The Family Feud IV

Chapter Forty One
Jamie’s Journal: Is there another word for synonym?

**Note to reader: This is an excerpt of Jamie’s journal from Thursday approximately 11 am from her perspective. The events take place as Jamie is naked outside of the motel after stepping out of Doris’s cabana. In order to increase readability, some of the dialogue exchanged was altered to appear in a ‘narrative’ story format.

CASH EARNINGS THURSDAY

WENDY: $0 WEIGHTS: 0
JAMIE: $50 WEIGHTS: 0

It had just occurred to me I had allowed a young boy I didn’t know to shove a broom handle up my ass and I had willingly pulled my ass cheeks apart to let him do it. I was too busy trying to think of a way to moo my permission to him while begging like an eager puppy to really process the reality of this decision.

Once Tiontay jammed it hard into my asshole without waiting for my hole to relax and wrap itself around the tip of the broom handle the reality of that decision had started to hit me. I think I was caught up in pretending to be a cow –anyone but myself that I had failed to register how completely over the top this must seem to anyone who might be watching.

As fate would have it – someone WAS watching.

“Hidey Ho, My favorite ho,” the gruff yet oddly cheerful voice of my brother’s friend Peter was my first warning and I quickly turned my head to look at the short little man walking out from behind our motel.

It was broad daylight and I am sorry – I try to be nice but the person with him looked like one of the homeliest prostitutes I had ever seen. I knew she was a hooker because she was dressed in the same kind of heels and short skirts my brother had made me wear for the last few weeks.

He bent down to look under my chest while I remained on all fours in the dirt outside of Doris’s little cabana while surrounded by her many mixed-race kids. I don’t want to sound racist but other than the three eldest of them I can’t tell if they are Hispanic, black or what.

“I like you down on all fours like that,” a twisted grin spread across his face. “That way you are lower than me,” despite Peter’s short size his head was that of a big man - I would say about the same size as Mr. Dragovich.

“Thank you sir,” I replied sheepishly to which I received a jab from the boy still trying to work the broom pole up my ass.

“Hey, you ‘posed to be a cow,” Tiontay demanded as if he were being ripped off by my lack of commitment to the pretend role I had been playing.

“Oh Sorry Sir, Moooooooooooooo” I squeaked apologetically while he tried in vain to stab the broom handle up my rectum. Everyone had a good laugh at how pathetic I must have sounded, even the homely prostitute by Peter’s side.

“Shut up, you want to be down there with this lovely little piece of ass?” Peter’s tone returned to his angry gruff tough guy voice as he scolded the woman at his side.

“No sir” that was no woman’s voice coming out of the prostitute – that was the unmistakable sound of Jerry Cooper in drag. The man we had humiliated the day before when my mom and Chris tied him to a dumpster and left him. I hadn’t known exactly what he had done wrong until it had become clear he had taken part in my mother losing her job.

Jerry had a complacent sad sack quality – the kind that made it hard to see the good in him. I like to look for the positive things in everyone but with Jerry it is just hard. I’ve dated a lot of nerdy boys – including Jerry’s son since I started this training and many of them have that same ‘woe is me’ quality that really turns me off, the lack of confidence and worthiness – like I would be too good for them.

Naturally, I HAD been ‘too good for them’ until my brother started renting me out. It wasn’t that I had been stuck up – at least I hadn’t seen it that way. It was that I had been so wrapped up in school activities that I had not thought about dating and if I had – it would have been with a popular athlete. I never would have thought about dating one of them because I had been led to believe in high school I was to date ‘my own kind’ – the pretty, popular people.

I think I’ve learned my lesson from all this discipline and I would give more thought to dating a nerdy boy with imagination and a sense of humor like Jerry’s son. However, the ones like Jerry who just ooze with low self-esteem I don’t think I could date unless my brother made me do it for money.

I have to say that I feel a little guilty about dating people for money – like I am someone special whose time is worth money. I have justified this because for one, I was required to do it by my father and brother and because we need the cash. I promised myself I would never do it just for materialistic and shallow gain when I get older.

“I said would you like ME to get that broom handle up your ass or do you want him to try to poke you in the butt all afternoon?” Peter’s gruff question interrupted my self-reflection as he got my attention with a kick to my ribs.

“Oh, Moooo?” I nodded my head yes as I remembered to play along with the role I was playing. I had an appreciation for how effortlessly my brother could slide things up my ass when other men played with it. He would usually work a finger in and get me ready before jabbing something up there - last night I had barely realized he had pushed it four inches up my ass when he tied me up outside.

Tiontay made a sh’ckaw sound with his mouth as he reluctantly handed the broom to Peter. “Man, I can do it!” he sounded angry he couldn’t keep at it.

“Here watch, this is how you slip a broom up a girl’s ass,” Peter twirled the broom once like a pool cue and licked his finger. Then he slicked up the tip of the broom before spinning it around to my sore asshole while I held my cheeks apart for him. “Just like this here,” he gave it a twist and a spin and I felt him drive it up my ass hard – more than six inches!

“Oh don’t make that face,” Peter laughed as my mouth hung open in shock from the sudden jab to my guts. “It seems that if something is not going up your ass, something is coming out of it,” he laughed and then slapped Jerry.

“You do want to be down there with this little whore don’t you?” Peter asked his brother in drag.

“N-no Sir” Jerry stammered – not trying to even hide the fact he was a man in a dress. The kids seemed amused at the idea of a man in a dress but not entirely surprised.

“Bullshit,” Peter spit on the ground right near my foot. “You love the idea of being forced to drag around a broom up that hairy shit hole of yours.” Peter was half the size of his brother but more than twice the man.

“If you want me too I will Master,” Jerry seemed confused and unsure of what to say. I wondered if I sounded that awkward when I was confused.

“I know you will you dipshit, you owe me don’t you?” Peter demanded an answer.

“Yes Sir, I do, Sir” Jerry answered more certain of that answer than his previous ones.

“You can’t hold a fucking job. You lost the last three jobs you had in three weeks, you can’t make alimony payments, you can’t make your house payment, you can’t take care of your son, your car was repossessed, I had to bail you out of jail, let’s face it – you are a fucking loser.” his brother laid out a litany of things that Jerry wasn’t good at doing and I wondered if Peter knew or cared that many of those applied to us as well.

“Y-yes sir, I know, Sir” Jerry answered in agreement with his brother’s conclusions.

“What is your name now?” Peter asked. I could tell that this was some kind of affirmation like my brother and father did with me and it felt weird not to be one of the participants – just an observer.

“Geraldine, Sir” Jerry seemed reluctant to give up his identity and use a female version of his name.

“Geral-fucking-dean?” Peter sounded skeptical and slapped his brother on the ass hard. “Your name is my bitch! I LET you go by Geraldine because most guys don’t want to fuck someone named Jerry.”

“Y-yes sir, I know, Sir” Geraldine answered obediently for which he received another slap on the back of his denim mini-skirt.

“Yuh-Yuh-Yuh-yess Sah, I know?” Peter mocked his brother’s nervous stuttering. The kids surrounding Peter were laughing and that seemed to egg him on. They had mostly lost all interest in me at this point.

Geraldine didn’t know how to respond to that question and shrugged – which only made the kids laugh and tease him further while they ran in circles.

“You’se guys out here bothering Peter?” Doris peeked her head out the window and most of the kids stopped carrying on and running around when they heard her speak once.

“Hey Doris, my brother is going to walk track with you tonight,” Peter knew her very well – I am sure as a regular customer.

“Like I give two shits? He just better not fuck with my regulars” Doris didn’t wait for him to answer before turning back into her cabana and letting her screen door slam shut behind her.

“I was coming around to thank your brother for giving me the idea,” Peter turned his attention back on me. “Is he here?”

“No sir, he is at home,” I answered him while remaining on all fours in the dirt.

“He just lets you wander around the neighborhood naked where anyone can take you?” Peter sounded skeptical.

“No, I was tied up but,” and before I could explain my circumstances he cut me off with an apathetic wave of his hand.

“You talk more than fucking Jerry here,” he corrected himself “I mean Geraldine,” and slapped his brother as if it was Jerry’s fault he had mixed up the names. “You see I am a fucking problem solver,” Peter went on to explain how after bailing out his brother once again they reached an agreement.

Peter was going to solve all of Jerry’s problems and Jerry was going to be his bitch.

“Look, I have a lot of great ideas but people don’t listen to me. I will give you a good example, Want to solve the crack problem?” He didn’t wait for me to answer what I assumed was a rhetorical question. “Get Hoarders addicted to crack, they will sell off all their stuff to buy more crack, boom problem solved.” I couldn’t tell if he was joking or that was his serious solution.

“The thing is, your brother is a fucking genius and a half, sweet-cheeks” Peter absent mindedly kicked the broom that was up my ass. Doris’s kids had lost interest in this little spectacle and begun either playing in the dirt themselves or running back inside the cabana while Doris yelled “In or out, make up your mind to pick one, God Dammit!”

“If one of the family members is a hard-ass like me, and one of the family members is a pussy like Geraldine then make the pussy work for you and keep it in line. Jerry is a total human shit stain who can’t keep his nuts from chafing his thighs without someone telling him to strap a rubber band to them. He needs a strong hand and in exchange he is going to walk the street and I will manage his money and make good decisions for him, just like you.”

I wanted to explain that it hadn’t been exactly like that with us. My mom had decided to continue the discipline arrangement because we thought if they relented on us we would find the act of prostitution a little too repellent. As long as it felt like we were obliged to continue doing this – it felt easier to justify and accept. At least, that is what I had gotten out of my mom’s decision to continue allowing the guys carte blanche to control us.

Peter didn’t give me a chance to explain. “If he isn’t here I will call him up, what is his number?” Peter asked. I wondered if Chris would be mad if I had given a customer his phone number but quickly decided that he would probably not mind.

I heard Peter make the call and explain what he was doing and his arrangement with Geraldine. “No not like fucking Travis Bickle and Jodie Foster in Taxi Driver,” Peter explained to my brother. “It’s more like Harvey Keitel’s character the pimp”.

“What do you mean no one will want to fuck my sweet little brother’s hairy ass?” Peter said into the phone while holding Geraldine’s cheeks in his hand. “There are a lot of sick fucks out here who like strange and my brother is fucking STRANGE!”

I could hear my brother laughing on the other end of the line. “He has bigger man boobs than your mom!” Peter insisted and patted Geraldine’s chest. He was obviously exaggerating even though Jerry clearly had a padded bra on as well – it was one of those torpedo style bras they used to wear in the 1940s.

“What do you mean don’t talk about your mom’s tits?” Peter seemed confused for a moment and after hearing my brother explain added Oh, don’t talk about man boobs? Sorry bro!” I knew my brother was self-conscious about his weight and I remember teasing him about his ‘man boobs’ when mom and I had the upper hand and were in control over him.

Chris had seemed so pasty and flabby – like I imagine Jerry looks when those skimpy slut clothes come off. It is funny how now that Chris has a swagger about him I don’t see the pink dough-boy I used to tease just a few weeks ago when his clothes come off.

“What is your whore of a mother up to anyway?” Peter asked and then he chuckled “Wow, so the little bitch here is getting off easy then eh?” Peter looked down at me as if he had just heard the ending to the movie I was watching and knew I would be shocked and could barely contain his laughter.

If getting milked by strange kids and a broom shoved up my ass while a midget and his transvestite, prostitute brother stand over me was ‘getting off easy’ – I could only feel sorry for whatever my mother might have been facing at that time.

Their conversation went on a little longer and a series of “No fuck YOU,” followed by “I said fuck you though” and then “I know you say Fuck me, but I am saying Fuck you,” where Peter smiled and playfully joked back and forth with my brother while reaching under my belly and touching my nipple.

He hung up abruptly and announced “He said to let you milk yourself, take a shit and piss and then tie you back up,” although I don’t know how my brother could have ever given him those instructions in between all the jokings –it didn’t sound like the topic of me ever came up. Then again – knowing my brother’s sense of humor that was sort of the way he had wanted and I had no reason to believe Peter was goofing on me.

“I actually just shit and piss and I am completely milked out Sir,” I said apologetically.

“Oh that’s why Doris wanted you down, the little cheap bitch wanted you to feed her kids?” he sounded excited as I nodded affirmatively. “I wish I could have seen that! I want to play Dragon with you so bad!”

I didn’t know what he meant by that and looked up at him waiting for his explanation.

“Dragon my nuts across your face,” he laughed and then slapped Geraldine hard on the butt. “C’mon lighten up, that was funny.” He had told his brother earlier not to laugh and like me Geraldine seemed to be confused.

“You are an obedient little cunt aren’t you,” Peter didn’t wait for me to answer him before adding “Not like this complete screw up. I would much rather have a cunt like you for a day than a waste of space like my brother for a whole month. Hopefully he can scrape up enough to make my investment in him worth the hassle.” He said that last part more as a hint to Geraldine that he expected his best effort.

“Somewhere out there is a tree tirelessly producing oxygen so you can breathe. I think you owe it an apology.” He slapped his brother on the ass hard. “I am going to go talk to Rahjid about how much of a cut he wants on the money you earn. Can you tie up this little slut without fucking that up?” Peter asked his brother without hiding the contempt he felt for him.

“Y-yes sir, I think so,” Geraldine still sounded exactly like Jerry as he awkwardly stood in his oversized high heels and fishnets over me.

“No you can’t. If I let you do this by yourself you are going to try to play with this little cherry’s pussy aren’t you?” Peter said accusingly of Geraldine.

“No, never sir” Jerry answered sheepishly while looking at the ground.

“See and that’s why you have no balls,” Peter said with a smirk. “A real man would have finger fucked the shit out of this slut if he had the chance but you wouldn’t,” Peter chastised his brother for not answering the trick question correctly. “Let’s get her tied up together, I don’t want you cutting off her circulation or acting desperate for attention and affection like you do around every other female in your life.”

Peter ordered me to stand up and walk over against the wall. I dusted myself off and slipped into the same position my brother had me in the night before – where my head was about waist high for an average sized man and came up directly to where Peter’s eye level.

“Oooh you ARE kinky, you want us to tie you up spread eagle like this?” Peter gazed longingly into my eyes as I waited for the toy handcuffs to be locked around my ankles and feet and nodded yes.

“It is how my brother left me last night, Sir” I felt guilty. He made me feel like I was perverted and a glutton for punishment as if this awkward and fully exposed position had been my idea for some reason. In a way, it was because I suspect my brother hadn’t specified how I was to be bound and that made me shudder – what is wrong with me? Is it that I am too hard-wired to stick to my guns and follow the rules on things or something else?

“I am surprised he didn’t tie you up on the ground with your ass up over your head and make you a bike rack for Doris’s kids to park their stolen bikes in,” I wasn’t sure if he was serious but I could actually picture how that would work in my mind once he described it.

He and his brother cuffed me back in place and I bent down so that I was spread eagle and low to the ground like I had been when my brother left me here.

“That is a good idea, make a note of it so I don’t forget it” Peter led Geraldine off as he dictated his idea. His brother in wig and makeup nodding his head in agreement.

“You aren’t going to forget it?” Peter asked as they walked around the corner and I could hear a slap as he said “Bullshit, you will too you dumb fuck” as the voices grew quiet in the distance.

I knew that from Doris’s house some of the kids were still watching me in the window but not with the shock and disgust that one would expect of most people. It was more the kind of faces I remember at the county fair when people saw me and my mother dancing in exotic and skimpy Spongeboob and Sandy Buttcheeks costumes – a lurid type of excitement.

I also knew that I had better get used to their stares because it was still early in the day and I had plenty of time before dark and my return to another night of prostitution and discipline at my brother and father’s hand. I was shocked to think I was looking forward to that instead of being bound up naked as I was – but given a choice between the two I knew I would rather have been walking the streets. There was a kind of adventurousness to being able to walk around where I wanted to go in the dirty side streets of MLK boulevard’s neighborhoods.

I spent the next hour or so desperately wishing for something to drink and someone to come scratch my nose while the sun beat down on me against the back wall of our cabana. I was surprised no one had complained or had a concern about a naked girl being tied up this way – but then this isn’t Cherry Lawn Estates and it takes a lot more to shock these people – obviously.

I also wondered what my mom was doing that was so much worse than what had happened to me. I worried about her and cursed Peter for laughing when he found out but not telling me – suspense makes my imagination go wild filling in the blanks of what may be happening. I know whatever it was – it was probably amusing Chris and a strange part of me took satisfaction in that – ‘at least my brother is probably laughing his ass off’.

Is that me looking for the bright side in everything or do I value my brother’s amusement over whatever ordeal my mother had to go through for it? Is the reason I am not shocked and horrified by her ordeal because I think my mom is tough enough to take whatever Chris can dish out her way?

I was pondering this while occasionally seeing Tiontay and Dante’ or the other kids congregate at one of the windows in Doris’s cabana until they were herded away by Doris who seemed fairly unconcerned that they were staring at a naked girl splayed wide open with a broom handle up her ass and more concerned that they were bothering me.

“You didn’t think I would leave you out here by your lonesome?” It was Peter again but this time his brother was not with him. “I’ve got my loser of a brother off walking day shift and I thought you and I might pass a little time if you are just hanging around?” he grinned at his own pun as if I would laugh too. I tried to smirk – but there was an angriness about his humor that was unlike how my brother would have said it.

My brother can be angry, sadistic and at times brutal but when he tells a joke – even if he is being nasty, it does naturally make me want to smile. It didn’t at first but I’ve grown accustomed to the way he tells the joke. In any case, I gave Peter a polite smile of consolation and acknowledgement of what he said.

“I have to take a piss,” He announced “You don’t mind if I have a whiz in wet snatch do you?” he started to unzip himself.

“Doris’s kids can see you Sir,” I reminded him that there was a gaggle of kids watching from the window behind him – feeling he might want to rethink what he was about to do.

“So?” he seemed apathetic and angry that I had bothered him with that detail.

“Do you not care that they see you pissing on me Sir?” I found it difficult to process his anger and apathetic outlook. I couldn’t relate to someone who saw negativity in everything but more so I wondered how he could be so unconcerned about what he did around these kids. I had been naked in front of them but what choice did I have in the matter? I was still concerned about what message it was sending and if I was corrupting innocent minds.

“Why would I give three shits about what they think?” his face soured. “They live around hookers, trannies and drug dealers. The kids around here grow up much faster than the sheltered, rich bitches where you are from.” He explained while massaging the full sized cock he removed from his pants. I think that just like his head is not to scale with the rest of his body – his dick was the same, a thick cock that seemed out of place on such a little body.

“If the parents don’t move away from the hood, then they can’t really fault the hood for being the hood,” He explained his belief and while I didn’t agree I could see his point. He added while pissing directly on my clit ring with extreme accuracy “When are you going to learn to drink piss like a good little slut?” he asked without looking up at me.

“I started last night Sir,” I admitted to him and the stream of warm piss hitting my clit stopped abruptly. His blue eyes looked up at me and then he smiled a sharktooth grin.

“You actually drink piss?” he seemed excited and I got the impression he just wanted to hear me say it again.

“You can’t read it on my chest anymore but it used to say urinal sir,” I admitted. I have to say I liked seeing him get excited when I told him that. I liked it even more adding “For paying customers though sir, as far as I know you aren’t one and you aren’t a keyholder.”

“You are letting me piss on your little pussy flap, why won’t you let me piss on your mouth? No hooker out here has ever let me do that!”

“I don’t have a lot of choice in what you do to my pussy sir, you handcuffed me to the wall.” I knew my brother probably would have made him a key holder but Chris hadn’t told me he was and I wasn’t going to offer that suggestion. “for that matter, I can’t stop you from pissing on my face, but I can keep my mouth closed unless you pay me.”

“Fuck you! You whore!” He seemed irritated. “You are going to charge me after I am a friend of your brother’s and all that?”

“I am a whore sir, and my brother is my pimp. If you want to piss in my mouth you can, you just have to pay to play.” I had heard Ronnie use the phrase pay to play to one of her customers the night before and thought it sounded appropriate. Even though I was firm I could tell the cutesy and innocent way I was talking seemed to infuriate him and it only made me secretly yearn to keep doing it.

I think just as it was strangely exhilarating to tease Mrs. Waxerman with white alert by being over the top in what we were doing around her – the opposite was true around Peter. He could be so cruel and bitter and perverted that I felt a similar satisfaction denying him.

Even though he could bully his brother and just about anyone else – I found it interesting that despite the fact I was completely helpless my attitude was preventing him from pissing in my mouth as he considered what to do.

“Fine, but I am not going to pay more than forty dollars to use your mouth.” He finally said.

“I will suck your cock for twenty, but if you want to piss in my mouth it is going to cost fifty Sir”. I gave him as firm a look as I could muster.

“Jesus, it’s not like I am going to take a shit in that fucking mouth hole of yours,” He complained and reached for his wallet. “Where exactly do you want me to shove this money?”

I had not even expected to work behind the motel – much less have much say over what happens to me when I was tied up. I am not so naïve and trusting not to know that if he left the money out here that Doris or her boys would run off with it.

“Can you take it to Rahjid, Sir?”

“Christ, how would you know how much I gave him, if I gave him anything at all?” I could see Peter getting frustrated and it only encouraged me to play with him a little.

“Ask him for a receipt for fifty dollars to piss in my mouth and he will give you a sheet of paper, show me that and you can soak my mouth if you want, Sir.” I replied in as dainty and demure a way as I could muster.

“Damn, I am not sure I can even piss now. Can’t I just owe Chris the next time I see him?” he bargained with me.

“You are asking for credit from a whore? Surely, you know better, Sir” I couldn’t hide the slight smile of satisfaction that had grown on my lip and it only made him back down further.

“Fine, but when I get back you are going to drink every fucking drop of piss,” I nodded my head in agreement and he added “and I am going to drink a bottle of water too!”. I just smiled as if to say ‘bring it on’ and my lack of fear or disgust only seemed to me to make him want to see a look of fear or disgust on my face even more.

As he walked off muttering to himself about ‘stomping a mudhole in my ass’ I was reminded of the very first full day my mother and I began our discipline. We had been the subject of scorn and ridicule at a party we had thrown after Cathy Griffin and her brothers had turned our world upside down and made us serve as bartenders in thong bikinis the night before.

If we had thought that was humiliating at the time - it now seems so much more innocent and easy than anything we’ve done since. I remember her and I were outside discussing how to respond to my father and brother’s new demands and rules for payback over how we had treated them.

I told my mom that one tactic we could use was to play along and accept as much abuse as they could throw at us – act like we enjoyed it and that would take the fun out of it for them.

In retrospect I don’t think my dad and brother would have ever grown bored with that arrangement but I could see now that I was enjoying an evolved way of looking at that tactic. I was completely tied up and unable to move but I had managed to hold all the cards and make Peter jump through hoops to use me.

It was important to Peter that I be willing but also he wanted to humble me and make me disgusted. I am sure that on some level it was why he wanted to pee on women in the first place.

If I wanted to tease Peter I would have to show no fear and tell him to ‘bring it on’.

Even though I had very little regard for his brother after what he did to my mom – I think the fact he was so cruel to Jerry made me feel like toying with him and I had all day to kill anyway.

Peter walked back still muttering about lazy whores and irritating motel owners holding a sheet of paper while shaking a water bottle he was drinking. He showed me that Rahjid had wrote out a bill of sale indicating “One pee on the whore fifty dollar” with his signature of approval.

“Okay, thank you Sir, you may pee when ready then,” I held my mouth open wide and stared at him without flinching.

He took his cock out of his pants and aimed at my face with delight but he could not pee.

“Stop doing that!” he said.

“Whaff Sah?” I asked him what while holding my mouth open as wide as I could.

“Stop looking at me like a fucking angel all sweet,” he said and broke his eye contact with me. “You aren’t supposed to seem so eager.”

“Sah-ree Sah,” I wasn’t sorry even though I apologized. I also changed nothing about my expression other than a very slight upturn smile on the edges of my wide open mouth.

“Okay there it goes,” his stream of yellow acrid urine hit my breast as it fell short of my mouth and he seemed angry with me for somehow not being able to coax a heartier stream out of his dick. He stepped closer and put his dick right up to my mouth and added “How do you like it now, bitch?” as he flooded my mouth with urine.

Had it been my first taste of the sour apple taste of warm piss I would have probably wanted to spit it out. I closed my mouth each time he filled it up and swallowed while shaking my head yes approvingly.

“Is that all Sir?” I licked my lips and tried to convincingly seem as though my stomach hadn’t just rolled from being drenched in urine - pissed in and on by a midget outside in broad daylight while I am sure Doris’s kids watched from the window and laughed.

“Is that ALL?” Peter couldn’t believe the audacity with which I had asked the question.

“Yes Sir, do you have a little more for me?” I pretended to be thirsty and lusting for him to fill my mouth with a little more of the disgusting yellow swill.

He looked down and said nothing as he kicked the dirt with his shoe. I noticed he was wearing heavy boots with lifts to give him a little extra height and I smiled that I may have swallowed his piss but I got the better of him.

Three of Doris’s eldest kids came out of the Cabana shortly after he finished. Janet, who was still wearing a flimsy night gown said “You pee peed on her face, that NASTY!” and the boys Dante’ and Tiontay just laughed.

“Can we do that?” Tiontay asked me politely as if asking to take a turn playing on the playground with a favored toy.

I knew what he was asking and I answered “Yes Sir” without hesitation.

“That SO NASTY!” their sister Janet declared as she put her hands on her hips in righteous indignation I was reminded of a young Mrs.Waxeman. She announced she was going to go tell but stood right there and watched as the boys unzipped their pants together.

Dante’ was first to unzip and Tiontay who seemed to be the shy one of the boys followed sheepishly taking out his small black dick and wiggling it at me.

“You better put doze away, or I am so telling Ma,” Janet stared right at the two boys’ dicks and tried to shame them back into their zippers.

“Go on and tell then- she said we could” Dante’ used his words sparingly but it was clear he was the leader of the kids.

I already had my mouth wide open for them to piss in as I looked right at Peter who seemed to shrink right before my eyes. He had a look on his face of wonder – I knew he was thinking ‘You just made me pay fifty dollars and you are letting them do it for free?”.

“They don’t have fifty dollars, Sir” I smiled my anticipated answer to his question as the first of the boy’s streams hit my chin. I even lowered my head by craning my neck as much as I could to help them hit my mouth and swallowed their piss. I imagined it was fresh water and that I was in a marathon and needed a drink to keep going while trying to keep the look of disgust off my face. I even smiled broadly when they were finished.

“Do you have any more for me, Sirs?” I said pleadingly.

Unlike Peter – young teenage boys do have the ability to conjure up more urine from their bladders. First Dante’ followed by Tiontay splattered my face with a second stream of urine before hitting my mouth with it. I smiled broadly while they sprayed my mouth with their piss and I could see them both smiling too while Peter sulked about wasting fifty dollars.

“They SOO nasty!” Janet was standing behind them continuing to watch the entire spectacle. I could see her siblings in the window and Doris walking out of the door with a look of disgust on her face. I was embarrassed to have piss dribbling down my chin and in what I had just encouraged her sons to do but at the same time I was relieved – that as a mother she had finally reached the line of absurd and disgusting behavior and was going to put a stop to it.

“Tiontay and Dante’ Velacruz what in the world are you two doing to this poor girl?” Doris was upset – but it seemed she was more upset to have been interrupted than with what she saw. I swallowed nervously in any case as I knew I was to blame for egging them on.

“We just pee in her mouth, Mama, she SAID we could,” Tiontay answered defensively.

“You tell them to do this?” Doris wasn’t asking me – she was looking right at Peter accusingly. “I know you are a freak and you tried to pee on me before!”

“I didn’t say one thing to your rugrats!” Peter was shocked that he was being asked anything at all. Even if he was a small man – he sure could cast a big shadow.

“I am sorry about my boys,” Doris apologized to me while ignoring Janet’s cries for punishment of her siblings on the grounds of being ‘nasty’. Doris didn’t even act sorry for what they did – it was more she was impatient with them.

I nodded that I did not mind – and in truth I didn’t. I had tasted and drank pee enough times now that I was fairly certain it was going to be a regular part of my training going forward and that I wasn’t upset – I had accepted it.

“If your pimps are going to tie you up in the future, you may want to ask them to do it someplace else because my boys are going to fuck you if they can get away with it.”

“You keep acting up, I will tie you up out there with her,” her brother Victor was wearing a white wife-beater tank top and underwear as he walked out on the porch of their cabana.

“Chit Poppy, you isn’t tying up nobody,” her Puerto Rican and New York accent became heavy as she fired back her rejection of his authority with a hint of snark.

“I will tie up this dick in your mouth,” he cupped his balls and flashed her a smile as if this banter went on all the time – and I suspect it did.

“You mean that dick up YOUR ass, Poppy!” Doris joked with her brother and took one look at me “Okay, you sure you don’t need anything?” she asked me – it was obvious she did not care because she didn’t wait for me to answer before ushering her kids back inside.

Peter stood there shaking his head in disbelief. “Crazy bitch charges too much for what she is worth.” – I wasn’t sure if he meant me or her.

I just smiled at him. I must have looked completely ridiculous as I was tied up naked with piss dripping down my face and a broom rammed up my ass.

“Bitch, let me ask you something,” He snarled at me with a look of disgust. “Is there another word for synonym?”

I didn’t see that irreverent question coming given how serious and angry his demeanor was.

He gave me a smile and winked to reveal he had just been pulling my chain. “Don’t take life so god damned seriously, bitch. You think you made me jealous or something. I got to watch those two little fuckers piss all over you?” he faced me and began to play and turn the broom handle in my ass a little as he spoke to me.. “Let me tell you something, I enjoyed watching it. You know what else you little twaddle?”

I wasn’t sure what a ‘twaddle’ was but I knew he was asking me a question so I swallowed in exasperation and nodded that I did not actually know what else. I was still puzzling about his joke about the synonym and wondering if there actually was not another word for one.

“I think you enjoy this too. I know you think I am a callous prick for making my brother walk the track. The thing is you are probably right about that, but I also know that my brother secretly wants to be treated this way. It was as obvious as the nipples on your fat tits” he poked my breast hard with his stubby finger.

“I love how that blue vein throbs on the top of your left boob,” he observed before moving up into my face. “Okay, sugar cookie, you are turned on by being degraded and humiliated, and here the proof is in the pudding,” he jabbed a stubby finger in my cunt and pulled it out.

He sniffed it and put the sticky finger under my nose. “Tastes like American honey to me,” and licked his lips.

I didn’t acknowledge whether he was right or not. I was certainly aroused but a long time ago mom and I came to the conclusion that our bodies’ reaction to the disgusting things they made us do was not the same as arousal of our mind.

It was a physical reaction to an external stimulus.

That is what I told myself – because in truth I couldn’t be sure if the devious little bastard was right or not.