The Devil's Skin

Roger woke up  to see the enormous bed littered with naked boys. Still without chastity their morning hardons were at full mast. A couple of those hardons had fists wrapped around them, still sleeping. Roger thought  'we're a bunch of slutty sex addicts' with a smile as he stroked his own hardon. 

Crawling over to Lyn, Roger started stroking his fellow sub's hardon , the harder it grew the more tempting it became. All the sex the night before was fresh on his mind and served as catalyst to his growing need  to sit on the gorgeous dick in his hand. 

Not wanting to wake the sleeping boys, facing away Roger stealthily maneuvered to hover over the stiff temptation, then quietly and slowly he slid his still lubed butthole onto Lyn's morning 'wood'. . Roger  felt the sweet pressure and bobbed just  enough to feel Lyn's  dick head rub his warming prostate. 'Gawd that feels good '

Closing his eyes Roger imagined the action taking place in his butt. He saw Lyn's mushroom-headed dick softly brush against the hot spot. 'I wish I could do this, feel this, forever'

As he rode the hard dick he felt a warm mouth engulf his own throbbing penis, opening his eyes he found a grinning Paul making eye contact, dick firmly between his lips. 

Roger placed his hands on the back of Paul's bald head, not exerting pressure, just resting, he enjoyed the added physical connection. The eye contact continued as Paul, seeming to not be in any hurry, began a ritual learned at the Academy. Roger's dick was soon at the back of Paul's mouth, ready to slip into that welcoming tight warmth of the throat. After a few seconds Paul ran his tongue along the hard dick registering and paying particular attention to each bulging vein, flicking his tongue into the slit, then licking the hard pole top to bottom, on all sides. Eye contact and smiles never waning. 

Paul licked, then sucked one of Roger's balls into the wetness of his mouth, his tongue licked circles around the sweet jewel. Then the second testicle received similar stimulation until Paul had both in his mouth and began sucking and tugging. 

Roger's hands directed Paul's head, lightly pressing as both balls were being sucked. The sensation, coupled with the attention to  his prostate made him close his eyes and tilt back his head to utter a low groan of satisfaction. When he opened his eyes the slit of a penis crowded his vision and began rubbing against his lips. His tongue eased out and lightly flicked that slit in warm greeting. 

Lyn began taking control of himself fucking Roger by changing the gentle g-spot rubbing to a flat out prostate attack, pushing his body up off the floor to penetrate Roger's ass as deeply as he could. Roger responded by pushing down to meet the upward thrusts. 

At the same time Paul had begun sucking in earnest, cupping and squeezing Roger's balls as he deepthroated the now saliva  coated dick. Gene was holding Roger's head as he forced his dick deeper and deeper until the gagging, sloshing sounds began. 

Roger felt his scintillated prostate being pounded  as he gagged on Gene's dick breaking  into his throat. His own dick was throbbing, straining to keep from cumming. This,  he wanted to go on all day. 'This is all I want. This is all I ever wanted. To be totally used, at someone else's command. No free will, just squat here and have fuckholes hammered by demanding masters.' He found his concentration darting from one assault to another. The combination of sensations becoming overwhelming. 

Paul seemed determined to suck out Roger's morning load. He wanted to taste the sweet-salty  liquid in his mouth, stirring  it with his tongue, not wanting to spit not wanting yet  to swallow. Just to  savor the piquant hard-won  delicacy. Paul tongued Roger's sensitive dick head and repeatedly forced the tip of  his tongue into the slit. Paul's  sucking had become loud, not quite gagging he subconsciously willed this manhood  to shoot its cum into his  mouth. 

When Paul felt Roger begin trembling, tasted the oozing  drops of precum teasing, previewing the sweetness to come, he stopped sucking. His tongue again found Roger's scrotum as he roughly sucked the tender balls into his mouth. 

Roger groaned at the sudden stab of pain and his orgasm faded into the growing  mass of sensations. Paul continued sucking until Roger began trying to pull  his testicles from the mouth's firm grip, his  hardon softening  

Paul again sucked  Roger's dick to the back of his mouth, feeling it slowly grow harder and longer. He had edged himself while blowing Roger, denying his orgasm. 

Lyn still struggled to push his hardness into the warm hole sitting on him. Buster, not to be left out ground his  crotch into Lyn's mouth. His clitoris had swollen against the boy's tongue and he felt an orgasm building. 

Charles and Master Wintermen stood just inside the boys bedroom watching the five member orgy, as it appeared they were all reaching climax. 

"Fifty bucks say they all cum together " Charles stood, arms crossed, secretly wishing he too was somehow wound into the knot of flesh writhing on the bed. 

"Never happen. The trannie cums first" Wintermen was enjoying the noisy display, hand on his rapidly rising erection. Their morning had begun  with  fuckboy blowing them both in turn. Charles always woke up first and got blown first, keeping the cum in his mouth, the fuckboy's mouth captured Wintermen's cock, spreading Charles's cum over it. Wintermen had held fuckboy's head tight as he hammered  the small boys throat until the juice had been all sucked from him. 

Regardless, they both were stimulated by the orgy in progress. 

"I think we should start filming this bunch. They're much better than the others. "

Charles regarded his partner "After what we saw last night and in the dungeon we should give them each a fan page and link them to the website. Alex outdid himself this time. These guys rock. Real pigs!"

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Rhys sat with the therapist, his hands under his butt. He wore what he always wore and felt self conscious, out of place. The building  was big and sleek, the lobby as big as the parking lot. 

The man sitting across from him held a pad and pen, they sat in silence. 

"Rhys, I know you're worried about Wiley. He's been kept in the coma for a week now, I think they want to wake him up. I want to be ready to talk with him, can you help me?"

Dr. Patch spoke calmly, in an effort to help Rhys feel comfortable enough to talk.  

"It was his father!" Rhys's whispered. Head bowed. 

"Father? I thought he was an orphan. Weren't you two adopted?"

"He was ten or eleven. He shit his pants at school, his father got so mad he made Wiley wear his dirty underpants over his head for the rest of the day."

"Oh my god. He was so young. That must have been a horribly traumatic time"

"He got clean, took what he could grab, some change he'd been trying to save, and his miniature Mickey Mouse and left."

"Where did he go?"

"A friend'a house. He let Wiley stay in the basement. He stayed there till he was thirteen. Then he was in the streets"

"This all seems to fit with the dreams and hallucinations he's been having.  It'll certainly be a starting point"

Rhys shuffled in his seat, he had promised his boyfriend/partner that he would never tell anyone. Rhys wanted to cry. But he wanted Wiley more than anyone, more than anything. 

"I'm going to the hospital, if they wake him up I need to be there. He has to know I'm there. ........Doctor, we're all we have". 

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Wintermen had been right. Buster bent a pillow  around Lyn's head and used it to brace himself as his  second orgasm wracked  his body. Not moving, Lyn's tongue was still working. 

Paul was waiting for Roger to get close to an orgasm again so they could both finish  close to the same time. He anticipated the warm salty cum in his mouth as well as the gooey cum soon to cover his right hand. Paul  had always loved the taste of cum, especially his own. Roger's dick head had engorged pre-climax and Paul's stroking became more urgent. Roger shot first, despite the dick in his throat making him choke-gurgle. As his cum climbed its way to Paul's mouth, Roger was able to quell the gurgling just long enough for Gene to rapid fuck his mouth and then rest his dick head on the tongue in order to deliver its milky gift. 

Paul's gooey hand raised up to his waiting tongue, to be met by Roger and Gene each with outstretched tongues.

Sated, smiling to one another the five wrapped their arms around each other to form a sweaty, cum-smelling, sticky tangle of flesh. The sex addicts looked forward to this, the touches, the sticky skin. 

In the shower the boys entered to find Gene laying in the tile floor. Roger was the first to step up and release his morning piss all over Gene's smiling face and open mouth. Soon all the penises were emptying their bladders on the prone boy. As their streams ebbed, Buster squatted over Gene's open mouth, he too added to the accumulation swallowed into the boys stomach. 'True sex-addict-cum-pig-sluts', they actually hadn't come to a name yet. 

Charles walked into to the bedroom to find all five boys in the washroom. All appeared to be douching. Since this function usually requires privacy it was a surprise to see them helping one another. 

Charles watched as Paul was emptying his rectum into Gene's mouth so he could see what the strawberry flavored water tasted like fresh from the butt. The other boys were unconcerned, not watching. 

"That's a picture I'll never get to forget" Charles's comment came as a surprise, evidenced by the startled looks on the boy's faces. 

"Good news, bitches."

The boys all fell to their knees and assumed the prescribed attitude.  

"Get up. Get up. Your master was so impressed with your work last night, AND my attention to your strengths in the dungeon he's asked me to deliver a little surprise"

The boys stood awkwardly, bunching together. 

"Probation is officially concluded. No more chastity unless warranted, you may speak when spoken to, you have a limited  run of the house."

The boys's mouths gaped. 

"We've decided to video you and add those videos to our website. We can discuss details over breakfast. "

Charles left the room. Then returned 

"You will insert the buttplugs as they were before. Put on the collars and leashes. See you in the kitchen"

Charles closed the door as he left the bedroom. 

"Well that's a shock. Damn it, I always enjoy probation best" Paul was obviously unhappy with the turn of events. 

Buster was on the bed, leaning back, expertly cleaning the labia on his pussy "I'm stoked!  Videos. Like the live streaming we did. Can't wait. Maybe they'll film a gangbang where all the guys from last night tag my holes. Fuck!! I'm wet already just thinking about it"

"Whatever. ......I wonder where the kitchen is"

The kitchen was huge and smelled good. The table had been set, like the Academy, the cuisine was hot cereal, fruit, juice and bottled water. The only difference being that the bottled water was carbonated. 

The kitchen seemed to blend into a living room or really large den, a sliding patio door led to a huge swimming pool. 

"Boys, your master has decided you are to take a full day off. Use the pool. Be careful of staying in the sun too long. Use sun block, it's in a cabinet outside. We want you to remain as much how you are possible.   No sunburn.  Tomorrow we start work. Leave those plugs where they are"

Charles picked up a banana and headed out of the room. 

"Hey guys, there's somebody outside already"

Paul had wandered to the slider, his nose close to the glass. 

"Shit, look at that ass"

Everyone had gathered to look out on the patio. Fuckboy was laying on a chaise, face down with his legs slightly parted showing off a glittering diamond-looking buttplug. The tan buttcheeks were smooth like theirs but a red heart had been tattooed on one cheek. As if he knew he was being watched, fuckboy raised his butt to reveal another tattoo on his perineum. It was black with something catching the sun, like a piecing. 

"Fuck me!! I want one of them!" Buster leaned against the glass with his  nose touching. 

It didn't take much for the boys to end up outside, properly slathered with the clear sun blocker. Chatting amongst themselves, ogling the tan fuckboy, they dangled their feet in the warm water.

The fuckboy paid them no attention and eventually gathered  his things and went inside. 

"If we were at the Academy we would be getting fucked right now. What the hell?"

Paul was clearly unhappy with "having a day off". 

"So let's fuck." Buster was ready. 

"You know what I mean. Aren't these extended outcalls just about fucking the pretty boys?"

Paul had splashed water toward Buster. 

"Who's prettier than the hottie who just walked inside?  Abs, tiny little bubble butt, tatoos and piercings, that kid is the poster boy for every gay porn video I've ever seen". 

"Paul, that hottie is IN porn. I recognized him from the piercing. I think Master Wintermen and Charles are making porn here and we're gonna be part of it. Personally I like the idea. We're young, we're pretty and we're the most dedicated sex addicts there are. "

Roger was right, they all new it. 

"What the hell, we fucked all day at the Academy and now we fuck here, hopefully, all day"  Buster was definitely on board. Well, they all were. In truth they were ecstatic. Some outcalls call the boys are made to cook and clean and whatever as well as fuck. This might be more suited to their proclivities. 

The morning ended with a swim and some water volleyball, then, Charles called them in for a noon washroom break. 

"Double-douche boys. The boss has some unexpected company."

Master Wintermen stood with a group of men discussing something the boys couldn't hear. They had been told to take the kneeling position and wait for their master. It had been an hour, the men's discussions had gotten heated at one point but smoothed over and they ended up laughing. All the men eyed the boys briefly while the talk went on. Wide smiles and lascivious glares had the boys hard and Buster wet. At last some roughing up.....maybe. 

"Ok, sounds like we can get busy, no more fighting over which boy  you get. Let's get started" the men with Master Wintermen ambled toward the kneeling boys, each indicating who went with whom. 

Paul was  ordered to his hands and knees and led by his leash out of the room. Gene ended up over the shoulder of one, while the others were just motioned to follow. They filed into a large room set up for filming.  Lights, sound equipment and shelves overloaded with BDSM  accessories. Six sets, five were set up for use. The first walled set looked like a  hotel room. A large bed, nondescript wall art and plain furniture , and a door to complete what would appear be a hotel room. 

Gene was tossed into the bed while the man reached up to pull down a horizontally hung round wooden pole. 

Gene's legs were hung over the pole, the man then begun looping rope around the boys body tying him to make him unable to move. A gag was placed in his mouth. This harness was raised to leave Gene suspended, his ass showing off his jeweled buttplug while his head had been angled backward, held in place by a leather strap. The bed had been removed. Gene hung while the man gauged the placement of his face and his ass. With a pat on the boy's unexpected boner the man left. 

Gene began fantasizing about what was going to happen to him, hoping for rough ass and throat. He imagined a fucking machine set on high, then ball busting, maybe electric dildos and vibrators. 

He wasn't aware he was getting all the above plus some he hadn't counted on. 

His pretty buttplug had been replaced with an estim dildo, his hardon had been connected to the estim as well. 

Master Wintermen took in the sight. He decided this boy was ready. Picking up a remote he pushed a button and set the-remote  on a nearby piece of furniture, then walked away. A videographer started his video recording. The remote control for Gene's estim was set on a ninety second loop to start the electro intensity at its lowest level and increase until the highest level of electo stimulation pulsed through the boys ass and dick. 

Gene had been hooked up to electo before, he knew what to expect. At first it'll feel kinda nice, then less comfortable and then just plain painful, but at max power he knows he'll spasm into a stiff arch until the power decreases. Depending on how long this session lasts, it will become tougher and tougher to handle. He knew he'd lose  the sweet hardon he had.

He also knew it was going to be worth it.