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Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by blatant sexual stories, are under 18, or have a heart condition, don’t read this. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature, then don’t possess. All within is pure fiction - I guess.

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“DAVE”

I woke up in such a damn fog. Those tranquilizers Sue and Carlos were feeding me were making my torment go easier, but were spacing me out like crazy. I’d only taken them for two days, but I had such a craving for my next one already. I wish Sue would just give them to me so I could take them when I felt like I wanted one; like right now. I contemplated waking her up to get one, but I wanted more time to think about the coming days first.

Essentially, the last thing I could remember about the day before was pulling Carlos’ underwear off of him. The pills must have worked really well, because that was something I certainly wouldn’t have done so easily if I were sober. I remembered seeing his cock as I pulled them down and realized it was going to be in my mouth in just seconds. The next thing I could remember was gagging on his cum, and trying to get it out of my throat so I could breath. It was all so surreal. Now I had to think about the coming days. I knew it was day three of my five day ordeal, and was apprehensive of what would be in store for me. I couldn’t get it out of my head what I was supposed to be doing in the two days after today. I stopped thinking about their plans for me today. I wondered how in one day I was going to find the strength to ask Carlos to let me suck him off, and swallow his cum all on my own. The thought of what it would take to accomplish that, paled in caparison with the thought of my last scheduled task - asking a stranger for the same thing.

I knew it was time for me to make decisions, but my mind was in such a deep fog from the drugs. I had the urge again to wake Sue for a pill. My choice was still as clear as ever; do as I was told by the both of them, including watching Sue taunt me by taking her second boyfriend in front of me, or face getting caught and sent to jail for thirty or so years. The thought of getting raped in prison was far more frightening to me than anything I had suffered so far, so I knew I was stuck right where I was for now.

So, I prepared a game plan. I knew I had to get into a mindset to be able to do the tasks before me. Carlos had told me two days prior that each day would be less force and more of my willing participation. I wasn’t so worried about today, but I knew I would have to prove something to myself if I was going to survive the next three days. I thought that today at some point I would have to take the initiative and do something on my own. I thought that sucking on his balls might be good, since it was something they hadn’t asked of me yet. And it was a lot easier than sucking his cum down my throat. I was so worried about having to ask him to let me be his cocksucker the next day. Cocksucker - that was one of the words that Sue had just told me last night that she wanted to hear me use on Carlos and the stranger the day after. She was preparing me for my own denigration.

As I thought about how I might get involved in doing the “something new”, I realized I had a rock hard boner. As I repositioned myself to relieve the bend in it, I had to wonder if I was getting to the point where being used by a guy was actual a turn on for me. I didn’t want to believe the training Sue was putting me through was working, but I was finding myself with boners more often, and not knowing what was causing them. My mind raced back to the other day when I came as I was sucking off Carlos. As I thought about that, I began rubbing my hardon through my pants. Sue turned over and saw my actions. She asked, “I guess you can’t wait for you boyfriend to show up, huh?” I couldn’t respond, because I knew some little part of her statement might be correct.

I immediately asked for my pill, explaining I needed to be loose for their torments. I reminded her of how Carlos had told her to give me them earlier so I would be ready for him. Even as I said it, I heard myself worrying about what she thought. I hoped she hadn’t caught on to that, but her smile indicated otherwise. Sue got out of bed, left the room and came back with her hand held out and I put my palm out to catch it. She had brought it with her. I wasn’t aware of it at the time, but I was developing quite a craving for my fix of these tranquilizers. I told myself it was so I could do all the nasty things that were being required of me, but the high kept me desensitized at the same time. I asked her what torments she had planned for me today, but she would never answer that question, and this time was no different.

We made our way out to the kitchen and I saw she was going to fix us some food. When she reached for a bowl at the cabinet, her short halter style top rode up and I noticed she had a bruise on the bottom side of her tit as she stretched. I asked her about it and she told me that things had gotten a little tense during her fucking the day before as I slept. I wanted an explanation and told her if she needed help, all she had to do was yell for me. That’s when she finally realized that I didn’t even remember she had left with Carlos; let alone knowing anything about the three Mexican vagrants. When she brought our cereal she was fixing to the table, I pushed her shirt over her tits and saw that she in fact had many bruises all over them. She saw me waiting for an explanation as she pulled her shirt down. When she saw I wasn’t going to let it go, she said, “Well, if you must know, I’m still Carlos’ toy, just like you’re mine. Things just got a little… passionate.” I could see she wanted to say more, but I decided to wait until she decided to tell me.

As we ate, she reminded me that tomorrow was the day I would be expected to ask Carlos to let me suck him off. She wanted to know if I was going to be ready to do that, and insisted that I better be. I shrugged my shoulders and said, “What choice do I have?” She seemed to like my answer and muttered something about how things could have been much worse. We knew Carlos would be coming in anytime and sat at the table just waiting for him as we ate.

Then Sue got a strange look in her eye and demanded me to, “Whip it out and let me watch you play with it.”

I refused at first, but she turned it into a stronger demand. So I pushed back from the table and opened my pants just enough to get at myself. When she saw it was already hard, she let out a squeal. She came over to me, sat on my leg and grabbed my boner herself, and kissed me passionately. She alternated between leering lustfully into my eyes and kissing my deeply. She finally asked me, “You’re really turning, aren’t you?” I asked what she meant and she said, “Come on, you have a raging hardon already without any stimulation? I’m starting to get to you, aren’t I?” I had no idea how to answer, hell I wasn’t sure myself. She continued, “You don’t have to hide it from me, what do you think my end result for you is anyway. I want to know that you’ll suck any man’s cock that I point you at.” That put fear in my eyes.

Sue continued again when she saw my fear. “Look it, sucking cock in the privacy of our own space is our business. You don’t have to be ashamed to want to do it for me. I want to have a guy that charges me sexually, and watching my guy getting his mouth filled with a man’s prick is the most erotic thing I can imagine. Next to watching you dispense with his cum that is. Just think, the guy makes his cream just because of how good of a job you do sucking him off. Just for you!” I told her how nasty it was, and how repulsive it tasted. She cooed, “I know sweety, but you’re doing it for me. Don’t you want to see me happy? But even if you don’t, I love seeing your sweet little tormented face as we make you do it. And when I made you swallow it the other day, I even had a small orgasm.”

Just then, Carlos came walking through the door. I wish he would knock. Sue still had my prick in her hand and told Carlos to look at what she had found. She told him I had gotten myself hard waiting for him to pleasure me today. He came closer to see my predicament, and squeezed Sue’s tit. She jumped back at that and he lifted her shirt to see the bruising himself. He took a look at my hardon in her hand and said, “We better get right to work, before he loses his interest in being my good little cocksucker.”

Sue led me by my hand into the bedroom and pushed me down into my chair, still sitting at the foot of the bed, ropes still hanging from the back of it. They sat on the bed facing me and started to ponder over my demise for the day. Finally, Carlos told Sue to take off her shirt and show me her tits. She did it hesitatingly, not very proud of her bruises. Carlos said, “You see, things could get rougher for you, so you better be prepared to perform as you are told.” He told her to shuck her skirt, and when I saw her bald cunt, I wondered when she had done that. We hadn’t had sex yesterday because I was so out of it all day. But damn, she looked so sweet shaven. I noticed she had a bit of bruising on her inner thighs as well, and wondered just what the hell went on as I was passed out.

Carlos asked me if I would be happy seeing his girl fucking a bunch of other men for him. I said “no”, but the look on Sue’s face became frightened. I thought it was over the idea itself, but would find out later it was because she thought he was about to tell me what happened to her yesterday. He started taking off his own clothes, and told me to do the same. He stated, “I prefer that my cocksucker be stripped himself when he services me. Remember that!” We both took off our clothes, leaving us all nude. He sat down again, so I did as well. My cock was flaccid thankfully, and I was happy for that small detail.

Carlos turned to make out with my girl, his girl, but continued sitting forward. I watched as I realized his making out with her was becoming commonplace and that I wasn’t quite as repulsed to see her so willingly responding to it herself. After all, I would often be fucking away at her and push myself to arms length just to see the expressions on her face. They were much the same now, even if it wasn’t because of me. As they kissed, Carlos was whispering something to her. When they broke away from it, she looked at Carlos’ cock and went back to kissing him. He kept getting harder as he enjoyed feeling her up and kissing her. Then he looked obviously at his own cock. As they kept making out, and Sue was starting to coo her excitement verbally, they would pause and take turns looking at his hardon. At one point she looked at my crotch and said to Carlos, “It looks like he’s getting ready...”

When I looked down I saw she had noticed that watching her getting felt up had given me an erection. Then she looked me in the eyes and at Carlos’ erection. I figured out what they were looking at. They were hinting to me, that I was to be involving myself. I felt so ashamed at my actions, but I knew what they were waiting for; so I slowly got off the chair and knelt before Carlos. He made me force his legs open to get close enough to do what was expected of me. I pulled his cock forward and started sucking on the mushroom shaped head. He put a hand on the back of my head and pronounced, “That’s a good little cocksucker. I knew you’d figure it out.” He took his hand away and went back to work molesting my girl; once again, his girl. I knew I was on my own today, and that he expected me to do everything. But I knew I wasn’t ready to do the end by myself. Even though the pill I had taken had kicked in, I still wasn’t loose enough to do that yet.

I worked on his cock, experimenting on how far I could take it into my mouth without either of their help, and used my hand to help pull him off. I was studying for the first time just how big his cock really was, and how I compared to him. It was starting to become quite clear why Sue had gotten hooked on this guy. For a girl, a cock this size would probably be considered quite a treat. And it was so rigid; I could only imagine how it drove her crazy as he fucked her with it. I struggled at one point to see if I could take as much of him as he could force me too, but I couldn’t. But Sue saw this and said to Carlos, “I think he wants to get you into his throat. You think in a day or two when he gets a little more practice you might be able to teach him to deep throat you?” I shook my head, but they didn’t pay any attention to my wants.

I could tell Carlos was taking his sweet time with me, and wanted to stretch this particular blowjob out as long as possible. So I rubbed his balls and remembered what I had thought about earlier. I dropped his cock from my mouth, and as I went down to lick his balls, he looked to see why I had stopped sucking his cock. He realized as I was settling in on what I was doing and smiled at me. The fucker knew he had me trained pretty well now. I licked at, and sucked on his balls for several minutes, listening to their comments on my new desire to do a good job. They had no idea I was just trying to prepare myself for the next day.

I could see that Carlos was getting closer to the edge, so I went back to work on the shaft of his cock with my hand as I sucked on his balls. When I heard him grunt a low moan, I knew he was ready to be finished off. I hated myself to some extent at knowing that, but I wanted to end this; so I left his balls to be worked by my hand alone and took his prick back into my mouth. Fearing I wasn’t going to be able to do the end part, I grabbed Sue’s hand and put it on my head; trying to let her know I needed help. But she pulled it away. I slurped off Carlos and quickly told her, “I can’t do this part by myself, I need… your help.” She looked at Carlos and he said, “If he can’t, he can’t. We’ll just go back to day one and start all over.” She looked at me as if to say, ‘you better find a way to do it’ and went back to feeling her man’s chest as her eyes were fixed on my performance. Strangely enough, what he had said was as good as her hands forcing me to do it. I certainly didn’t want to start at day one again.

So when it was time, I tried to blank out my mind and went into auto pilot of sorts. I worked up and down on his shaft fast and hard with my mouth and decided to just keep swallowing, hoping to get no taste of it. I was pulling on his balls toward my mouth for some reason, and as I felt his first spurt and his grunt of relieving himself, I pushed down on him as far as possible. I was hoping to get it in far enough so it would just go down on its own. But I gagged on his cum and had to pull away to get air. I was stuck just catching the rest of his cream in my mouth. I feared when he would be finished. I had no idea how I would get myself to swallow what was left in my mouth. When I could tell he had finished relieving himself in my mouth, I tightened my lips and pulled away from him. Sue was beside herself with excitement. She pleaded, “Let me see it. I want to see it in your mouth.” I showed it to her, and then as she waited, wallowing in my humiliation she told me, “Go ahead, do it.” I took one hard swallow and then several short, fast ones to make it go down. I grimaced at what I had just done, but they both exclaimed their delight in my moving onto the next level of my training.

I started to go for a drink to wash away the tingling sensation in my mouth, but Sue told me I wasn’t finished. She told the both of us that she needed a good fucking now and wanted me to suck him hard again. Carlos asked, “After yesterday, you still need fucking today? Damn, you’re insatiable!” Wanting a drink bad, I went back to his cock and worked at him with my mouth and both hands, cock and balls. After several minutes, he was hard again, and I pulled away and said, “There, he’s ready for you.” I left as fast as possible, before she found something else for me to do. I sat at the kitchen table and drank a beer to rid the taste from my mouth as I listened to them getting into a fuck session.

I heard the bed squeaking under the humping and Sue’s oohing and ahhing. I felt my own hardon had returned. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do, but I needed relief bad. I opened my pants and started jerking myself off, listening to my girl enjoying the hell out of getting fucked by her other boyfriend, the one I had just sucked off for her. I was remembering what they looked like when they fucked, and sadly what I had just done to Carlos kept creeping into my fantasies as I pulled at myself. I always, as most people do, saved the most intoxicating thoughts for the finishing touch. But when I came into my hand I feared what I had just done. Just as I was about to shoot my load, I had been thinking of how I had forced my own mouth over his shaft as deep as I could, feeling his cum filling my throat. As I came back to reality and caught my breath, I noticed I wasn’t hearing any noises coming from the bedroom. As I heard steps coming my way, I wiped my cum on the inside of my underwear and just barely got my pants closed, and sat up as Carlos came for me.

He was dressed again and was leaving. He mussed my hair on the way by me, and said I had been, “a great little cocksucker and I had a mess to clean up in the bedroom”. Despite knowing what he meant, I was so nervous that he would catch on to what I had just been doing, I hurried into the bedroom. Sue had her legs already splayed for me. If it weren’t for the cum seeping from her lips, the site of her would have normally driven me into a frenzy. With her pussy bald as it was, and her tiny frame, small breasts and all, she looked like such a feast. And she looked much younger than the seventeen year old girl I was willing to have sex with; she could have passed for fourteen easily with her shaven cunt.

Now that Carlos had left, I told her I had done my deed for the day. Sue pointed out that that had been for Carlos, and pointing to her cunt said, “This is for me”. For a change, instead of just demanding me to do it, she started sweetly begging and pleading for me to take care of her. When she saw that wasn’t working, she tried the truth. She told me she had the same problem as the other day. Carlos had gotten himself off, and left her high and dry, again. She went back to pleading with me to get her off. As she reached for my hand, I let her tug me between her legs. I hated the idea of having to get into that mess he had left, but I still loved Sue and couldn’t bare to see her want. So, I leaned into her and started working at chewing her clit for her. Her eyes quickly implied how she was hoping there would be more, so I made myself comfortable and she gave me that smile of hers that made all this disgusting crap worth it.

“SUE”

I was sooo frigging sore. My boobs may have been rather small, but they ached like they were double D’s. As I stared at my bruises in the mirror, I was wondering how I would explain them to Dave. He was so high all day yesterday that I couldn’t get him to screw around last night even if I wanted too. As I looked at them, I got mad all over at Carlos for having turned me over to those guys. But when I remembered the look on his face, I was somewhat proud of what I had provided for him. After that gang rape, I really felt like Carlos truly owned me. And since it would only be for a fixed amount of time, I figured it was a fair trade off. I liked the idea of being totally cared for, and his toy. I may have given myself over to him, but I was getting so much more back. My biggest fear right now though was if Carlos would tell Dave what I had to do yesterday. I knew if I asked him not to tell him, he would probably do just the opposite. So I knew I should keep my mouth shut.

After I got half dressed, I grabbed a pill for my toy, and headed back to the bedroom to give it to him. He had been so good at taking them. He liked the buzz he got, and I already saw him developing a craving for them. Wait until he found out what they really were and why I was feeding them to him. I was getting us some cereal, and for some reason he lifted my shirt. I don’t know how he knew to look, but I was embarrassed that he even knew they were there. He thought that Carlos had left them on me and that we had had sex in our house. I realized he had no idea we even left the house while he was passed out, let alone the sick shit I had been humiliated with at the hands of Carlos. It was cute that he was worrying me instead of pleasing Carlos. Such a good toy!

When we had finished our cereal, we were just sitting at the table. It was obvious that we were both waiting for Carlos’ arrival. After a while I decided that Dave seemed very aloof, so I told him to “whip it out” and put on a show for me. It took a little prodding, but he started. And when he opened his pants, the story was out. I jumped on his lap and grabbed his hardon. I teased him knowing that he was turning to the dark side as I had wanted him to do. Why else would he have a hardon the second he pulled it out? He had been thinking about his coming events. I said how he could admit it to me, but he wasn’t that bold yet. And when I told him that I wouldn’t be happy with his training until I was sure he would suck off any guy I brought to him, he looked like he was going to cry. I tried to make him feel better about his situation by telling him how much his position was turning me on, and how good of a job he was doing. But it fell on humiliated ears I guess.

Carlos finally arrived as I was still holding onto his hard little prick. I had to take the opportunity to tease Dave a little. I showed him how hard he was and told him Dave was just saying how he could barely wait to taste his cock today. Carlos knew I was goading him, but joined in on the fun. Then he grabbed my tit and I jumped from the instant pain of the bruising. He had geeked me more than anything. And then Carlos lifted my shirt to take a look at yesterdays’ results. His eyes showed no sorrow over what he had put me through, perhaps a mirror of what I was doing to Dave right at this very moment.

Carlos was ready for Dave. I wondered if he thought about Dave coming over every morning. He always seemed ready to take him right off. I led the poor boy to sit in his chair, and Carlos and I sat right in front of him at the foot of the bed. Damned Carlos made me take off my shirt to show off my bruises. He wanted to show Dave that things could get worse for him. Then I was told to take off my skirt. The way Dave looked at my shaven pussy reminded me that he was the only guy so far that hadn’t seen me that way. His eyes definitely said he liked his hairless honey though. But as I looked down at myself, I realized I was showing off more bruising between my legs. It wasn’t that big of a deal there, because a lot of girls are like peaches - we bruise easily. At least those weren’t sensitive. I did have to wonder how Dave thought they came about; was he blaming Carlos directly?

I nearly went nuts when Carlos teased him by asking if he wanted to see me with a lot of men. I thought for sure he was about to tell him what he had me do the day before. Soon, both of my guys had stripped down and got ready for playtime. With Dave just a couple of feet in front of us, Carlos started feeling me up and kissing away at me. He whispered in my ear that he was going to make Dave decide to get started himself today. He told me to stare at his prick now and then as if I was looking for Dave to be there. It took at least five minutes of us making out in front of him, for him to get the right idea. The last time I looked at him, Dave had his own erection at having watched me screwing around with my other guy. I giggled to Carlos how he was getting ready to do his thing. I had to stop messing with Carlos as Dave got off his chair and right on his knees in front of him. I was so enthralled to watch my boyfriend getting ready to suck my other boyfriends’ cock. It seemed so right after all; the guy with the smallest prick sucking off the guy with the biggest one. It wouldn’t have held nearly the entertainment value if it were the other way around.

Carlos congratulated him for figuring out what we had wanted him to do, and patted his head. He made it clear that Dave was going to have to do every part of this particular blowjob all by himself today. Dave started a little slow, but got into it fairly quickly. He scrunched up his eyes as if he just wanted to get it all over with, making me wonder if his pill had kicked in yet. He seemed to be testing his limits. I remembered my first few times sucking cocks and how I tried to find out how much I could take without gagging myself, and Dave seemed to being doing just that. I teased Dave by telling Carlos as he was going deep on him, that I hoped he would help me teach him to deep throat in a few days.

I couldn’t pry my eyes away from the sight before me. Dave was settling in to his situation and even started rubbing Carlos’ balls. I knew my training was really working well when he went down and licked his balls, and seemed to so lovingly suck on them. It was like he was making sure not to hurt them. He worked on his balls for quite a while, but kept pumping away at his cock with his hand. It was so obvious to me that he was taking this blowjob very seriously.

When I heard that special little grunt from Carlos that let me know that he was about to cum, Dave grabbed my hand and put it onto the back of his head. I knew my sweety was asking me to help hold his head in place, but this was all his job. He even paused to ask for my help. I tried to tell him with my eyes that I couldn’t. When Carlos told him if he couldn’t finish him on his own, he would have to go back to the first day and start all over; he got a renewed surge to complete the act. I watched his eyes roll back as he went up and down so fast on Carlos. He was rubbing his balls almost frantically. And then I watched as he lunged so deeply, he gagged himself. But he was such a trooper and held himself down as long as he could. He never gave up, and never dropped Carlos’ cock from his mouth. When I saw him swallow a couple of times and then choke, I knew Carlos was flooding him. He pulled back some, but luckily, not off. Dave continued letting Carlos release his cascade of sperm into his mouth.

Carlos sighed heavily to indicate he was done with my boyfriend, so I begged him to open up and let me see Carlos’ cum. When I indeed did see a lot there, I coaxed him into finishing his job. His face looked like he was eating raw shit, but he finally capitulated to my prompts and swallowed several times.

Dave started to get up to leave, but I stopped him and told both of my guys that now I needed some relief. Carlos found it hard to believe, that despite all my bruises, that I would still want to have him fuck me. At least until this moment, I guess he figured I was still mad at him. There was no way I could force Dave to do my bidding one minute, and then expect Carlos not to want me to do his. I had forgiven him all the torments I suffered yesterday, before supper time. He had only amused himself with sharing his toy with his playmates, right? And haven’t we been taught since we were little, that good boys and girls shared their toys. After all, I had been making plans to share mine since day one when I thought about having John take himself a blowjob from Dave.

So I had Dave suck the life back into Carlos for me, and then sent him to the kitchen where I knew he would be sitting and listening to our fucking noises. Dave had done such a great job performing for us on day three, that I wanted to be very vocal so as to torment him one last time today. As well, I was also trying to let him continue thinking that my bruising had been caused by Carlos.

Carlos must have been pleased with me for not holding a grudge. He seemed much more inclined to please me this time. He was giving me a royal fucking, but no matter what he seemed to do, even his magnificent size and rigidity wasn’t enough to get me off. Once again I found myself faking it for him. I had actually come much closer to orgasms at several points the day before. Seeing him watching me being taken so forcibly by those dirty, drunken migrants had been so much more erotic than just getting slammed into the mattress beneath me. I knew I had to tell Dave later how I was all but giving up on Carlos being able to make me cum on his own. Dave was still the only guy that ever got me to cum that way. The only exception I could remember was the first time I fucked Carlos. But I knew I hadn’t gotten off on his prick or his actions; it was because I was fucking him right in front of Dave for the first time to give him the ultimate tormenting. I remembered that just as his face showed him seething his anger at me, I shuddered my way through a rather hardy orgasm, but certainly not what I would say constituted cumming.

While Carlos got dressed, I ran my fingers over the fresh baldness of my lips, feeling his cum all over me. I asked him to send in Dave on his way out. And again as he left, I felt quite used when he barely said goodbye, and hadn’t even kissed me. I couldn’t wait for Dave to come in and finish me off. I needed to cum sooo fucking bad. When Dave came in, I noticed he was doing so rather quickly. I wondered just how interested he might be becoming in cleaning me up after Carlos had used my pussy hole. I couldn’t help but notice his gazing at me; I must have been looking like quite a feast to him, my freshly shaved baldy all spread out, complete with his favorite “dressing“ (hehe) already applied to me. I was very surprised that after the way he looked at me, he was reluctant to clean me up. I guess he wasn’t lusting for this particular duty after all. He had already done so much for me already, that instead of demanding him to clean me up, I begged him to attack my cunt. I admitted to him that Carlos had failed to get me off, yet again. So when he did finally start on sucking me off, I praised him continuously for his ability at being the only guy that could make me cum at his will. I added how he was still the only man that ever cared enough about me to worry about whether or not I even got satisfied during sex. It was for sure those men weren’t thinking about my wants at all yesterday as they hammered away at me.

It was then that I realized that the one thing he always seemed so pleased with was a smile from me as he went about making me quiver in delight. So, I shot him a huge one. I knew I had to find him a reward. I decided I was going to start looking for the hottest, prettiest little thing I could find for him. Making sure he didn’t know how to find her again was my only worry. I just couldn’t give him such a good fuck that he would even momentarily think about taking the opportunity to leave me. His training wasn’t to that point yet. But he certainly did deserve the best damn reward I could muster for him.

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