Chapter One Hundred Forty

I Ain't Gay, But Twenty Bucks Is Twenty Bucks If You Know What I Mean

I was feeling very self-conscious knowing in five minutes I had managed to undermine my new authority and look completely clueless with the guys I was supposed to be inspecting. They were laughing and making wise cracks. I had done the same when it was serving – humor is an excellent way to deflect, but now I felt like the “butt” of every joke.

My brother smiled knowingly and told me to relax and that it wasn’t the end of the world. He tossed me some a tiny key and told me to “unlock the guys and tie their cocks together.” My brother told me to then have them stand in a circle in the living room as close together as possible.

Catfish had asked “When the fun starts?” and then abruptly took Cricket into one of the other rooms for some alone time, leaving only Gabriel and my brother to round up all the girls and get them put down for the night after Ted left with Crystal and Savannah.

That left Delilah, Angel, Candy, Tawny, April, Sarah, and Chastity naked in the living room. Conner had them all squatting in a kneel position to be put away for the night, including Sarah and Chastity! The “Pussy Boys” were naked except for their collars and cock cages – that included Lloyd, Tyga, Ryan, and Meth-Head Bill and they were basically my responsibility to watch over – a task I didn’t feel prepared for in the least.

Nelly Jr. was walking around the living room making it even more awkward for me to feel “Dominant” over the four guys. I fingered this flimsy key in my hand wondering what would happen if I lost it. “I guess you boys would be pissing sitting down,” I said out loud.

“We do have to pee sitting down My Queen,” Ryan’s tone was grating and sarcastic. It was difficult to tell if he was patronizing me because he thought I really should not be in charge, or he was trying to sound like the dutiful cuckold because he felt sympathy I had been placed in charge despite my uneasiness about it.

I decided I was not going to pick either option and stuck my nose up in the air like a spoiled princess. “I wasn’t talking to you,” I told him that in the future I would specifically call upon him. I unlocked his metal cock cage and removed it, roughly, while staring him in the eye. He didn’t flinch but he didn’t challenge me either – I was pleased with myself.

"You could have fooled me, Milady," Ryan said I was looking right at him when I spoke. I suppose he was right. My first mistake of many as his new ruthless overseer and I hadn’t even a clever reply at hand to put him in his place. I decided to take a card from Ted’s playbook and not admit that I was wrong by simply changing the subject.

“That title makes me sounds like someone at a Renne faire,” I stuck my finger in my mouth as I thought about what I wanted to be addressed before realizing it was the finger I had used to search Meth-Head Bill and never had cleaned. I was mortified as the guys chuckled at my mistake.

“I just happen to enjoy the taste of ass,” saving face by pretending to have done it on purpose. I told the guys that by the end of their training they would too, as I licked my finger like I enjoyed the taste.

I was having a much harder time keeping order and having a plan. I had seen Ted and Catfish sitting back drinking beers and playing bongos on girl’s asses down at the pool. They made it seem so easy but now everyone seemed to question what I wanted, why I wanted it, and what the point was supposed to be.

There was no time to experiment or try anything else out first. I told Ryan he could address me as Mistress Ellen or Ma’am. I really wanted to hear it a few times to get the hang of it first, but now I was already changing the form of address within a few moments.

I remember criticizing Ted when I served for changing the rules as he went along but now I had a new appreciation for how hard that must be, to seem like you have a plan when you are flying by the seat of your pants.

My brother was having a difficult time as well. The girls were tired from a long day of service and cranky. He was trying to get them restrained and put away, telling them they would be up in two hours. At the same time, Damian and Gene were pulling their sister’s hair and poking different women in the butt with their fingers as they ran around looking at all the changes made to the trailer since this afternoon.

My brother had already bound a few girls and caged them and was working on getting Lilah Devine into one of the living room cages. She was being obstinate and testing him – pressing his buttons. Her corn-silk colored hair reminded me of cotton candy as the slightly older beauty stalled disobediently from letting him tie her up.

“I am here because Clay told me to do it,” she informed my brother that she would not give him the time of day if not for that. “You can whip me, you can fuck me, you can gag me with dick – but you ain't gonna make me respect you,” she insisted. She was implying that her husband may not appreciate all the naughty things he had in mind for her to do either. “You better hope when I tell Clay everything we do this week that it all meets with his approval because he doesn’t forgive very easily,” Lilah promised with a honey-tongued threat.

My brother shook his head and pointed to one of the cameras mounted in the living room. “He can watch it all on camera and so can the rest of the trailer park,” Conner waved at the camera. “They tell me, now that the satellite is hooked up, we are streaming online. If he has a problem with your treatment I will cross that bridge when we get to it,” Conner’s attitude took some of the steam out of her sails.

Ted had once said she looked like Bo Derek but talked like Bo Didley. I didn’t know who either of those people were when he said it but I was starting to get the idea she was a perfect 10 natural beauty, and yet her heavy southern accent and attitude probably had something to do with Bo Didley. I made a mental note to google search it as soon as I bought a new phone.

Every time Lilah talked her tits jiggled in a circular motion – it was almost hypnotizing. My brother was preparing Lilah for the cage and wanted her on her knees legs wide apart and laying flat on the tits with her chin down and hands tied behind her back and had already put a few girls away. It would be a very uncomfortable and exposed position, even for the short time we had to rest before our next shift at the pool. I had to keep telling myself that “we” no longer meant me specifically – I was not going to be caged tonight.

I smiled at the simple joys of these freedoms. The freedom not to sleep fully exposed and tied up. I’d also be allowed to own my own phone now. I could walk into any mall and just buy one with the money I made! I was elated at the sudden realization after having been under constant scrutiny for the past week that I could do anything I well pleased now. At the same time, I was having my doubts that I’d be able to afford the monthly installments if I wasn’t making the crazy money I had in the role as sex slave.

“You are going to get into that cage and I am going to give you a choice,” Conner remained patient but firm. He wasn’t taking any of her bait. He wouldn’t let her intimidate OR seduce him into going soft on her. He told her she could have her daughter Candy or Angel’s fat ass in her face tonight, but it was going to be one or the other.

“I don’t know which one of them passing gas all night would be worse,” Lilah waved her nose in front of her face and offered my brother a deal. “Tell you what sugar,” she was trying to peel off my brother’s clothes with her bright blue eyes. “I can do a lot more fer ya if you keep my hands untied,” she moved closer to my brother and began to touch his cargo shorts. “You and I could get to know each other a little better,” she smiled proactively, flashing perfectly straight teeth. She reminded me of a Norse shield-maiden as she stood naked in the living room openly flirting with my brother. She promised they would be working together for a week and they may as well start off this relationship right.

“Clay is the only man I’ve been with in quite some time,” she told Conner he would be doing her a favor by opening her up. “I promise you,” she said he would enjoy for it as long as he lasted. Her bared tits stood straight out and up on their own and when she stood in front of him topless they bounced and jiggled slowly up and down revealing her chest bone with each heave of her chest.

While he was dealing with her I had my own trouble to deal with – The “Pussy Boys” Lloyd, Ryan, Tyga, and Bill. I had taken off all four of their steel cock cages and found some thick rope to tie them up together but I had no idea how to actually do it.

I thought it would be easy as I made the four of them hug tightly in a circle with their peckers together. I got in between them and began trying to tie the rope to their dicks. I had to gingerly hold each one of them while I tried to tie them up. I was afraid I may cut off the circulation. I’d been in knots and restraints so often that I thought I’d be a natural at how to apply them to someone else, but it was frustrating me.

My brother on the other hand had Lilah over his knee and was smacking the crap out of her with the fiberglass paddle with the holes in it that those Hispanic girls used on me earlier.

Her daughters were all laughing and Damian and Gene were circling him asking if they could try it. “Let me! Let me! Let Me!” they chanted in unison as they amped up the chaos.

Lilah Devine is taller than Conner and very full figured with, as I’ve already mentioned, simply outstanding tits by anyone’s measure – the kind you might see in a late night 1980’s Cinemax movie about Spring Break when one of the guys pours water on some hot babe at the swimming pool while she is laying on her stomach trying to get a tan – naturally perfect boobs.

He applied twenty hard swats and she quietly put her hands behind her back to let him cuff her before getting into the cage. Lilah complied but reluctantly tits bouncing and still trying to charm her way out of this. “It’s gonna be tight quarters, two girls to a cage – what about my daughter Chastity sharing the cage with me?”

“I was going to put her with Sarah tonight, “Conner explained, as he cuffed the woman’s hands behind her back. Sarah’s brothers teased and tormented Sarah and Chastity – poking and jeering her that she would be caged and they wouldn’t.

“It’s snot so bad,” Sarah wiped her nose and flung some snot on her brother Damian which started a small skirmish between them that my brother had to break up.

“They tryna to stick things in my asshole, Sir!” the flat-chested Sarah pouted admonishing the boys as the reason she fought them in the first place. They were naturally fighting like cats and dogs all the time before this anyway.

“What kinds of things?” Conner asked her with his hands on his hips as he stood over the Sarah, Chastity, Gene and Damian.

“Telling us to put our fingers up our butts,” Chastity agreed with Sarah or covered for her lie – whichever was more probable.

The two boys didn’t deny it – they smiled expectantly, like kids with a full tree of toys to unwrap on Christmas morning.

“You aren’t to order the girls to do anything,” Conner wagged his finger at the boys -reminding me so much of my father when he did. They looked like they would rebel but then agreed with him and nodded. Even their mother had a difficult time making them mind before she became Ted’s slave, so I was proud of my brother just for asserting this much control.

The two girls looked at each other like they just won a small victory. Their nude bodies were covered in matching festive body paint featuring rainbows, butterflies and faeries. It had been applied to their entire left leg and all the way up to their pussy before it crossed like a belt around their waist and the paint crept up their right breast across their chest and under their arm.

“Now stand up you two,” Conner pointed to the two girls and had them stand with their legs apart. “Hold your butts with your hands,” he made them grab their cheeks and then told them to pull them apart.

“Get a good look,” he said to Damian and Gene who were laughing at the two girl’s humiliation. Damian even smiled and sniffed Chastity’s ass, taking a full breath.

“Sniff mine, Sir!” Sarah begged.

“No way, you’ll fart on my nose!” Damian wasn’t taking the bait.

“I won’t – I promise. Mine smells just like Chasity’s butt!” she promised her brother.

He obliged and as he did she tooted a fart that sounded exactly like a fog horn.

“One of these days you are going to shit yourself,” Damian covered his nose disapprovingly as everyone laughed at him for falling for it.

“I will when it’s up your butt and around the corner, Sir!” Sarah laughed along with the others. The saying was her catch phrase she often used when someone was looking for their car keys and couldn’t find them, but it worked for almost anything she didn’t have an answer for – forgetting chores, or leaving something outside.

“That doesn’t even make sense,” Damian retreated with his brother with his tail between his legs – having lost this little confrontation. He’d be back shortly, once he regrouped in a few minutes.

“It doesn’t have to, Sir!” Sarah laughed and asked my brother if she could remove her hands and kneel back down.

“No,” Conner told her to get used to that position.

“I’m probably going to fart again though, Sir,” Sarah’s warning came with a grin that read she was eagerly looking forward to the opportunity to let another fart rip. Fart humor played very well with them.

“We all do it when we are standing like that, honey,” Angel told the laughing younger girl and added with a look of embarrassment when she saw Conner’s dour expression about her spoiling the illusions that girl’s don’t fart.

“Gabriel or Gene and Damian can’t tell us what to do – but can they make us show them our buttholes like this or make us look at their dicks if they want too, Sir?” Chastity took this as an opportunity to ask questions about the rules. I could hardly blame her for wanting clarification.

“Gabriel can tell you what to do going forward,” Conner told the younger girl and she frowned.

“But he is in the same grade as Gene,” Chastity couldn’t quite resolve why her brother had special permission to tell her what to do but a boy the same age didn’t. My brother tried to explain that Gabriel was learning to be a Master but the girl was clueless and looked at her mother for clarification.

Lilah instructed her daughter that going forward Gabriel is considered a man of the house. “Unless your father or I tell you otherwise,” she said with no trace of sympathy in her voice that her son was to be obeyed just like Clay. “If he tells you to put a finger up your ass, then you do it right then and there,” she said.

“You, Candy and Angel have to do what he says too?” Chastity’s pretty face lost none of it’s beauty even when she scrunched her nose up in disgust.

“Yeah, just like we do Master Conner, but just for this week,” Lilah explained.

“So after a week I don’t have to listen to Gabriel or Master Conner?” Chastity was as beautiful as she was clueless.

“No,” Lilah explained patiently that Master Conner’s authority expired at the end of the week, but that when they got home Gabriel was going to keep his authority as long as he could prove he deserved it.

“It ain’t no big deal,” Angel told her younger sister that Gabriel was her OLDER brother but that he was Angel’s YOUNGER brother. “He is probably going to be harder on Candy, and me and leave you be,” she said.

“I’ll be HARD-ON all of you,” Gabriel promised with a laugh before making his older sisters stand up and hold their ass cheeks apart for him just like the two younger girls.

“Even Mom?” Angel’s tone suggested she didn’t think Gabriel would do that because he was a momma’s boy. She complied with his order and stood next to Candy and Chastity in line, holding her swollen ass cheeks wide apart for him –fully on display with her back slightly arched.

Lilah glared at her son with the same intimidating blue-eyes that the entire Devine family shared in common.

“Momma, you gonna do what I tell you?” the handsome boy asked playfully. He seemed hesitant to actually come across strict with his mother and seemed to be testing the waters for her response. I supposed this was just as surprising and shocking to him that he suddenly had all this authority over his sisters, but he was rolling with it pretty well.

In some ways, I envied people who weren’t very bright. They seemed to adjust pretty well to change because they didn’t over think it the way I did. They were probably used to guessing their way through new situations. Gabriel didn’t seem empty-headed like Angel or Tyga, but he was definitely more handsome than he was intelligent.

“If your father tells me to, yes,” Lilah qualified her answer without directly telling him she would do whatever he told her.

“Stand like the other girl’s and hold your ass cheeks apart,” Gabriel tested his new found authority.

“I would love too, Sir, but…” Lilah showed the handcuffs and that she was being caged and her son looked dejected.

“You want to put the butt plug in your mom’s ass?” Conner offered the honor graciously. Gabriel’s face looked like someone grateful for being offered the cherry off of someone’s milkshake.

“Really?” Gabriel asked his mom if that would be alright.

“I’ve been wearing a butt plug and ben-wa balls since before you were born and you all never knew,” Lilah smiled, revealing her pearly white teeth and nodded.

“We knew,” the girls pointed out that they had gone through her dresser drawers and seen her sex toys before.

“Well y’all could have said something so I didn’t have to hide them,” Lilah’s snark was funny. I wasn’t sure if she was serious and she couldn’t continue because my brother inserted one of the many butt plugs hanging from the wall into her mouth to wet it.

“You want to lube them up first,” Conner explained before bending over the pretty older woman and letting Gabriel shove the freshly lubricated plug into her ass. She grunted slightly at how hard it was.

“Nice, but you want to work it in a little more carefully,” Conner instructed the boy.

“You do it just like your Daddy,” Lilah showed no sign of discomfort or grief as she squatted back down for my brother, before adding that she’d prefer Gabriel learn how to do that from Conner. “There are some times to be rough and there are times when a girl may appreciate a little softer hand,” this was as close as she would come to an actual compliment for Conner. I did notice her acceptance of him improved slightly as an authority figure as she waddled forward to get into the cage with her hands behind her back.

Conner didn’t ask if there were any other questions but Chastity took the silence as an opportunity to do so anyway while my brother worked her mother into the cage because her hands were bound and she couldn’t crawl.

“Momma, how long we gotta be caged like this anyway?” Lilah’s youngest daughter complained.

“Til Morning,” Conner answered for the mom with no trace of sympathy for the young girl’s concern. He had been doing this for a week and was used to the drill, but this was this girl’s first night with us and I empathized with her apprehension about what was happening. She was actually taking this change surprisingly well.

The pretty young girl was still painted with rainbow body paint from left leg to cover her right boob. She had a tiny trace of “mosquito bite” tits and very puffy nipples jutting off of her chest. She had only a wisp of blonde pubic hair visible – unlike the rest of the Devine Girls who shaved. Her pussy was a tiny pink sliver and like her mother she had a beautiful face with perfect teeth.

“I didn’t mean that, Sir,” Chastity clarified that she meant how many nights would this continue to be the expectation.

“I would imagine your daddy is gonna want me like this going forward, baby,” Lilah explained that he probably wouldn’t put Chastity in a cage more than a few days once they got back, as long as she was good.

“He put me outside on the lawn nekked for all the neighbor boys to see,” Chastity’s major complaint was all these boys that went to their school would talk about her and start rumors. She was surprisingly more concerned about what her friends would say once they found out as she was actually afraid of being bound to a pole in the yard, completely naked.

“I don’t know, baby,” Lilah assured her daughter that her husband would make that decision when he felt any of the girl’s needed to be caged or put outside, and acceptance that it would happen again showed in her tone.

“Master, I was going to ask if I could actually be tied up outside tonight?” Candy suggested while maintaining position in line next to her sister’s, hands on her ass.

“Why?” Conner was trying to fit her mother into a cage made for dogs without hurting or scraping her body on the painted black metal bars that lined the cage. Some of the cages were stacked one on top of each other, all along the wall that used to house a dirty old couch.

“Cuz I am a bitch, Sir,” Candy admitted sheepishly and said she would just as soon as learn to accept her training now. “I may as well meet this Mr. Sanderson I heard so much about,” she had obviously heard Savannah tell about the older pervert and chuckled.

“You know you’d have to do it with the baseball bat up your ass, right?” Conner reminded her.

“Big end or little end? Sir?” Candy asked cautiously and with less enthusiasm for the task at hand than earlier.

“Does it matter?” Conner asked her if she was down to go outside or not.

“No master, it doesn’t,” Candy reluctantly agreed and bit her lip reluctantly. She was possibly more embarrassed or regretful she’d just asked to be punished in front of the others, than she was concerned about what was getting shoved up her ass. I found the way she took these things in stride to be refreshingly attractive.

“With the right amount of lube either end will fit up your ass,” Conner told her to get one of the baseball bats that were mounted on the wall.

The workman had installed shelves and tool cabinets to hold an assortment of whips, chains, dildos, butt plugs, and even odd shaped objects like bowling pins and baseball bats. The aluminum baseball bats were close to the door where they could be handy for security if need be, but they were one of Ted’s favorites to lube up and shove up our asses.

“Fine, bend over and spread your ass cheeks wider,” Conner acted indifferent but smugly watched as the girl bent slightly at the knees and held her ass cheeks apart for him. Once he was satisfied she was in place he told her, “Beg your brother to lube it up and shove it up your ass,” he instructed as he watched Gabriel’s excited anticipation build.

Lilah and Candy’s sisters had a good laugh at the broad smile running across the fair-haired boy’s face. Gabriel was snickering too as he waited for his older sister to beg him to lube up the baseball bat that was going up her ass.

“Y’all think I-G-A-F,” Candy said the acronym for “I give a fuck” that was popular when typing on one’s phone. “You think I care if my brother sees my poo-poo hole? It ain't nothing he ain't creeped on me in the shower and seen already,” Candy declared. There was something in the way she said it that made me think it was false bravado – that it was intensely humiliating. “He’s gonna see it anyway – so ain’t no point in belly-aching like a little priss over it,” Candy appeared to be talking down to her youngest sister who had a concern earlier, but I could tell she was saying it out loud just as much to convince herself.

I recognized that because I had actually done the same thing when I was serving. There were times I had to say something so over the top, and be a glutton for a spanking or punishment, and I found myself saying why I deserved it out loud to help convince myself I really did.

I don’t think she minded the depraved and perverted act of exposing her body to him as much as she did being laughed at and having to hear herself beg. She cleared her throat twice before she managed, “Gabriel Sir, will you please lube up this here baseball bat nice and good for my tight little asshole – so I can be tied up outside like a good slut.”

“Was that good enough?” Gabriel asked my brother for his opinion on whether or not Candy seemed sincere in her begging for this devious butt reaming.

“I don’t know,” Conner asked him if he was convinced she was really begging and not just telling him or inviting him to do it.

“I think you need to do it again Sis, and this time mean it,” Gabriel was thin and had an angelic face, but he was definitely just as dirty minded as the other boys his age in the room. My brother was maybe only a year or two older than him.

“Yes, Master,” Candy sniffed and pretended it was just nasal drip but I thought she may actually be crying as she begged him again – lamenting her desire to go outside and be trained. “I am such a stupid cunt – ram this baseball bat straight up my ass after you get it lubed and I’ll thank you all the way out the door and beg you to tie me to the street lamp out there, Sir!” she begged. Her brother acquiesced and began lubing up the bat from a large tub of industrial grade anal lube that Ted had bought for this very purpose.

Conner told him not to be afraid to spread it around her ass hole with his fingers and then checked back in on me. I was making a mess of tying the guy’s cocks together. They were all hard and I had almost jerked off Tyga trying to attach the rope. He told me to stop paying so much attention to what Candy was doing and focus on my work.

“Yes Master,” I said instinctively – Conner ignored it or didn’t mind I still called him Master.

“First off,” Conner showed me I was using too thick of a rope for the job at hand of tying these four guys by their cock. He went over some safety rules about not cutting off circulation by tying it too tight and not too loose that it would fall off. “Their skin is going to sweat and that can cause rope like this to swell or get slippery,” he could see that I was getting a little overwhelmed so he showed me how to tie them off.

“You could do a simple overhand knot around the base of the cock and balls,” Conner grabbed Lloyd’s dick without hesitation. He showed me how I should start with the end of the rope and not the middle before sliding the loop around so the knot is under the balls.

Even Gabriel was watching while he buttered up his sister’s ass and learning from my brother’s expertise! She was grunting and groaning as he worked his long fingers in and out of her asshole to get it ready for the bat. This was clearly not the first time she had someone finger her ass, but it was the first time someone had taken the time to do it slowly and carefully the way Conner showed him.

“Then pull to tighten to a snug and comfortable tightness. Remember to always slide your finger under the knot when tightening to avoid pinching their delicate little balls,” Conner told Lloyd he needed to shave his balls a little closer.

“Yes Master,” Lloyd stood proudly while he let my little brother handle his package and tie him off. He had his arms around the shoulders of Tyga and Ryan and faced directly towards Meth-Head Bill.

“Now Ellen, watch this,” Conner expertly explained what he was doing as he wrapped the rope neatly and snugly around the cock and balls. “Make sure the rope lays smooth and flat, any twists or overlaps can cause discomfort and frankly, just looks like shit,” he laughed.

“Did Master Ted teach you this, Sir?” I asked my brother in awe of his rope tying skills.

“Nope, Boy Scouts,” Conner tightly brought the rope down between the balls and crossed over behind the sack before telling me to do the same on the other side.

He watched as I crossed the rope around the other way. “Wrap as many times as you like,” Conner told me that the more wraps around the balls you use, the tighter it will squeeze them.

“I like to use three, I feel it is the perfect amount of pressure without causing too much discomfort,” he finished by bringing the rope back around to the top, lifting the cock and wrapping around the penis only. He had created a harness that fit snugly around a cock and watched me do Tyga by myself before being satisfied and going back to his work with Candy. He told me once all the cocks were tied to connect them with a simple lark’s head. He had to show me what that was twice and eventually I got the hang of tying a loop to connect all four cocks to each other.

“Gross, our dicks are touching!” Tyga was the only one who was particularly upset of the four guys. “This is gay dude!”

“I ain't gay,” Ryan laughed, but then said, “But twenty bucks is twenty bucks if you know what I mean,” before winking at me. Tyga was clearly having doubts about his role as ‘man-whore’ so Ryan reassured him it wasn’t gay if their cocks were all touching because, “A girl had tied them that way.”

“Yeah, it’s like when you are fucking a girl with another dude and your dicks touch midway through!” Tyga smiled and nodded in understanding – or perhaps he was trying to justify his sudden proximity to three other shaved peckers.

His sister Tawny was kneeling in the living room with the other girls and shouted out, “You ain’t never double teamed a woman with some other dude!”

“No, no I haven’t,” Tyga admitted with a humiliated expression adding, “But I’ve seen you do it!”

Tawny couldn’t say anything back to that, so she shut her mouth and waited for her turn to be caged quietly.

“Well, don’t worry,” Lloyd assured Tyga he had double teamed a lot of people while he was serving this past week. He reassured the boy that they were bound to tap dicks when they both fuck the same girl in the near future.

“Okay, well that is cool then,” Tyga nodded satisfied that he would be getting some action. I wanted to explain to him that he was actually my pussy boy now. That women DID pay to fuck Lloyd, but no one was going to pay for someone like him or Meth-Head Bill. I really wanted to bring him back to reality the way my brother could with me when I was serving.

Conner had a way of describing my shortcomings and making me feel self-conscious without really seeming evil or vindictive. He would point out tha,t unlike my cousin’s washboard abs, I had a little bit of a pooch around my tummy. He would tell me that my tits were lopsided and not perfectly aligned, or that my asshole was puffy and hanging open -dripping with cum. I thought back to all his many insults and felt absolutely no malice towards him for saying them. They had made me self-conscious but also aware that I wasn’t hot-stuff. It kept me grounded, because many of the men who paid to fuck or spank me would tell me how beautiful I was and spoil me.

I wanted to be able to talk confidently like my brother and be able to make fun of Tyga’s cock, compared to how big Lloyd’s dick was, to set him straight. I was too afraid to try it out in the front room with everyone there listening to me talk. It felt like so many of the other girl’s eyes were on me as they all waited for my brother to tie them up for the night.

It may have seemed a little chaotic in the living room but other than Gene, Sarah, Damian, and Nelly Jr. the girls were all waiting their turn to be locked up. Sarah was waiting, but would occasionally get up and run around with the boys chasing her around the living room.

Conner ignored them until they got out of hand and focused on Candy next. He checked to make sure the pink-haired beauty was completely lubed up between her ass crack and all around her ass with his fingers before letting Gabriel shove the bat up his sister’s ass. He told him to start slow and work it in.

“Dad just rams it in,” Gabriel didn’t see the need to be delicate with his sister’s holes. Candy didn’t even flinch when he said that. My own asshole puckered reflexively at the thought of how painful and nearly impossible that would be to shove the bat straight up her ass.

“You aren’t your dad – not yet anyway,” Conner told him to be gentle and take his time. “Get it good and lodged up there, feel around with your fingers first and make sure there is no shit lodged in her ass first,” he warned. “There is no race – do this right.”

Gabriel scrunched his nose at the idea of checking his sister’s ass for turds. “Why should I take my time? And what if I DO find some turd balls in her butt?” he asked.

Conner told him that his sister was HIS whore and his merchandise. “I need her asshole to accommodate dicks, but not be so flappy and busted that I can throw a boomerang up there and it flies back out,” he sounded like Ted when he said that.

Gabriel laughed and nodded in agreement with my brother.

“You may find a couple French fries in her poop chute as well,” Conner smirked as he answered his other question. He slapped Candy’s pert and well-rounded ass. “If you find it tell me and we can watch her squeeze it out before we decide what to do with it,” he said unsympathetically like she was a cow to be milked.

She groaned as her brother began to work the small end of the baseball bat into her ass with lube but didn’t protest.

Conner watched him lube and play with his sister’s back door for a moment. He did like buttholes and Candy’s was no exception. Then he turned his attention to the next girl to be caged – which happened to be my mother. Conner had made the girls all squat down on the carpet with their legs apart exposed while they waited.

Gene and Damian were running around playing Cowboy’s and “Injuns” and periodically smacking the shit out of one of the girls “by accident” – usually running straight into their tits. Conner threatened to tie the two of them up with the other pussy boys if they didn’t settle down.

They didn’t settle down but they took things down a notch. “You ain’t the boss of us,” Damian said as he played with a lighter, while his brother looked anxious to get into trouble.

“I am actually in charge right now and unless you want my sister to tie you up with the pussy boys I suggest you find something constructive to do and stay out of my hair,” Conner told him before telling my mother it was her turn next.

“Master,” my mother had waited patiently for her turn to be caged, “May I be tied up outside as well?” she begged.

Conner didn’t ask her why she wanted to go because he knew. Mom had made the deal that if he let me out of my service she would do anything Candy would do – and more if he wanted. She would be an obedient pet in every respect for him.

“What the fuck is outside?” Lilah said bound from within the cage. “You gals getting some hot beef injections from guys waiting outside?” she couldn’t conceive that her daughter, or anyone, would ASK for punishment and humiliation above and beyond what the bare minimum they had to endure. In Candy’s mother’s mind they were probably up to something – meeting some guys to smoke a little dope or fuck them while the rest of the girls were stuck inside.

“Yeah Momma,” Candy was getting the full measure of the small end of the baseball bat while she bent at the knee and held her ass cheeks apart. “I begged my little brother to shove a baseball bat up my ass and tie me up outside so I could go smoke a jay,” she answered her sarcastically.

“You’ve done a lot more for a lot less,” Lilah fired back from within the cage. That seemed hurtful and the two clearly argued and butted heads often as their back and forth indicated.

“Look like Barbie – smoke like Marley,” Candy admitted without shame she smoked pot.

“You smoked more dicks than you did joints at that age,” Lilah’s insult carried with it a small measure of respect.

I was glad my mother and I didn’t have that relationship, even if we pretended to be just as dysfunctional during grifts. She had never treated me like a mature person or an equal and had always talked down to me before yesterday, but she was never antagonistic like Candy’s mother.

I was actually quite pleased with my mother the way she was – submission had made her much easier to deal with and she seemed more inclined to appreciate me as well. There had been a lot of self-discovery this past week for both of us, but we had revealed so much about each other through this submission that I could hardly feel angry I had done it. At that moment, naked as I was in the living room I felt a sense of loss that I had quit the ‘slave team’ so to speak and joined the Bosses.

I am sure anyone who has ever been promoted at work from the floor to an executive position probably could relate to the same sense of not deserving this promotion, while the others continued to work their asses off; but I also found myself envying how simple it was for my mom and Candy. All they had to do was obey, serve, and not think. It sounded weird to admit to myself, but I continued to wrestle with the fact that I was envious and the rationalization that I shouldn’t be.

“You want to be tied up with the two of them outside? I’ve got one more baseball bat and I can easily have your name put on it,” my brother glanced at her.

“I ain’t skeered,” Lilah reminded me of a caged possum in the cage with her back against the wall on all fours naked as she was.

“You should be,” I opened my mouth and told her that Conner could think of far worse things if he wanted to. “I’ve spent many nights outside and they don’t care if it rains or if a guy comes and jacks off all over you – they will leave you out there,” I warned her. That much was true.

“Shit, Clay’s entire club gang banged me two at a time before I ever walked into his club house for the first time,” Lilah fired back. I had to respect that she was one tough cunt and wasn’t going to let a sweet little thing like me intimidate her. She made no bones about letting me know both of those facts as well.

“Ted briefly demonstrated how the toilet works in the bathroom when you first came in,” Conner smiled when I came to his aid and threatened Lilah that she would find out exactly how it works first-hand if she didn’t comply with every one of his orders without question.

The image of Daisy’s helpless baby-face as she realized she was being left bound to the toilet was permanently etched in my mind. She had been a royal bitch and actually agreed to this, in exchange for her husband being trained and a share of the trailer park when she completed her training, so it was difficult to feel sympathy for her now though.

I was not exactly sure how the toilet seat worked – but I had some idea that it would be extremely gross and unpleasant.

“Ooh! Can WE when she completed her training so it was difficult to feel sympathy for her now though.

he rationalization that I find out?” Gene and Damian had forgotten their mom had been tied up in the bathroom. Ted had left her bent over and gagged before turning out the light and leaving her alone after he showed us how she would be bound tonight.

“Yes, I don’t give a fuck,” Conner answered them and they, along with their sister, dashed off down the hall towards the bathroom. I was secretly smiling because despite being close in age to Daisy’s oldest son, Conner had established he really was the boss with little more than his attitude; and I was envious that he had developed that skill while I had only learned to give the best blowjobs a slut could give this past week. I chuckled at the irony of that.

The boys had questioned his authority and after he stood up to them they were now asking his PERMISSION instead of just running off to whatever destructive purpose they had in mind. I was very impressed with my brother for that feat alone.

Conner yelled at them not to do anything too rotten to their mother while she was helpless and tied up, but grinned as if he knew they probably would. He called out to Sarah, “you are one of the house sluts,” he told her she had an obligation to get back here right now.

“I just wanna see my momma! Sir,” Sarah yelled back at him from down the hall.

“Crawl back on all fours right now so that I can spank you! Right this minute,” Conner ordered the flat-chested little girl to return to her place kneeling with the other girls.

“Ooh, you gonna get it!” her brother’s crooned at her.

“Is not!” Sarah pouted and argued with them, but slid to her knees and crawled over to Conner waiting to have her head petted. Conner smiled at the girl’s eagerness and she wagged her tail excitedly and panted playfully for him when he told her she was a good girl. Sarah loved to play pretend and she wasn’t the list bit shy about being naked while she did it. I think the fact the other girls were naked had made her WANT to be undressed. I was curious where or IF she would draw the line on any of my brother’s orders but she seemed spry and ready to play along, if for no other reason than he was giving her some attention.

“You waiting for an engraved invitation?” Conner told Mom to stand up, bend at the knee and wait next to Candy.

“Oh thank you, thank you Master,” Mom had obediently waiting for the permission to go outside as she hopped up to assume the position.

Conner asked me to tube up mom’s ass and get her prepared without any further explanation.

“I thought,” I hesitated and Conner turned his attention back towards me, “I thought maybe another guy would like to do it?” I had done some naughty things at the swimming pool, but most of them had been done TO me. I wasn’t used to being the aggressor who just grabbed someone’s ass and started playing with it and sticking things inside it. I was aware of how uncomfortable I was being the aggressor; not just with my mom, but with anyone.

“Gabriel has his hands full,” Conner indicated the younger boy currently reaming his older sister’s curvaceous and well contoured ass with a baseball bat. “That leaves you,” he smiled at me and winked, trying to reassure me it would be fine.

“You could throw me a fucking bone and stick something in my pussy while you are at it,” Candy grunted big as Conner worked another half-inch of the baseball bat’s shaft into her ass. She made it clear she’d prefer a little pleasure but that she wasn’t going to stop him from sticking that bat firmly up her ass.

“The only thing we should stick in that sloppy pink gash between your legs is a sponge – you are so wet,” Conner’s rubbed his fingers across her clit like he owned it – which he technically did.

“You done playing or you trying to push the top of the bat out of my mouth, Sir?” Candy ignored the touch and complained that her brother had put the bat far enough up her ass.

“I would have said lodge it two more inches up her ass but since your Sister hasn’t learned to stop running her mouth around her betters – get it about four more inches up there. It’s much easier once you get passed the Knob,” Conner was teaching both Gabriel and I how to pack an ass fully “then it won’t easily slide or back out because her asshole acts as a natural suction cup to keep it in,” Conner ignored Candy’s apologies and groans after that.

“The bottom of the bat hangs in there the way turds stay in?” Gabriel’s question was more rhetorical as he grinned and worked the bat up the ass slowly a little bit at a time.

“Yep, your sister’s shit would fall right out on the ground if the little nub of an asshole didn’t act like a drawstring on a dice bag,” Conner pantomimed the action of closing up a bag before clarifying that the bottom of the bat was actually called a knob.

“I didn’t figure you’d know much about baseball,” Gabriel said as he fucked the baseball bat slowly foreword and back as his sister accommodated him by grinding her hips up against it tightly.

“I didn’t,” Conner admitted openly he wasn’t a jock and didn’t mind that Gabriel was basically calling him a nerd. “Initially, I thought it was called a pommel,” Conner said of the baseball bat being more like a sword from one of his fantasy games. “That is what google is for,” he tapped his cell phone.

Mom waited for me to lube up her ass and kept her chin up and eyes straight ahead – feet flat on the old green shag carpet of the living room.