a joke that I really DID know how he felt considering I was being reamed by my butt plug right now. I decided better of it and stuck with “I am so sorry about that, Sir. I am ready to keep my end of the deal though?”

“Okay, and that is?” as the host of the party and a naturally big guy with a loud voice, everyone in the kitchen had their attention on us. There were about a dozen or so students, some of whom I recognized and some I didn’t either playing the drinking game or just hanging out and they were now listening to us like E.F. Hutton just spoke.

“You told me I had to suck your cock for helping take me on stage. I am here to make good on the bargain, Sir.” I explained with surprise he seemed to have forgotten, even though it was his idea in the first place.

“Oh yeah” He smirked as if it had slipped his mind. I want to believe he was toying with me and that I really wasn’t that inconsequential that he hadn’t remembered. “When you say it like I insisted on it though, that turns me off.” He looked at my tits quivering and bouncing up and down and not in my eyes as he added “If you really want to suck our cocks, you’ll have to beg.”

Damn him, I suck at begging. Well, suck is an interesting choice of words, I guess I suck while begging too! 

Dave, Noah and Thad were all grins from ear to ear as I am sure I turned beet red. There were some grins from the other guys in the kitchen, but the girls were staring ice daggers into my heart. In a strange way, the reaction of the girls gave me courage to continue. It was as if rejecting what I SHOULD be doing was liberating.

I dropped to my knees on the cold tile floor and begged with my hands in front of me like puppy paws as I had done for Chris many times this past week. “Please Sir, may I suck your dicks for carrying me out during the half time show so I could prance around and do my dance, I am begging, I really want too.” I was hoping I looked convincing and not completely desperate. I parted my lips slightly and gave them a seductive lick.

“With sugar on top?” Dave asked sadistically. If he wasn’t a jock, I would say he can be just as nerdy as some of Chris’s friends.

“Yes Sir, pretty please with sugar on top.” I nodded in agreement whole heartedly.

“You fellas convinced?” he asked his friends.

I couldn’t believe they could have an almost naked girl on the floor begging to suck their dicks and toy with me like that. They nodded they weren’t convinced and I stifled the urge to pout or sigh, but I would be lying if I managed to keep a completely happy face when they laughed at my pathetic groveling.

“How bad do you want it?” Dave taunted me with his question.

“So bad, I’d suck every cock in the room to get to yours, Sir?” I couldn’t believe I had just offered to suck that many dicks. There had to be at least twenty or thirty guys inside the party and more on the way.

“Could that be just because you are a slut who enjoys sucking dick?” Dave asked. His questions were reminding me of Chris’s affirmations and in their own way they were comforting me through this ordeal.

I don’t know how to explain what I was feeling. It is possible it was just the constant clitoral stimulation of the piercing and the chastity belt, along with the cool air down on the floor as it caressed my body and the adrenalin from being judged by my peers. Whatever it was, I was getting turned on by Dave’s take charge attitude, powerful sounding voice, and the way he put the questions to me.

Some guys in high school look like full grown men, and Dave was one of those guys. That is in stark contrast to a young bean pole like Gerald who is clever but not particularly commanding or confident. He lacks that swagger that Dave has. I know Dave is a self-centered jerk, but something about him had me hypnotized.

I must have tuned out his question because he asked me a second time. “Why haven’t you put on a shirt? Games over cheerleader. That is if you are even still a cheerleader after your little stunt tonight.”

“I um, got dropped off this way.” I stumbled with my answer. I hate it when my voice goes up at the end of my sentences as if I am asking a question. I have been trying to stop that and usually getting punished by Chris has done the trick, but when I am nervous or confused it comes right back out again. Dave looked at me skeptically so I added “My date prefers me like this, Sir.”

“You are dating someone?” he asked as if he couldn’t believe a slut like me would have a steady boyfriend.
“I can’t believe a slut like you has a steady boyfriend” he said to confirm that is what he meant.

“He isn’t a steady boyfriend Sir, just someone my brother wanted me to go out with.” I indicated Gerald who was standing innocuously in the background like a puppet master watching this charade.

“This pipsqueak?” Dave looked at him with disgust as if noticing a foul odor. “Does he have a big dick or something?”

“I don’t know yet, Sir. I’ll find out tonight, I guess.” I answered honestly with a hint of ironic humor to ease the tension.

“You don’t mind if your date sucks our big dicks do you, little man?” Dave asked him with the same derisive tone he had used with me.

“Not at all, I’d love to watch.” Gerald’s squeaky voice sounded so out of place around the big footballers and it came out kind of weasally.

“What are you, a gay bait?” Dave challenged him.

“What is a gay bait?” Gerald’s answer came across as he was trying to be witty, which would have prompted a similar reply from my brother. Dave just knotted his brow and shook his head in disgust. He started to un buckle his pants right in the kitchen in front of everyone.

This was the moment I was dreading when the popular kids from school watch me gobble dick. I closed my eyes and steeled myself for what would happen next then I heard him laugh.

“You look scared.” He put his finger under my chin and lifted my head. I looked directly into his face as I opened my eyes as he added “It isn’t that easy. I am not about to whip out my pecker right here in front of everyone. That would be total faggotry.”

“Do you want to take me upstairs, Sir?” I tried being helpful.

“You haven’t earned the right to suck this dick yet, what are you going to do to liven up the party, and then maybe I’ll let you taste this man nectar.” He was so cock-sure of himself that I think the term ‘cock-sure’ was perfectly apt for a situation in which you knew a girl was desperate to suck your dick and get it over with.

“I could dance on your kitchen table, Sir.” I smiled

“You guys want to see that?” he asked to mixed reactions. I was not sure if I should be proud so many guys seemed to want me to dance, but there were enough jeers and negative reactions that It drowned them out. That was mostly coming from other girls who weren’t happy I was being an attention whore and monopolizing the party. I don’t blame them, if I wasn’t knee-deep in this punishment I would never have had any empathy for a girl down on her knees making a fool of herself at a party.

“Seems like everyone already saw you dance.” Dave decided dismissively. “What is this thing you got on your waist, anyway?”

“It is a chastity belt, Sir.” I answered without hesitation.

“What the fuck is it for?”

Even with my own limited knowledge of history and culture, I knew what one was. I was shocked he had never heard of it. “It’s like the Knights used to use when they went on a crusade, they’d put their wives in it until they got home to keep them from getting with someone while they were gone.”

His brow furrowed as he tried to process what I told him. “Why do you wear it, Your old man afraid you’ll fuck everyone you see?”

He was right that my dad had chosen it for me, but not exactly that reason. I was desperately thinking of ways to answer his questions truthfully that he would understand. I was also violating the ‘affirmation’ principles I had learned by trying to generalize and speak in euphemisms. I wasn’t technically in an affirmation and I think instincts kicked in around so many of the peers from my school who used to think I was such a goody-two shoes.

“Yes Sir” I answered even though that wasn’t the real reason. He seemed to want to validate his own theory which seemed easier than explaining the complicated world I was now living in to him and everyone at the party who wandered into the kitchen.

I should say that music was playing loud enough that not everyone was staring at me and listening to me intently but at least a dozen people were at any given time.

“You didn’t have it on today at school, when we saw you in the bathroom.” Dave asked skeptically. He had left out the part where he and his friends peed all over me, and I wasn’t about to bring that up.

“Yes Sir, my dad just bought it for me tonight.”

“How do you pee with that thing on?” his friend Thad asked mockingly.

I wordlessly pointed to the small air holes that seemed to act like a cheese grater on my exposed pussy lips. I could feel everyone looking at me kneeling on the floor like a heavy weight on my shoulders. I could see how Hope had cracked if she were under the same kind of arrangement I was. The adrenalin rush from humiliation only lasts so long before you are left with this dreadful feeling of remorse and embarrassment and right now I was feeling about as much of it as possible.

“Unless she has to poop, then I get to unlock it!” Gerald offered gleefully.

Just when I thought I couldn’t feel any lower, he had to go and say something like that. Everyone started to laugh, in part because I think I almost cried when he said it. I just looked at the floor while the popular kids giggled at my discomfort.

When the laughter died down “It’s locked on?” Dave still wasn’t getting it.

“Yes, but I can unlock it!” Gerald answered cheerfully

“I don’t get it. If the Chastity belt is to keep you from fucking her, then why give you the key?” I could almost hear the grinding gears inside Dave’s head as he tried to make sense of that one.

“I can only take it off for certain things.” Gerald answered.

“Like?”

“Well, so she can go poop, or inspections.” Gerald answered as if that should have been obvious.

“An inspection?” Dave was still confused.

“Yes, I guess after she poops, to make sure she wiped.” Gerald answered. He was less confident this time, he hadn’t given me an inspection but apparently he and Chris had talked about it quite a bit.

“So give her an inspection!” Dave had gone from sounding like he thought Gerald was a little twerp to sounding like his best friend.

“Can’t.” Gerald explained “Her dad says I can’t inspect her in front of others.” My dad had been very explicit about that. I assume because he didn’t want me totally naked at the party, and he felt topless with latex was bad enough.

“Did he say anything about me not inspecting her in front of others?” Dave’s friendly tone had become sinister.

“Well, yes, only a key holder is supposed to do it.” Gerald was intimidated and his body language showed it.

Dave could have easily snatched the key right out of his hand, and ground him to dust in the kitchen. Instead, he looked curiously at him and then back at me. “You let this little twerp hold the key that unlocks your belt?”

My throat was raspy, I was stifling a tear when I said very sincerely “Well, I don’t have any pockets, Sir”

It must have been the tension breaker that was needed because Dave found that hilarious and when he laughed everyone else did too. I even smiled too at the reaction my unintentional joke received. My mom and I had been doing ‘gallows humor’ about our situation all week, I suppose in retrospect it was kind of funny.

“No, I don’t suppose you do have any pockets.” Dave seemed to be starting to process my situation but he still didn’t grasp how little control I really had over it. “Tell him to inspect you, I want to see this.”

“I can’t tell him what to do, Sir” I said choosing my words very gingerly. “I can only politely ask him.”

“Okay, whatever. Ask him then.” Dave was getting impatient and didn’t see the subtle distinction between telling and asking and I wasn’t about to offer up a lecture.

“Please Sir, would you mind demonstrating an inspection for Dave and his friends?” I turned to Gerald and asked as submissive and demurely as I could. I fluttered my eyes and saw him swoon just a little. It was good to feel a little power over small things, when you have no power over the big ones. Gerald’s hormones were giving me just a tiny bit of control over him and I wasn’t going to complain.

“Your Dad said no one else can watch, Sorry” Gerald was being a stickler. I thought I had convinced him the way he stared dreamily into my eyes, but he managed to resist my charms.

“Well, I guess you don’t want to suck our dicks bad enough then, look I am bored of this. I think I’ll go upstairs and check on Hope.” Dave started to walk off.

“Wait Sir, Please? I really need to suck your dick tonight or I’ll be punished.”

“Punished how?” he turned on his heel to ask.

“I don’t know Sir, but I made a deal with you and I am a good little cocksucker, please let me pleasure your cock.” I blurted out without thinking.

“Punished by him?” Dave glanced at Gerald in disbelief.

“No Sir, my father and uh, brother.”

He winced when I mentioned my brother but didn’t address it. Instead he asked “So why do you do what that little faggot says?” and motioned to Gerald “If he can’t do nothing to you?”. Chris and my dad have asked me similar questions but I assume they already know the answer and just want to hear it from me. Dave was simply confused and it was frustrating me. I didn’t want to tell all the sordid details to everyone in the room, and I felt like it would only confuse him more if I did. I guess I could justify not being explicit in my responses because Dad did say I need to consider my audience, and Dave just isn’t the brightest bulb in the box.

“I do whatever he says within reason, because I was told to, Sir.”

“Bullshit, you do whatever HE says?” He pointed at Gerald as if he still couldn’t believe it, even though I said it.

Affirmation training has also taught me to be patient and answer the same question different ways. I didn’t sigh or anything, Chris would be very proud when I said “Yes Sir, he is my date.”

“So what if I wanted you to be MY date?”

“I already have a date for tonight, but you could talk to my brother about it, Sir.” At the time I was thinking Dave might be an interesting date if he could understand the rules. Okay, I guess it’s time to admit I was falling for the whole big dumb bad-boy routine. This is after all my journal and no one else but me is reading it after all. I hate to be one of those shallow girls who likes bad boys, but I can see why they do. It is kind of primal, an urging in my nature.

“Talk to Chris Taylor? The only thing I’d talk to that fat-ass about is a jelly donut.” He and his buddies laughed the loudest at that one.

I wanted so much to stand up, put my hands on my hips and demand he take that back. It was one thing to put me down but I had a growing respect for my brother. I hadn’t stood up for him in the past when my friends made fun of him and I was beating myself up daily over that. Then again, I was not in much of a position to stand up to anyone given I wasn’t even wearing a shirt and I was still kneeling.

To my shame, I said nothing at all to defend my brother. I just looked at the tile.

“Tell you what, take off the little harness thingy, and come find me. I am getting bored of this and I want to check on some things. If you come to me correct, I may just let you suck our cocks.” He left to go upstairs and I swore I could even hear Thad expressing disbelief he turned me down. I can’t say that didn’t at least give me a strange burst of awkward pride again -At least I wasn’t disgusting to him.

When Dave and his entourage of friends left the kitchen it was like a vacuum had sucked all the interest out of watching me. People began to mill around and it seemed like the music was louder than it had been. That may just have been the fact that Dave is such an obnoxious loud mouth the volume seems lower by comparison.

“Sir, may I stop kneeling?” I begged Gerald.

“Sure, I guess so.” He sounded dejected.

“What is the matter, Sir?”

Gerald gave me a short litany on the troubles and tribulations of being a geek, and how he didn’t get respect from other kids or his parents. It was hard to empathize about lack of respect considering all I had on were heels, a cat collar and a chastity belt. I tried anyway and stifled the desire to compare his situation to my own out loud. If I get kicked out of school next week, I may spend my days out in the yard until mom comes home. I know it’s selfish and self-centered to not really pay attention, but he has a choice, he could probably change from being a geek.

Well that isn’t entirely true. He can’t suddenly just be Dave Stravosky and say “Come at me, Bro” like some kind of square jawed jock. He is who he is, but I can’t help but think about that thing Mom and Dad always talk about when they say things like “Wendy is responsible for the things Wendy does.” It seemed like Gerald wasn’t taking responsibility for himself. He always blamed everyone else for reacting to what he does.

I kept the observation to myself as he finished his whining by saying I should have stood up for Chris and him when they made fun of him.

“Sir, I am your date. I am supposed to be polite and demure. Believe me, I wanted to say some things to him, but if I were to bitch at Dave for what he said you may tell my Dad to punish me.”

“Have I ever told your Dad to punish you after one of our dates?”

“Well we haven’t had very many, but as I recall, you did tell Chris I wouldn’t let you inspect me, and that I was rude and he did punish me.”

“Oh ouch, okay you got me on that one. That was petty of me. You weren’t rude, I was just mad you wouldn’t let me get to first base. How bad did you get it?” He asked as we made our way around the party.

I wasn’t sure if he even knew what first base was, but it wasn’t fingering my pussy which is what he wanted to do that night. “After he had me apologize to you for being a first class ass and promise to never do it again and I licked your feet, he had me draw a punishment card.” I noticed he was smiling and his dick was getting hard through his corduroys. Who wears corduroys these days?

“You like hearing about how I got punished, Sir?” I asked him skeptically.

“Why wouldn’t I? A lot of people would pay money to read a story about your life I bet.”

“Oh C’mon, why would anyone spend their time reading about how a cheerleader fell from grace and had to get disciplined by her dad and brother and go on dates with guys she barely knows?”

He seemed taken aback by my admission I barely knew him.

“I mean, I am getting to know you better Sir.” I apologized.

He acted like it hadn’t bothered him “Tell me how you got punished, before my erection dies down.”

He was blunt I’ll give him that. “Well it’s kind of gross.” Usually when someone warns you that the story is kind of gross the appropriate reaction is not to nod your head vigorously in encouragement but that is what he did. “My brother tied dental floss around my nipples very tightly, then he ran string through my piercing in my clit until he had enough strings to make a sort of guitar. Then he had me stick out my tongue and used some old chopsticks we had from take out dinner to splint my tongue so I couldn’t put it back in my mouth. It felt sort of the way the piercing in my cunt feels, always outstretched.” I stopped telling the story for a moment.

“Then what?” He asked excitedly. I don’t know what turned him on by my punishment, I would think anyone who isn’t totally perverted would be shocked and horrified not aroused. Then again who knows, maybe someone is reading my journal without my knowledge and playing with themselves right now to my pain? ;-X

“Well, he put a kazoo in my butthole, Sir.” I said plainly.

“What?”

He had heard me, but I knew I had to repeat it.

“He wanted me to be a marching band, so for 15 minutes I marched in place, playing my strings, trying to blow my horn out of my asshole, and clapping two ‘cymbals’ while he videotaped it. ‘Siss Siss boom, Siss Siss Boom-de-ay!’ I pantomimed the exaggerated high step I had to do while I stuck out my tongue in order to illustrate how silly I must have sounded spitting as I tried to sing the tune to go along with the rest of the music I was trying to play. “When it was done, I was given an affirmation and sent to bed like that.”

“Wow, that is fucking hilarious!”

I smirked, I guess in retrospect the mental image of that is probably pretty funny.

“What are we going to do about Dave, Sir?” I changed the subject since we were both smiling and talking casually.

“Nothing I guess, I mean I am not supposed to take off your chastity belt. I guess you better learn to do the Washington Post.” He giggled.

“The newspaper, Sir?” I was confused.

“No, John Phillips Sousa, you know…isn’t that the song he had you doing with your mouth?”

“I actually don’t know sir, I am not in band.” I admitted.

“Tell you what” he offered and I beamed with interest. “I did you wrong by getting you punished earlier in the week. If you want, I will unlock your chastity belt just this once and not tell your brother or dad.”

“Really?” I suddenly felt so naughty as if I were a rule breaker for even considering this offer. If I had stopped to think about it I would have realized I was HAPPY that someone was willing to unlock my chastity belt, so that I could get naked in front of a bunch of some guys so they would allow me to suck their cocks.

Hindsight is always 20/20, but at the time all I was thinking was this was a way to make everyone happy. I could satisfy what Dave wanted and my Dad and Chris (and avoid punishment).

I thanked him and we sought out Dave and his friends. It wasn’t too hard to find him, wherever he is there seems to be the center of the party anyway. He was out on the pool deck standing with several others. I could over hear him explaining why he gets to throw this party in the first place.

“I caught my Dad and his new wife in the hot tub, and he is going through a messy divorce, so he kinda agreed to let me throw it.”

“Didn’t you throw a party last weekend though?”

“Yeah, I pretty much catch them every week.” He answered without missing a beat. I wasn’t sure if he was joking but everyone was laughing when we walked up.

“Okay, it’s Mrs Tits and gayboy the super duo.” David was a little meaner than the last time we had talked to him. I could see he was pounding beers. I don’t really know what makes people ‘mean drunks’ but I’ve heard alcohol reduces your inhibitions and makes you act a little more like how you really are when you let down your guard.

I have to wonder if I’d be a goody two-shoes or a wanton whore, if I were drunk. I was still carrying my Arby’s cup though and hadn’t touched a beer since I got there.

“You still want her to unlock the chastity belt?”

“Sure gay boy, unlock it ferr me.” He slurred his words slightly, but he didn’t seem very drunk.

Gerald to his credit, after what had probably been a lifetime of dealing with bullies like Dave took it in stride and came behind me with the key and began unlocking it without saying a word back.

“Whoa!! You don’t have paint underneath it?” He asked as my pale naked form emerged in the moonlight of his father’s pool deck and the chastity belt slid down. I helped Gerald remove it, taking extra care to absorb the shock from each of those metal balls on the end of the metal plug in my ass.

I couldn’t answer him because I was writhing in ecstacy. The combination of the release of pressure on my asshole and the tension on my clit as well as the sudden realization I was now for all intents and purposes totally nude had sent a shiver of orgasmic pleasure in sudden shock waves throughout my body and it clouded my mind. I couldn’t help myself, I was fingering my pussy without thinking.

When I finally caught my breath I was able to say “No Sir, the latex was just to cover me up for my stunt tonight.”

Can you imagine a fourteen year old teeny bopper girl eating her favorite chocolate with Justin Beiber on a Unicorn inside of a rainbow while she won on American Idol? That is about the level of joy I was feeling and I didn’t know why. I mean I know, my pussy was releasing pain and pleasure signals to my brain the same as heroin, which I am told is very addictive for that reason.

“May I PLEASE suck your cocks, right here?” I fell to my knees and I really meant it this time. I wanted a dick in me, and I wasn’t too particular if it was just my mouth. I was feeling mega-lust, and I was caught up in the moment.

“Oh no sweet-cheeks, that’s not how it works. That was just the first test.” Dave waggled his finger at me as if talking to a baby. “You REALLY want to suck our cocks?”

“Yes Sir, I do!!!” I wanted him to fuck me, to rape me, to do everything to me, but I at least managed to keep that thought to myself. I didn’t care what anyone else was thinking, I was horny!

“Then here take this sharpie and write on your whore ass, “Sniff My butthole”.

I didn’t think to question what he might have a sharpie for. The tattoo covered most of my ass cheeks but there was still room to write something. I didn’t say anything about those thoughts that were bouncing around in my head about this new requirement.

Instead, I just said “I can’t Sir, if my Dad finds out I took off my chastity belt I’ll really get punished. Please, Something else?” my voice was different, my pulse was racing and I could sense that the urgency in my voice was what begging was supposed to sound like.

It had worked because Dave agreed to let me write it on a small sheet of paper. I should mention that it was completely lost on me what he intended or how that hadn’t been much of a victory.

“You can hold your ass apart with this sign on your back in my living room. If you act like a good little party favor, not only will I let you suck my dick, but I’ll invite you, and your little friend Reginald to my next party.”

“Gerald” Gerald corrected.

“Your new name is Reginald, do you have a problem with that Gerald?” Dave could be funny when he was drunk as well and I have to admit that was kind of cute. I stifled a laugh as we walked into the living room.

“Please Sir, don’t lose the chastity belt.” I confided in Gerald (who was now answering to Reginald, at least to Dave).

The room seemed to pause to laugh at my nudity. I guess having the latex body paint gave the illusion of clothes, but now there was no mistaken that bald beaver had entered the room. I got on the floor near his plasma screen on all fours and they set a large bowl of nachos and cheese deep on my back with the note.

I held my ass cheeks apart, with the paper sign that I had written “SNIFF MY BUTTHOLE!” and a winky cat face ;-X (the last part had been my idea).

It occurred to me the first time I heard my classmates laughing and standing over me that they were taking photos, and photos could get back to my dad. I would be up shit’s creek without a paddle if he found out about this. It was too late now though to change my mind.

Only a few guys took me up on the sign’s offer, bending down low to sniff the aroma of what was probably a very sweaty ass - admittedly, a cheerleader’s ass, but what do you think comes out of there, honey?

I was used more as a place to set cold beers or for people to grab nachos. At least once someone joked that they would dip the nacho between my ass cheeks, but I think with others watching they were afraid to be that forward with me. I didn’t flinch or cry, I wanted too.

I stayed like furniture just waiting for the chance to suck off these football players and end this hard chapter of my life. A chapter that seemed to go on forever and ever with no end in sight.

A chapter of torment, one where I was the laughing stock and no one was standing up to my rescue.

After an hour (or what felt like an hour) Gerald prodded me and told me I could get up. “Dave fell asleep”

“What? I should probably stay here in case he wakes up” I said. I had grown used to being on the floor underneath everyone’s feet. I had tuned out the music and the noise and the laughter, and had sort of gone into my ‘happy place’ where I was one with my thoughts.

“No, he is out. You can go up and see him.” He held up the chastity belt as he took the nachos off my back. I felt like a horse being unsaddled. It wasn’t actually a relief though, I had grown used to the burden.

“Can I keep off the belt until after we check on him Sir?” I didn’t want to remain naked, but at the same time trying to get harnessed with that anal plug was probably going to be more embarrassing. In my wildest dreams I would never have imagined having to pick being naked at a party because the alternative is worse. He took me upstairs and there was Dave with Thad and Noah passed out on top of Hope in his father’s bed.

“Wow, a three-way” I gasped as I stared at the snoring students.

“Technically, that would have been a four-way, but somehow I don’t think it went like that” Gerald pointed out how Noah and Dave were laying on top of each other, their cocks touching. He took a picture with his cell phone “Call me Reginald will you!” laughing.

“I don’t think Dave is gay, Sir” I whispered to him.

“Think about it, He wouldn’t let you suck his cock, he plays football, why else is he so free with the gay comments?”

I shuddered at the idea “May I at least suck your cock, Sir?”

I didn’t have to ask him twice. He led me into another room and unzipped his package which was the largest I had seen to date. He showed me how his long fingers could probe me as well and I didn’t say anything to him about taking the extra liberties. I wouldn’t have said anything if he fucked me with his giant cock. Well I may have said “Oh, Oh! Oh My GAWD!!” but he didn’t try and I didn’t beg.

Instead, I let him explore me, play with my ass and pussy, and taste me on his fingers, while we made out on a bed in Dave Stravosky’s house. I touched him back, playing with his cock and cupping his balls before wetting my lips and sucking his dick. This would be seven in one day, and that’s my first day ever sucking dicks.

He lasted a long time before he finally unloaded his warm semen into my mouth and I gobbled it all dutifully. “You are even better than your mom”

“Thank you Sir” I don’t want to sound like a total bitch, but I was proud of that compliment. I know that is kind of mean to my mom, but he said it, I didn’t. We laid tangled together for a few minutes while he caught his breath before an old man’s voice came out of the darkness right next to us.

“Are you two finished?”

I don’t know who he was, probably Dave’s Grandfather but we got the hell out of there before we could answer him and ran down the stairs to finish out the party.