Straight Roommates Enslaved

… Michael smirked and spoke nonchalantly to the perfect stranger in the adjacent booth.

“Tell me if you’ve ever even HEARD anything like this. One of my slaves was experiencing pretty severe withdrawal symptoms…

“Withdrawal?”

“Yeah, once they’re addicted into human cocksleeves and I find some other guy whose life I want to ruin. Jake was really struggling when I moved out and he made me an offer I couldn’t refuse to get me back, even for a little while. He convinced his dad and brother to come visit for a week. It took three days but ….”

…………

Roger Penrose groaned and tried to think how events had led to this moment. He watched in shock as his son Jake’s roommate, Michael, fucked his other son Tommy in the ass on Jake’s own bed. Tommy lay flat on his stomach as Michael drove almost a foot of the thickest dick Roger had ever seen in and out of his virgin hole, his face pressed into the sheets, turned in the direction of his father. Tommy’s eyes were unfocused and all he seemed capable of doing was weakly grunting every time Michael slammed into him.

Michael stopped his thrusting, his monster cock buried to the hilt.

“Oh, fuck, Tommy boy! Y’know, if I was blindfolded, I think I could still tell that you and Jakey were brothers because your assholes grip me the same way.”

Michael’s bellows of laughter were evil personified. He started long-dicking the older Penrose brother again.

Roger remembered how excited he and Tommy had been to take the flight out to visit Jake. It had been two years since they’d all been together. Jake had seemed different. Withdrawn, meek, and guilty looking. And seemingly subservient to his old roommate, Michael, who was also gonna be staying over during the visit. 

Roger had felt a little jealous, hoping to maximize the time spent with just him and his two sons but that feeling had ebbed quickly. Michael was friendly, intelligent, well mannered, and he knew how to have a good time. 

The patriarch of the Penrose family didn’t think he could really keep pace with the three young men but the drinks were always flowing, the joints were always at hand, and when Michael offered to do some lines, Roger didn’t want to be hypocritical. Like so many others, he had dabbled in coke in his youth and he was too wasted to muster some dusty old anti-drug homily. 

The first night Roger had slept in Michael’s old room and Michael, Jake and Tommy had all stayed in Jake’s. The two rooms were adjacent and Roger half-remembered waking to some strange noises coming through the walls and his dreams were troubled.

The next morning, Michael was the only one who didn’t look haggard from the previous night’s festivities. Both Jake and Tommy looked utterly exhausted, Tommy, especially. And what was weirder was that Tommy’s lips and the skin area around his mouth looked chapped and almost raw. And Tommy’s eyes had the look of someone who had been crying for a great length of time.

When Roger had asked Tommy if he was alright, Tommy’s “Yeah, sure” seemed like it was coming from a mile away and he didn’t make eye contact with his father for the reply or for the rest of their late breakfast.

When they’d all showered and gotten ready to go out to catch a baseball game, Michael had said he and Tommy weren’t 100% and they were gonna hang back and keep recovering. Roger was disappointed but it was only a few hours out of the whole week and he was looking forward to some one on one time with Jake.

If only he’d known what Michael could do to Tommy with a few hours of one–on-one time, he would never have left him behind.

Now, it was too late. Far too late.

There was a second night of hard partying which he didn’t remember huge chunks of and a third in which he’d blacked out pretty quickly only to find himself awakening to witness the previously unthinkable.

In his booze-and-drug addled brain, Roger really took notice of Michael’s body. Michael was built to dominate, 6 foot 2, heavily muscled with the look of endurance training, as well. He had always been able to aesthetically appreciate the male form but something about Michael’s presence and the way he moved and spoke made Roger appreciate his physique in a new way.

Michael had one huge hand pressing Tommy’s face into the mattress and the other held both of Tommy’s wrists behind him at the small of his back while he never broke the rhythm of his downward thrusts.

“Have you thought about my proposal some more? It’s pretty generous, I think. Win-win!”

Roger whimpered and tested the ropes tying his hands and feet to the chair which had been brought into the bedroom and positioned about 8 feet away from the bed. No good. Not even a little give. He should have felt a little more self-conscious about being naked but that was far from the most fucked up thing about this scenario.

He was so ashamed. He was starting to consider accepting Michael’s proposal. 

His eyes drifted down from the depravity on the bed to the depravity directly in front of him. Since the moment he’d awoken tied this chair, forced to watch Tommy being defiled by this twisted sadist, his other son Jake had been naked on his hands and knees enthusiastically blowing him.

And after all the initial yelling in horror and revulsion and then all the twisting and turning in his restraints, Roger had learned a terrible, horrifying truth; his son Jake could suck a mean dick.

Roger had already been semi-hard from whatever had preceded the blackout and getting tied to the chair. But within the first minute, Jake had licked and sucked him to full rigidity. For the next 15 minutes, Jake had maintained a steady, slow rhythm bobbing up and down on his 7 inches. And for the last hour or so, it was impossible to tell how much time had really passed, Jake had alternated between that slow deliberate bobbing and giving Roger’s shaft and balls the most exquisite tongue bath.

At some point, the slow buildup to orgasm had become uncomfortable, then it had become painful, and finally, Roger had been groaning in agony. His balls were full to bursting and he needed release.

“Isn’t Jake amazing? The first time he sucked me off he could only take about 4 inches before gagging and he was way too impatient for my load. But I taught you that good things come for cunts who wait, didn’t I?”

Jake responded with his lips in his father’s pubes deepthroating the cock that had sired him with a moan (the vibrations felt amazing) and a garbled “um-huhn.”

“He can do that all night, Mr. Penrose. Would you like that?”

“You’re sick! Oh, god, fuck!”

“I’m used to getting blown by Jake all night but you don’t look so great. Do you need to blow your load? In your son’s mouth?”

Roger gritted his teeth and shook his head. Jake’s tongue began sliding back and forth under the head of his dick (it had taken Jake’s mother months to figure out that that was a weak point of his when they had started dating in college. His son was a fast learner and a far superior cocksucker).

Michael gripped Tommy’s hair tight and pulled his head off the mattress as far as it would go. Tommy groaned in pain and… something else…., gritting his teeth. Michael went from deep-dicking his tight ass to shorter thrusts buried almost all the way in.

“It seems like we both want some satisfaction so I’ll make you a deal. If you beg me, really sincerely beg me to cum deep in your son’s ass, then I’ll allow Jake to finish you off with that oh-so-talented mouth of his. Sounds fair?”

“Fuck you!”

“Brave words. Let’s give it another half hour.”

At some point in the next half hour, Roger had managed to push past the pain of his full-to-bursting balls and had roared defiance at Michael and Jake. Then, he had hurled homophobic slurs at his son and the young man who’d turned him out, denounced both of them as perverted freaks. Then he had begun begging Jake to untie him and help him end this insanity. All the while, Jake had seemed deaf to his words. The only time he would stop giving the most succulent blowjob of Roger’s life was to briefly take a swig of water from a nearby bottle before resuming the oral plearuring.

And then, after all the condemnations and bigoted statements towards his own son, the ultimate humiliation (for the next five minutes or so).

“Please, Jake. Make me cum. Please!”

Roger’s abject humiliation had about as much effect on Jake as all the other things he’d said.

“Oof, that must have been tough to say, Papa Penrose. But being my slave changes a man’s loyalties. You’ll see. What do you think of my offer? I breed Tommy, you feed Jake.”

As Michael spoke, Jake had stopped his bobbing and was slowly running his tongue around the head of Roger’s cock. And for the first time, Jake leaned back enough so his father could look him in the eyes and also see Jake’s erection. 

Jake’s mouth popped off his father’s dick. He smiled devilishly and licked from Roger’s balls all the way up his shaft before continuing the slow circling motion around the head.

There was no way out. Jake was now Michael’s plaything and an eager participant in anything  Michael could dream up in his twisted mind. It had taken one hour and forty-two minutes to completely break his resolve.

“Do it. Please.”

Michael picked up the pace. “Do what, Mr Penrose?”

“Cum inside. Let me cum, too.”

“Cum inside what, Mr. Penrose? I’m gonna need specifics.”

“Cum inside … him.”

“Him, who? I need a name.” Michael’s breathing had picked up and the smile on his face was malevolent as he power fucked Tommy’s ass. The bed squeaked and the headboard had begun to smash into the wall. The plaster was cracking.

“Cum inside… Tommy.”

“Cum inside him where?! And what’s your relationship with this Tommy person whose pussy I’m pounding?! Put it all together, you stupid slut!”

“Cum inside my son Tommy’s ass.”

“I couldn’t hear that. Louder, cunt!”

“CUM INSIDE MY SON TOMMY’S ASS!”

Michael laughed maniacally and drove the knife in deeper.  “What’s the magic word, slave?”

“Please! CUM IN MY SON’S ASS, PLEASE!”

“Well, if you insist.”

If Roger thought that Michael had been fucking his oldest son hard before, Michael seemed determined to redefine that term. Tommy’s groans became higher pitched, sounding more and more like the bitch Michael was turning him into.

Tommy locked eyes with his father and struggled to speak as his breath was being fucked out of him.

He finally managed a weak “... dad … “

Tears welled in Roger’s eyes.

Again, Tommy pleaded “... dad…”

Roger was ashamed of his betrayal and his inability to do anything to help the son who called out to him now.

He asked for forgiveness “... I’m sorry, Tom…”

Tommy finally finished speaking “Dad…dy.”

And Roger finally noticed his son’s ass bouncing up to meet Michael’s big dick.

“Daddyyyyy! Please, daddy.”

“AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!” Michael laughed as he started filling Tommy’s ass with about a gallon of cum.

Tommy groaned and shot his own load onto the sheets under him. Michael’s thrusts shoved Tommy’s crotch onto the mess he’d made.

And Jake had begun furiously bobbing up and down on Roger’s dick, moaning like a cheap whore the whole time.

“Oh, fuckkkkkkkkkkk!” Roger thrust his hips in time with Jake’s bobbing, fucking his son’s face as he finally came. Every muscle tensed and he came harder than he had since he was a teenager. Jake swallowed every drop and kept sucking, trying to coax more from his father’s balls, all to please his new daddy.

When Michael finally pulled out of Tommy’s ass, a fountain of cum followed it. Tommy lay flat on the bed as the excess left him, eyes rolled back into his head and barely conscious.

“Sorry about that, Mr. Penrose. But you stopped being his daddy around the second inning of yesterday’s game. Well, that concludes the opener. Who’s ready for the main event?” Michael said gleefully, his already re-hardened cock pointing at Roger, drops of his seed falling to the bare wood floor as he made his way to the chair .

“What am I thinking? This has to be a whole family affair.”, Michael turned, gripped Tommy’s hair, and dragged him off the bed. Tommy yelped like a beat dog, gripped Michael’s wrist and scrambled to keep up. The sadistic stud threw Tommy to the floor right next to his brother.

Roger was still recovering from being edged into a mind shattering orgasm from his youngest child. Michael didn’t seem to need any recovery time. He lowered himself onto his knees behind Jake, sandwiched the underside of his huge shaft between Jake’s cheeks, and slapped his ass hard. 

“Again, you stupid whore. And work my dick, too.”

Jake moaned “Daddy!” as he once again took his father’s erection into his warm, wet mouth while simultaneously grinding back and forth against his master’s monstrous weapon. There was no question who “Daddy” meant now.

Roger stared in disbelief as Jake began to blow him once again, his post-nut limpness vanishing in less than 30 seconds. He was hard as a rock just two minutes after the orgasm he’d betrayed both his sons to get.

“I know what you’re thinking. 

And, yes, Jake did invite you guys here for this. 

And, yes, Jake really has been enthusiastically helping me turn Tommy into another one of my soulless two-hole cumbuckets. Do you wanna see what you missed Monday night after you crashed?”

Roger didn’t answer. Jake’s slobbery blowjob had his eyes squeezed shut trying not to ejaculate again. So he didn’t see the tablet that Michael leaned down to grab from the foot of the chair.

“I like to capture magic moments so I can revisit them. Especially when two brothers discover they share a common interest.” Michael woke the tablet and pressed play on a video that had been queued up for this exact moment.

…………

“Now, that was a lie. I don’t film the breaking of new bitches so I can watch them later.” Michael’s voice sounded mildly guilty but still mischievous.

The man in the booth gripped the bench tighter and began fidgeting with his legs. The movement of his pants against his erection felt good.

“W-Why do you make these… recordings, then?” he replied tremulously.

“A preview.”

“A preview?” 

“For some future bitch. To show them what they’re destined to be. Would you like to see one?”

The man shuddered and opened his mouth to say “no” but “I-I don’t think that’s necessary.” came out instead.

“But how can you really believe I did all those things to all these men without some HARD evidence? What if I’m just making all of this up? I need you to believe I’ve done all these wicked things. That these guys were totally straight, usually homophobic before I made them plead on their bellies like slugs for one more ride on my foot-long bitchmaker.”

The man suppressed a groan and spurted in his pants a bit.

…………

Roger knew that he was going to see something disturbing but it took a little while for all the details to come into focus. He saw Michael’s gigantic dick fill up the center screen. He was lying on Jake’s bed. He saw Tommy, eyes red, face covered in spit and cum, naked on all fours with his lips fucking STRETCHED around Michael’s meat with only about 5 inches taken in. 

Tommy’s whole body retched as he tried to do more. Tears fell from his eyes and thick drool coated the bottom half of Michael’s cock. The camera pulled back a little to see Jake lying at Michael’s side, grinding his dick into Michael’s side, licking and sucking on one of Michael’s nipples and, heartbreakingly, one arm reaching out to grab the top of Tommy’s head and repeatedly gag him on the first(but far from last) dick he’d ever sucked.

The muscles in Tommy’s arms flexed and he pushed himself up, a long strand of spit and precum connecting his lips to the crown of Michael’s dick. He gasped for breath.

“Pleash… can’t breave. …” Tommy pleaded with haggard eyes.

“I don’t feel like you appreciate your new position, Tommy.” Michael turned the camera to frame Jake alternating between biting Michael’s right nipple, licking it and sucking hard on it. “Explain to your brother, slut.”

Jake immediately unlatched himself from his evil god’s body and swiftly crawled to Tommy’s side. With one hand he grabbed Michael’s impressive appendage and pumped it up and down a few times. With the other he gripped the back of his brother’s neck and pushed him down until Michael’s cock eclipsed his whole face.

“It’s hard to see it at first”, Jake started smacking Tommy’s face with his master’s steely column. Tommy winced each time but kept his gaze, cross-eyed and fearful, locked on it. 

Jake moved him up and down Michael’s whole length by the scruff of his neck, pressed hard against the underside of the shaft. “Then, Michael shows up and takes over your life.” Jake’s voice sounded far away and dreamy, contrasted sharply with the rough treatment he was doling out.

He pulled his brother up and put the head of Michael’s monster cock at Tommy’s lips, rubbing it back and forth. “You try to fight.” Tommy was breathing harder. “He LOVES that.” Tommy’s mouth opened. 

“Tell him you’re straight.” Jake shoved his brother’s face further and further down Michael’s pole. Tommy gagged and his arms flailed. 

“While you gag on his dick.” Halfway down. 

“Rock hard.” Three-quarters

“The whole time.” Tommy’s lips in Michael’s pubes. Eyes bugging out, staring up into the camera.

“Feel it build up inside you.” Jake pulled Tommy’s head up 11 and a half inches.

“Past the point.” Straight down. Tears flowing. 

“Of no return.” All the way up. Fear in his eyes.

“And then.” Pushed down. Held down. “It happens.”

Tommy began convulsing. “Uhn…. uhhnnn… guh!”

The camera moved to the side showing Tommy’s throat distended by Michael’s bitchmaker. Tommy’s abs contracted and his dick spewed onto the sheets beneath him.

“He owns you.” Jake released his grip on his younger brother who immediately pulled himself up 10 inches 

“Body…

Tommy’s eyes, tearfilled and bloodshot, locked with Michael’s…

and soul.”

As Tommy purposefully slid his lips halfway down Michael’s dick again.

Michael’s voice sounded shocked. “Tommy, did you cum JUST from sucking my dick? Does your dad know that BOTH his sons are faggots? When do you think we should tell….” 

This verbal degradation snapped Tommy from the spell he was falling under (momentarily) and he dislodged Michael’s inches from his throat, erupting into sobs.

“Uh…huh… huh… I’m nu-nu-not gay.”

“Sigh”, Michael left the shot focused on Tommy, moved swiftly to the foot of the bed, gripped both of Tommy’s feet and yanked him about a foot back. Tommy’s arms slid out and he fell flat onto the bed face-first into his own spunk.

Michael moved up and gripped Tommy by his hair and pushed down hard, creating a divot in the mattress’s surface. Tommy’s arms flailed as he struggled to breathe through the sheets and his own semen.

“First off, it’s rude to interrupt. Secondly, I don’t mind when my bitches make a mess.” Michael let up on the pressure a little. Tommy’s head came up a bit only to be dragged repeatedly left and right through the cum puddle he made.

Michael finally released his hold and Tommy gasped for air. But it was only a brief reprieve. Michael flipped him on his back and moved to the head of the bed again facing Tommy’s prone body.

Tommy began pleading the moment he could get a word out “please…. stop…. I’m sorr…” but Michael seized the moment during one of his indrawn breaths and filled his mouth with the head of his seemingly permanent hardon. “fuh….gurg. ….hmmm….”

“And it’s impolite to talk with your mouth stuffed but I’ll allow it.” The camera showed Tommy’s nostrils flaring trying to catch his breath again and the tears leaking from his eyes. Michael reached behind him and handed it to Jake.  “Here, pussy. Get a better shot of the action.”

While slowly fucking Tommy’s mouth, Michael trailed one hand across Tommy’s face, collecting most of the cum he’d been shoved into. With the other hand, he gripped one of Tommy’s ankles and pulled it up and towards him and then down to his left side, effectively putting all of Tommy’s weight on his shoulders and neck and putting his dick directly above his own face.

Michael then took two of his cum coated fingers and pushed them into Tommy’s ass. Surprised by the invasion, Tommy’s body thrashed but Michael’s cock and fingers held him in place.

“Now, as to that denial of being another one of my fag whores.” Michael plunged his fingers in and out of Tommy’s asshole while his cock pumped Tommy’s mouth. The camera captured his helplessness and his 6 inch dick as it hardened and then began drooling two foot strands of precum onto his own face. He moaned, muffled by Michael’s meat.

“I don’t think your position is really defensible.” Michael’s fingers reached deeper and began ruthlessly working Tommy’s prostate as he power fucked Tommy’s mouth.

“Again. You’re a cum hungry faggot like your brother, RIGHT?” 

Tommy’s body, bent in half over itself, spasmed and twitched and he mewled, high pitched around the apple-sized head of Michael’s cock.  

He broke, “Yeshhhhhh”, and screamed his agreement as Michael worked another bitchgasm out of him. Tommy’s dick added another load to his already semen slathered face.

Michael emphasized the moment by letting go, first cumming in Tommy’s mouth until it overflowed and then pulling out to completely drench his face and upper chest in his new owner’s seed. 

Michael pulled his fingers out of Tommy’s ass, letting him flop onto the bed. He laid back on the bed and watched his new slave sputter and cough and try to recover until he lay still, overwhelmed.

“That’s alright, slut. You’ll learn how to guzzle my cum in no time. Jake, clean him up.”

The camera was set to the side to capture Jake crawling over his semi-conscious brother and began lapping at the mixture of his god’s gift and his brother’s nut. He licked Tommy’s neck and face and shoulders and soul kissed him to suck out any remnants from his mouth.

…………

Roger watched the clip end feeling even more terrified of their tormentor and ever more so on the cusp of another orgasm as Jake’s bobbing mouth maintained its relentless pace. A sound had begun emanating from Jake’s throat and it took him a moment to realize this wasn’t some new oral technique Michael had trained him in. Jake’s ass wriggled back and forth against Michael’s huge dick and the sound he was making was whining, like he was a starving dog.

“Oooh, boy. Papa Penrose, you should see Jake’s asshole winking at me. I think it’s Morse Code for ‘Deposit loads here.’ BAHAHAHAHA. Jake, do you need some dick?”

Jake’s whole body shuddered like a junkie in deep withdrawal and he screamed in frustration around his father’s shaft, spittle spraying on Mr. Penrose’s balls.

“I think that means ‘yes.’ Okay, you earned it.” Michael winked and smiled at Penrose before plunging all 11 and a half inches (creeping up to 12 with the truly mind-breaking perversity he was orchestrating).

Jake moaned long and hard and began sobbing in rapturous joy, the tears running down his face into his father’s crotch to mix with all the saliva and cum pooled there.

Michael’s hips began picking up speed. He leaned down to his right and smacked the semi-conscious Tommy’s ass. “GET UP, CUNT!!! You’re missing all the family bonding. We’re gonna need your help with something.”

Tommy’s eyes were half-lidded from his mistreatment and more than a little recreational drug use (which he didn’t really choose to partake in after the first day of the visit). “Wha should I do, dad-dy?”

“First, kneel there so you and your father can watch the video I made during the game yesterday. Might help him wrap his head around your new loyalties.” Michael positioned the tablet so it was resting at the small of Jake’s back as Michael railed him from behind. His other hand smacked Jake’s ass hard, eliciting a pained yelp followed by a slow, sultry moan. “Work our dicks, slut, while I provide color commentary.”

Jake began bouncing back and forth between his father’s and daddy’s dicks, moaning all the while. Michael hit play on the video.

A shot from the apartment’s foyer showing Jake leaving with his father for the baseball game, closing the door behind. A panning shot turned to show Tommy sitting slumped on the large sofa, his head hanging low. 

The camera moved swiftly until Michael was standing directly in front and above him. 

“Hey, Tommy, you ready for the next three hours?”

Tommy’s voice quavered as his whole body trembled and tears formed in his eyes as he said “I …uh…don’t think I can do any more… of that… stuff. I’ve never….”

“Oof, I’m gonna have to deduct points for a lack of originality. Every guy I meet says that.” The camera’s pov shifted and the sound of rustling clothing could be heard. Michael had taken his shirt off and the camera panned down to show his washboard abs and the obscene protrusion tenting his pants. Without a belt to constrain it the top of his python was visible.

Tommy’s eyes locked onto that irresistibly tempting bulge and he could be seen visibly gulping.

“How about this? All you gotta do is answer some questions truthfully and we’ll call the whole thing off.” Hope kindled in Tommy’s eyes. “But if you lie, even a little, then you’re mine.”

“Did your dick get hard when you started stroking me with your brother during our little jerkoff sesh yesterday?”

“Um, yeah. But it was already hard from the porn we were watching and jerking myself off.”

“But it did get harder when you wrapped your hand around my unbelievably huge cock, didn’t it?” A note of aggression had crept in at the end of Michael’s question and he gripped his dick at the same time to accentuate his point.

Tommy paused for a moment, tore his eyes away from what was becoming the new center of his universe and looked up. He thought better of whatever lie he was fabricating and responded “Yeah, I guess.”

“And it wasn’t even a minute after Jake made the suggestion that you opened those slutty lips wide for my meat?”

“Yeah, I suppose it was around a minute.”

“And when Jake let go of the back of your head, didn’t you hesitate from pulling that hot mouth off my dick completely? Didn’t you bob up and down once or twice without your brother’s encouragement? To try to please me?”

Once again, a moment’s pause. “Maybe. I-I don’t know.” Tommy’s face conveyed the soul searching he was doing to come to terms with what Michael and his brother had done to him and how pleasurable it had been (despite the humiliation or because of it).

“Has this trip down memory lane and the sight of me and my queermaker made you rock hard right now?”

Panic on Tommy’s face and an extra long pause as he tried to sink into the couch “Nuh-no…. not at all.”

“Ohhhhh, so fucking close!” And with that Michael reached down and ripped Tommy’s t-shirt off of him. “You lying little tease.” 

Tommy tried to jump up and get away but Michael shoved him down hard, undid the knot on Tommy’s sweatpants, and pulled them and his boxer briefs down and off in one smooth motion (like he’d had a couple hundred chances to practice that move already).

Tommy’s six incher was so hard it was pointing at a forty-five degree angle above vertical.

“Oh, what a wicked web we weave…” Michael said with unrestrained delight in his voice before grabbing Tommy’s head and pulling him mouth-first towards his erection (still barely constrained by his jeans).

At first, Michael just ground his latest victim’s face and mouth onto the outline of his cock. Tommy’s arms flailed and he sputtered, overwhelmed. 

But gradually, his struggling became more and more halfhearted. Soon, Tommy’s arms fell to his side, his hands gripped the back of Michael’s thighs and his mouth began moving of its own accord along that length.

“Grab my ankles, bitch. And keep worshiping me like that while I get comfortable.” Michael and Tommy switched spots and Michael sat down on the couch. A second later and Tommy was coating the jeans separating him from his prize with all the saliva he could produce. 

Tommy reached to unbutton Michael’s jeans but Michael slapped his hands away. “Plenty of time for that in a bit. Maybe after the second inning.”

Michael turned on the tv and found the game that Jake and his father were attending. The video sped up to show elapsed time as Tommy tried to orally please his master through thick denim for about half an hour.

The video returned to normal speed as Tommy, tears in his eyes, pleaded “Pleassssse, let me take it out. I…. I need to feel it… taste it.”

“Alright, bitch. You earned it, barely.”

Tommy’s hands reached out, unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans, before pulling them down. Michael’s erection sprung up, so hard (always) that it was almost vertical. Tommy’s spit had actually soaked through the jeans to mix with Michael’s precum resulting in a glistening tower of meat.

“Oh… my… god!”

Michael reached out and gripped the back of Tommy’s neck with one hand, the muscles in his forearm and bicep tense and well defined and with the other began smacking Tommy’s face with the underside of his dick. Tommy had seen this done lightly in some pornos, a kind of low level domination of the woman on the other end. But Michael was treating his cock more like a police baton than a plaything, striking hard enough to cause real pain and for Tommy to squirm away. Even under the assault Tommy’s mouth was open and his tongue sought the treasure he’d worked so hard for.

“Ah, fuck!” Michael stopped striking Tommy’s face with his tool of seduction. “Don’t wanna raise any more red flags for dad before the big show tonight.”

Tommy was genuinely fearful of what Michael might mean by “big show” but he was just so grateful for the pain to stop and to finally get his prize that his thoughts didn’t linger too long upon it.  He had no way of knowing how many men Michael had given black eyes and broken noses to with this bit of rough play (Michael’s dad and two older brothers had once spent 10 minutes crawling around on their hands and knees with their eyes swollen shut, desperately trying to find his dick again as he cruelly evaded their cum-hungry mouths, as they whined for more, like starving baby birds. It was one of his most cherished teenage memories and the one he’d always recount whenever he visited them in the various psych wards they’d been indefinitely committed to).

Michael released his vise-like grip on Tommy’s neck. “I need my cock in that throat by the end of this inning. Are we clear?” 

“Yes, sir!” Tommy nodded meekly.

Tommy opened his mouth and swirled his tongue around the head and licked down from the crown to Michael’s ball. Then, he popped up to finally take Michael’s dick in. He immediately dropped down about 6 inches (last night’s preliminary training paying off). He gagged and slid down another inch (his chest convulsing and his eyes watering) drool leaking from his lips to coat the bottom half. 

Over the next ten minutes, Tommy worked like mad, gagging and retching, inhaling more and more of Michael’s dick until finally reaching the bottom. With Michael’s meat occupying his throat, Tommy breathed through his nose and looked up at his new master for some sign of approval.

“Your brother sucks my dick so much better than you, bitch.”

Tommy’s face scrunched in frustration for a moment, looking like he wanted to cry more than he already had before his body seized and he came hands-free from the humiliation. Michael had correctly read the dynamic between him and Jake (more successful younger brother, jealous older brother constantly striving for his father’s approval and recognition). Now, he just needed to apply pressure there to break Tommy even faster.

Tommy slowly disgorged Michael’s member from his throat and pulled himself off. He began stroking it with both hands while swirling his tongue around the bulbous head.

“Please” Tommy deepthroated Michael and pulled up. “I can do better, Michael. I know I can.”

Michael grabbed Tommy’s ears and pulled him down to his pubes. Tommy whimpered.

“It’s ‘Daddy’, ‘Sir’, or ‘Master’, slut! Is that clear?”

Michael maneuvered Tommy’s mouth up and down in the semblance of vigorous nodding before letting go.

Tommy popped up, “Yes, daddy”, he whined, all resistance and dignity rapidly vanishing

What followed was a frenzy of all the ways one man could pleasure another with his hands and mouth. Tommy licked, sucked, kissed, nuzzled, stroked and pumped Michael’s meat for the next 15 minutes. His face was a sopping wet mess and his breathing had become frantic.

“Where do you want it?”

Tommy paused a moment “All over me! Pleeeeeeeeeeeease!”, before deepthroating the dick that he had fallen in love with.

Michael let go. First firing deep down Tommy’s throat and filling his stomach in seconds. Then he stood up, grabbed Tommy by the hair and pulled him off his inches in one smooth motion, letting him fall flat on his back. Michael dropped to his knees astride Tommy cum-bloated stomach, pulled his head off the floor slightly and fired high-pressured volley after volley of semen at his face.

Tommy sputtered and choked as the firehose kept going. Gradually, the splashback first began to land on Tommy’s chest before eventually covering it in a thick layer of slime. Michael released Tommy’s hair and the back of his head smacked against the hardwood floor. Michael’s cameras continued to capture every moment of depravity.

“Now, that is a living, breathing spermtank if ever I saw one…. Welp, time to break in that ass, homo.” Michael said this nonchalantly while stroking his cum-covered dick (still inhumanly hard after an orgasm that would have drained ten men).

Tommy lifted his head woozily to weakly protest “uh… can’t… too big” and flipped on his stomach to slowly crawl away.

Michael sighed in the most bored way imaginable and stepped down hard on Tommy’s shoulder. Tommy groaned in pain and tried to wriggle free but he was too weak.

Michael crouched to remove something from his discarded jeans. A small plastic bag filled with his special mix of intoxicants, muscle relaxants, painkillers and euphoriants. It was a mind-blowing combination of effects even before you mixed in Michael’s perverted fantasies and his ability to enact them with any man he wanted.

He poured a sizable mound of the powder into one hand and pulled Tommy onto his hands and knees by his shoulder with the other. Hands-free, he positioned the cum-slick head of his cock at Tommy’s unwilling, virgin hole.

“You ready?” Michael thrust forward immediately giving Tommy no time to respond. His dick began prying Tommy’s asshole open. Several things happened almost simultaneously. 

Tommy opened his mouth to scream. Michael snaked the hand gripping his shoulder around to cover and clamp his mouth shut. And the other hand full of magical mystery powder covered his nostrils and eyes. 

Not being able to scream, Tommy tried to breathe through his nose and inhaled a sizable quantity of the powder. He also got a lot in his eyes which stung like all hell and prompted another attempted scream.

“Keep snorting, bitch. I wanna bottom out in the next half hour without killing you and this is the nicest way possible.” He emphasized his kind treatment by thrusting another inch inside Tommy’s tight hole.

Tommy inhaled most of the powder before Michael told him to lick his fingers clean. His eyes still stung painfully but the effects of the drugs were kicking in and he found himself caring less and less about it and caring more and more of the foot long dick penetrating his guts.

“That’s right, cunt.” Michael had begun slowly sawing in and out of Tommy’s ass. “Just enjoy the ride and I’ll explain how I want tonight to go with all the Penrose men together at last.”

…………

Jake was still rocking back and forth between his two daddies.

Tommy obediently kneeled on the side of all this action.

“Tommy, do you remember what you’re supposed to do now?”

A flicker of recollection appeared on Tommy’s face. “I… don’t think.. I can…”

Michael’s hand flashed out and slapped Tommy hard enough to break his nose and knock him back to the ground.

“If fuckholes were capable of thinking, do you think they’d all end up like this?” Michael spread his arms, gesturing to Tommy to really take in the carnal madness of the scene before him with Jake and Mr Penrose moaning continuously. “Get the fuck up and do as you’re told, faggot!”

Tommy unsteadily rose to his knees. “Sorry, Jake.” Tears leaked from his eyes.

“Don’t act so gloomy. This is gonna be fun.” Michael punctuated this statement by thrusting forward full force, burying Jake’s lips into his father’s pubes and gripping Jake’s hair tightly, pinning him there with his dick and all his upper body strength.

“Slut?!”

Tommy reached out and pinched his Jake’s nostrils closed.

Thirty seconds passed before Jake’s body spasmed, desperate for air. His eyes bugged out, wild with terror.

Mr. Penrose looked down at his son’s rapidly reddening face and broke out in a cold sweat, completely horrified by this new development.

“Tommy, stop!” Even in his distress, Jake couldn’t stop running his tongue back and forth on his dad’s dick. “ … Please!” Mr Penrose looked up to his left and saw that Tommy wasn’t paying attention. Michael had shoved three of his fingers into Tommy’s mouth, pushing them in and out. Even with blood pouring down from his broken nose and tears rolling down his cheeks, Tommy was enthusiastically sucking and licking them.

“I don’t think Tommy’s listening to anyone but me, anymore, Mr Penrose.”

A minute and a half had passed, Jake’s body, skewered at both ends, had begun to shake from lack of oxygen.

Michael’s hand slapped Jake’s ass hard. “Work my dick, bitch!”  

A moment’s pause. Then, with no room to bounce back and forth, Jake began grinding his ass up and down on Michael’s cock. Mr Penrose’s horror grew. One son was helping to suffocate the other while the other enthusiastically ground his ass on the monster cock of the man who, for all he knew, meant to choke him to death on his father’s cock. And while Jake was working overtime to please Daddy Michael, he wasn’t neglecting his father’s needs. Jake’s throat was humming on his father’s shaft and his tongue was darting out past his lips, massaging his balls.

In two and a half days, Michael had taken a close-knit group of male family members and gotten two of them to eagerly participate in what was looking more and more like a murder-suicide fuckfest. 

At the two minute mark, Jake’s spasms became different, more rhythmic, and he came like a firehose all over the floor beneath him and the base of the chair his father was tied to. His father, eyes squeezed shut, tried to deny the pleasure he was feeling (to no avail).. 

Penrose began to weep knowing his son was going to die with one of his father’s loads in his belly. There was no way he could explain any of this to his wife, the rest of his family or the relevant authorities. “Oh, God, no”, he thought.

Michael locked eyes with the devastated Penrose patriarch.  “At least you can say he died doing what he loved.” 

Going on three minutes with no oxygen and Jake’s thrashings were subsiding. 

At the last possible moment, Michael pulled out and pulled Jake’s throat off of his dad’s cock. “Tommy, release.” Jake gasped and drew in unsteady breaths while still sucking his father off. 

“Not today… not yet.” For the first time since meeting this inhuman monster, Mr. Penrose detected something other than glee and malice on Michael’s face, frustration perhaps. 

Michael stroked his rock hard erection a few moments before resting it between Jake’s cheeks and pointed straight at about 45 degrees above the horizontal. “A little assist with the facial, Jake.”

Mr Penrose stared at the opening of Michael’s dick in confusion as Jake started giving his tormentor a world class assjob while speeding up the blowjob he’d been torturing his father with. 

30 seconds of this action at both ends before Michael gripped Jake’s ass hard, stopping all movement (the licking and bobbing on Mr Penrose’s cock sped up even more).

“Open up, Papa Penrose.”

He didn’t understand what was about to happen but his pleasure-addled brain slowly obeyed and he opened his mouth. Michael’s dick erupted. Impossibly, the first three shots hit his open maw from over three feet away (it would have been four feet if Michael wasn’t so inhumanly enormous). Then, Michael changed his target and began to shower Mr. Penrose’s astonished face with about a dozen more shots of high powered cream.

And just as Michael’s orgasm subsided, Jake’s ministrations put him over the edge and he began cumming directly into his son’s throat. His whole body seemed like it was one muscle contracting and his eyes stung as Michael’s load seeped past his eyelids.

His youngest son fed on his seed for a second time as he shuddered and groaned and tried to recover from the pleasure enough to regain his senses.

“Tommy, untie your father.”

As his son moved to untie the ropes binding him to the chair, Mr Penrose tried to jump up and make a dash for the door, escaping to get help. His dehydrated, drug addled, food-deprived body betrayed him and he fell to the floor as his legs cramped from hours of immobility.

On the ground, groaning in pain, Mr Penrose looked up and noticed both the unfocused eyes of both his sons and their rock hard dicks dripping precum and cum. He realized that Michael was the only one in the room who seemed to possess any vitality and strength. Him and his two sons were weak as kittens, easy prey. Not for the first time, he admired Michael’s perfectly sculpted muscles in a way that he wouldn’t have the week before. 

Michael stood up to position himself above all three men, his dick bouncing up and down a little.

“Alright, we’re gonna play a game I invented called ‘Last Dick Standing’. In my experience, it’s most fun when there are four or five guys in your position but we’ll just have to make do.” (it had taken Michael about three weeks with the Freehold police department before he could play the game the way he liked to). 

“The rules are pretty straightforward.” 

Michael twisted his hips a little from left to right and back again as he tried to make eye contact with each man. The result was a horizontal pendulum of meat that Jake, Tommy and their father had locked onto it by swiveling their heads a little and tracking with their eyes. The two brothers panted a little and licked their lips, barely able to resist the urge to launch their mouths at it. Mr Penrose’s mouth was agape and his face held a combination of fear and awe upon it.

“Ahem! I don’t want to have to repeat myself.” Each slave tore their eyes away from Michael’s prick and looked up. Michael set the timer on his phone. “The game has three ten minute rounds. Each round has fewer and fewer restrictions. If you can make me cum in those thirty minutes I’ll give each of you what you want.” 

Jake and Tommy bounced up and down a little in gleeful anticipation. Their father allowed some hope of escape to build up inside him. He would do whatever he had to to get away and get help from someone, anyone (he vaguely remembered watching a news segment about people that essentially kidnapped cult members to deprogram them. what he couldn’t know is that some earlier victim of Michael had had the same idea. That poor bastard had had to wait a week with no updates from the men he’d hired before he started receiving pics and videos of the five of them learning how to eagerly worship Michael under the guidance of those they’d been sent to rescue. And a day after that, they’d all shown up at the guy’s home to drag him back into eternal servitude to Michael).

“If… I’m sorry, WHEN you cum you’re out of the game and I do what I want to you at the end. First round is 

• just hands

• no mouth-on-dick action 

• no dirty talk and 

• no gay shit BETWEEN you little homos

If you break any of the rules you’re out of the game. Alright, begin.” Michael hit start on his timer app.

Jake and Tommy instantly reached out to grab some part of Michael’s member to start stroking it up and down whatever length of it they could, bumping into the other man’s hands doing the same thing. Even with four hands on it there was still some unclaimed space on it. Both of them suppressed their moans for fear it might violate the “no dirty talk” prohibition.

Mr Penrose just stared at the opening of Michael’s money maker as each stroke caused it to flare open and then closed.

“Aren’t you guys gonna let the rookie get some practice?”

Jake and Tommy let go and turned to their father with a look of expectation on their faces. Mr Penrose visibly swallowed the lump in his throat and reached out to make first contact. His hand gripped Michael’s dick in the middle of the shaft and began stroking. He noticed a few things almost immediately. First, was that, while Michael’s dick felt like white hot steel in his hand, the skin was still soft and pliable. The second was that he was fully erect again even after the two unbelievable blowjobs he’d received from Jake. (what he didn’t notice was that he was also subconsciously suppressing his own moans).

Mr Penrose was now stroking the full length of it with both hands while his own cock continued to harden even more. Jake and Tommy wrapped one hand on top of one of their father’s and started pumping.

“5 minutes left in this round. It’s a shame that you guys can’t lick or suck me, yet. A handjob with lube feels so much better than this.”

The two brothers grunted in frustration that they were only barely pleasing their master. 

Mr Penrose, however, had an idea. The rules had stated “no mouth-ON-dick action” and “no dirty talk”, not that they couldn’t use their mouth at all in any way.

He removed his hands from Michael’s cock, moved his face a little closer and spit on the head. He tensed, fearful that, despite his reasoning, this somehow broke the rules, anyway. But after a few seconds with no comment from Michael he shook off his trepidation and began spitting all over the upper third of Michael’s manhood.

His sons caught on quickly and began spitting all up and down the near foot-long beast.

Once the monster cock was absolutely coated with saliva, the three men recommenced their stroking but at a much faster pace.

Michael laughed. “So you cunts aren’t as stupid as you look. That feels a little better but…”

The timer app went off. Michael had won the first round.

“Alright, Second Round rules are

• Hands and mouths can be used

• Still no dirty talk and 

• Still no faggot shit between you queers

Michael reset the timer and started the next ten minute countdown. “Begin.”

Jake and Tommy hurled themselves mouths-first onto a side of Michael’s tool, their tongues darting out to lick the underside of his shaft and their eyes looking up to judge by Michael’s expression if they were really pleasing him. They began to alternately slide their mouths up and down the cock of their sex god so that while Jake licked and slurped down towards the base, Tommy was running his lips and tongue up the head and vice versa. Within 30 seconds, both of their faces were smeared with all the spit they’d lubed it with.

A few minutes in and their father was still just a spectator in the round, hesitant to become another member of Michael’s ever-growing legion of cocksuckers. Michael towered over him while his sons enthusiastically worked each side of his monster cock and his superhumanly productive balls. They were making it all seem very tempting.

“I gotta admit, Papa Penrose. I’ve gotten pretty used to getting double blowjobs from brothers.” Jake and Tommy both moaned louder at the reminder that they were just another set of closely related holes to Michael. They pulled their mouths off his cock and sat back on their heels for a few seconds. It took a moment for Mr. Penrose to figure out that they were each struggling not to ejaculate and drop out of the game.

“Six minutes left in round 2 and there’s always room for one more mouth.” Michael flexed his dick so it bounced up and down a few inches from Mr. Penrose. He looked past the head of Michael’s dick to his washboard abs and heavily defined pecs to that superior smirk he wore most of the time.

Penrose leaned forward and opened his mouth to engulf the tip of Michael’s dick. His two sons reattached themselves to the sides of Michael’s shaft while their father opened wider to take in the first two inches and began bobbing as best he could.

“I gotta admit. What you faggots lack in skill you make up for with sheer good old-fashioned, American hard work. B- for effort, really. It’s not gonna make me cum but I appreciate the attempt..”

Mr. Penrose’s dick was throbbing as he sucked on the end of Michael’s monster and the verbal humiliation made each of his sons pause their oral ministrations to whimper and cry around the column of meat, aroused even further by the humiliation, trying not to cum and frustrated that they couldn’t satisfy their new god, even working together as a family unit.

Once again, it was the Penrose patriarch, not yet fully broken by Michael’s talents, who devised a new strategy. As his sons mewled and wept around Michael’s dick, Mr. Penrose observed that Michael’s cock had actually hardened and enlarged further; so much so, in fact, that he struggled to move his mouth up and down those first few inches.

“No dirty talk” was the rule for the round but the pathetic sounds and mournful expressions from his sons weren’t the same thing as talking to Michael. They were, however, clearly communicating to him how completely he had broken them and how desperately they yearned for his cum.

He knew what to do. He began to whimper and cry around the head of Michael’s dick while making eye contact with each of his sons as they slid up and down it. They were a little slow on the uptake (having Michael annihilate your self-worth and replace it with a bottomless need to be his on-call cumdump didn’t really promote intellectual rigor) but they were each soon copying their dad’s new strategy. It was easy for them because it was how they truly felt and it was getting easier for their father, too. 

Mr. Penrose whined and wept and slobbered over his part of Michael’s cock, all while his own much more modest erection got harder and harder and his balls had begun to tingle.

“No way am I gonna cum from sucking dick” he thought to himself as a way to try to salvage his rapidly evaporating heterosexuality. “I’m just getting into the part so we can win and get the fuck out of here” he thought, barely reassuring himself. 

It seemed to be working as Michael somehow grew harder and harder and his breathing quickened a little.

The timer went off. “Release, cunts.” Jake and Tommy obeyed almost immediately, regretfully separating themselves from their master. 

Mr. Penrose bobbed up and down the first four inches of Michael’s cock before the command registered and he, too, regretfully opened up and let go.

“Is that the first stage of cock addiction I see, Mr Penrose?” 

The Penrose patriarch rigorously shook his head to deny the assertion. 

“Suuuuure. Just trying to win to get away, huh? Ha!”

“Alright. Rules for Round 3. 

• Hands and mouths still allowed

• Dirty talk now permitted and

• Do the gayest shit to each other if you think it’ll help

Ready, set, go!” Michael started the timer for the final round.

Now, all three men (well, former men, really) surged forward to take Michael into their mouths. But now, every 15 seconds or so Jake or Tommy would pull themselves off and beg and plead to their god.

“Cum for us, master. Pleeeeeeease!”

“Fuck our faces!”

“Use our holes!”

“We need it!”

“Drown us in your jizz!”

All that, while all three continued petulantly whining and shedding tears as they worked to suck, lick and stroke the insatiable sadist who had LITERALLY inserted himself into their lives. 

“Nice try, faggots. But it’s gonna take more than that.”

Jake and Tommy’s eyes met while their mouths formed a makeshift pussy towards the tip of Michael’s dick. They moved up until their faces bumped into their father’s, knocking him off. Now, the two Penrose boys were a few inches in front of Michael’s cock where they proceeded to make out for a few seconds, open mouthed, tongues swirling to taste each other and the residue of Michael’s meat. Then they worked their mouths up and down the sides a bit before resuming their makeout session at the tip. 

This new strategy to make Michael nut continued for two minutes and appeared to be working. Michael was breathing faster and his eyes were opened wide and intensely focused on the action in front of him. All the Penrose slaves could see his abs tightening more and more until…

“Ha! I’m just fucking with you bitches. 6 minutes left. Time to lose, you worthless holes.”

Michael reached out, gripped Jake’s head in both hands, lined up his cock and proceeded to steadily facefuck the younger Penrose brother. Jake wrapped his hands around the base of Michael’s dick, attempting to regain some control but it was pointless.

“Remember when I fell asleep with you deepthroating me and your best friend’s load freshly deposited in your ass and all you could do was blow me until I woke up? How much of a punkass bitch did you feel like then?” 

“gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck….” Jake’s face scrunched up, displaying the effort he was exerting to try to hold off the unavoidable. It was pointless. Having Michael fuck some part of him while he recounted one of a dozen humiliations he’d doled out was too much. His abdominal muscles clenched and he began blowing his load all over the floor and on Michael’s feet and shins.

“One down, two to go.” Michael released one Penrose son only to grab the other. Tommy didn’t fight what was coming. In fact, he helped guide his mouth onto Michael’s monster cock and ran his tongue under the shaft as the facefucking proceeded. 

“Oooh, do you wanna be my favorite Penrose slut, Tommy? Do you want to be able to suck me and ride me way more than your brother, bitch?”

“Uh-huh!” Tommy tried to respond through the granite column of meat stuffing his mouth and throat but he knew that Michael already knew the answer to those questions and every question like them.

Michael grabbed Tommy’s hair and pulled hard. Tommy screamed and began crying. “Tighten up those lips, you useless cunt! Or I’ll just use Jake’s pussies to get off.”

The domination and the pain and the cruel dehumanization did their work and Tommy came as he choked and sputtered and cried, his load mixing with his brother’s.

Michael let go of Tommy’s hair and the older brother slumped to the ground.

“Two down, one to go. 4 minutes remaining. Clean up your mess, sluts.” The brothers immediately began lapping up their loads from the floor before licking Michael’s feet and lower legs clean. “Alright, Mr Penrose. Give it your best shot.”

A sense of doom fell over him for a moment but Penrose rallied his courage for his sons and leapt into action. He latched onto Michael’s tip and sunk down five inches. He swirled his tongue around the head and licked up and down the sides of the shaft. He slathered Michael’s balls in saliva. He stroked the whole shaft while sucking as hard as he could and moaning like a cheap whore.

It was a heroic effort. The only problem was that it seemed to be affecting him a lot more than it was affecting Michael. He was breathing hard while Michael’s breathing was slow and even. He was sincerely moaning like a bitch in heat while Michael was dead silent. His dick was bobbing and leaking precum and he hadn’t tasted any of Michael’s since round 2.

“Don’t feel bad about losing, cocksucker. Stronger men than you have been in your position, lips stretched out around my pole, with that same ‘how did I get here?’ look in their eyes.”

Mr Penrose tried to say no with two inches of Michael’s dick in his throat but he didn’t have to. While blowing and stroking a man twenty-something years his junior, who had been a complete stranger up until three days ago, who had drugged and enslaved his two sons (with the eager collaboration of one of them), Penrose came harder and longer than he ever had in his formerly straight life. His hips spasmed and his knees slid uncontrollably along the floor, the only thing keeping him from falling over was the huge dick in his mouth (it was a load-bearing cock, literally).

The timer went off. Michael pulled his dick out of the recovering patriarch’s mouth and began rhythmically flexing it a few inches from his face. “Ahhh. Victory is sweet. Hey, Mr. Penrose, do you think YOUR father would like to come along next time?”

Penrose tried to compose himself before looking up at Michael’s grinning face and about to say something about how ridiculous such a question was but his body still trembled and he was still unable to speak. Jake and Tommy’s grandfather was a Vietnam War veteran, staunchly conservative, and venomously homophobic. It wasn’t possible. Then, he took in the scene before him. His two sons licking up the last traces of their own semen (and some of his, freshly added) off of their tormentor’s body. The taste of Michael’s dick in his mouth as he recovered from the mind-melting climax he’d experienced from eagerly servicing him.

Dear god, not only was it NOT ridiculous, but it was difficult to think of how anyone or anything could stop it from happening.

Just as the idea of his 62 year old father being forced to join Michael’s fun and games coalesced in his mind (naked, gagging on his cock), Michael’s dick flexing did its job and he began spraying Mr. Penrose’s face and upper body with several times the amount of cream that all three slaves had spewed during the contest.

He scooped away just enough of Michael’s jizz to look past his dripping monster cock to his beautiful face (“beautiful?” he thought, “where did that come from?”)

“Nothing like marking a new fuckhole as my property” Michael said while chuckling softly. He shook his dick a little, drawing attention to the cum slowly dripping off the tip. “A little help with cleanup?”

As his sons slurped up the last of their loads at Michael’s feet, Mr Penrose leaned forward to take the head of Michael’s cock in his mouth to suck off the cum residue, licking it up and down just to be sure. 

Just as he took the tip back into his mouth, Michael thrust forward, penetrating his throat and holding him like that with a hand at the back of his throat.

After thirty seconds without air, Penrose placed his hands on Michael’s thighs and tried to push himself off. No luck. One of Michael’s arms was stronger than both of his.

“Sorry, slut. I want this next part to be a surprise. Trust me. I’m gonna love it.”

Penrose saw spots as he lost consciousness. His final thought was “Oh, my god. What else can he do to us?” His body went limp, still held up by Michael’s erection…

…………

Mr Penrose regained consciousness slowly. His vision was blurry but began to clear up so he could take in the scene that Michael had arranged for them.

He was on his hands and knees facing the foot of the bed. His two sons were kneeling naked, facing him, separated from each other by the width of it. Their hands and feet were bound together behind them by thick ropes and their dicks were hard and bobbing (this last fact no longer surprised him. Being in Michael’s presence seemed to make any man hard all the time which was just another means for him to dominate them).

He was still shaking off the effects of being choked out on Michael’s cock when he fully took in the setup and his heart began to pound in his chest.

Around each son’s neck was a noose of the same heavy rope that bound their extremities and these ropes led up to and through two small metal rings that had been drilled into the ceiling. The rope then led down and together to somewhere directly behind him.

“Thank god you’re awake, bitch. I was just gonna start using you with you all knocked out which is just way less fun for me.” As he spoke, Michael tugged on the two ropes making them taut and causing Jake and Tommy to grunt softly in pain as their nooses tightened.

Mr. Penrose could feel Michael’s spear resting on top of his ass, nestled between his cheeks. He was terrified by what was about to happen to him and his sons but even more terrified by what Michael could make them FEEL about what was about to happen. He prayed for the strength to hate it and the grinning sociopath who inflicted it upon them.

Michael began to lazily thrust forward and back, impatient to begin. “The rule here is simple, Papa Penrose. After we get started, when I say ‘freeze’, you freeze. If you move, I pull on the ropes. The longer you move, the harder I pull and then… well… I think we all know what happens next.”

Penrose was ashamed to find that he had begun to weep, tears fell from his eyes onto the hardwood floor beneath.

Michael noticed his uneven breathing and realized what was happening. “Ahh, don’t feel bad, bitch. Once Jake and Andre posted the ad for a new roommate, you were all destined to end up on my dick.” 

Michael placed the head of his insanely thick cock at Penrose’s asshole and began to push in. (his sons had slobbered all over it for the ten minutes while he was out cold and the euphoric drug cocktail powder Michael had shared with them all earlier that evening was still working, relaxing his hole a bit).

“It’s not like Jake had any choice in the matter, either.” Michael hit play on the video on his tablet that was paired to the big flat screen behind him. He placed the tablet on the floor in front of his newest cocksleeve and Jake and Tommy had a clear view of the flat screen.

They watched as a pic of Michael, Jake and Andre (shockingly, fully clothed and sharing a drink) with a caption reading “Move-in day, January 8th, 202*”, then the pic transitioned to a video captioned “Bitch-Breaking day, January 24th, 202*.” 

…………

The video showed Jake and Andre, blindfolded, naked and hard on their backs, side-by-side on Michael’s king-sized bed, with their wrists tied to their ankles and their thighs spread wide. It took less than three weeks for Michael to abuse both men into submission.

“I’d been having fun with them one at a time since day 3 but I thought it was important for good friends to not keep secrets from each other.” Revealing to a bunch of straight guys (friends, families, police departments, military units, educators, holy men, etc…) that they’d all been enthusiastically sucking and riding his pole while completely terrified of being discovered was one of Michael’s favorite parts of his process. Forcing them to admit to themselves what he’d turned them into was another.

Michael removed the blindfolds. Both men’s eyes locked on Michael’s dick, positioned equidistant between them.

Jake, panicked and ashamed, sputtered “Please…. Michael, this has all been…. a big mistake. I’m not like this.”

Andre chimed in immediately with his eager agreement. “Yeah, we were drunk and high when all that…. crazy shit happened.”

Despite realizing that the other man had been doing all the same “crazy shit” with Michael, Jake and Andre still tried to reassert their straightness. 

“Really?” Michael began to casually stroke his cock, working the copious amounts of precum he produced over the head and then over the entire length. The camera captured the moment that their eyes were dragged from Michael’s face to his greatest gift (and their worst nightmare).

“You’re both straight?” Both men, bound with their asses wide open, still staring at Michael’s cock as he slowly stroked it, vigorously nodded their heads in assent.

“Well, it seems like your hands and mouths have been telling me…. and my dick a very different story for the past two weeks. But if you say you’re straight, I guess I have to take your word for it.” Michael reached for the ropes binding Andre, seemingly about to undo them. But then he paused and drew back a bit.

“Wait. I know a way to prove you’re not gay, 100%, no room for doubt.”

He moved in front of Jake, his monster cock running the whole length of the smaller man’s torso.

“No straight man is gonna cum, hands-free, from getting fucked in the ass.”

Jake’s eyes bulged fearfully (and his dick was twitching) and welled with barely suppressed tears. He squeaked, “Please don’t.”

“It’s the only way, buddy. Trust me.” Michael positioned his cock at his new roommate’s asshole and pushed in. Jake grunted and groaned. The video sped up to show Michael burying more and more of his dick in Jake’s “unwilling” hole over the next twenty minutes before slowing down to normal speed.

Jake was blabbering the usual exclamations that Michael heard whenever he planted his flag in a new victim. 

“Oh, fuck!”

“Oh, god!”

“Pleeeeeease!”

Jake’s dick was leaking precum all over his stomach and his jaw was clenched as he tried to hold off the ultimate proof of his submission.

“Remember, only a total faggot would cum from getting fucked in the ass by another guy. And you’re not a faggot, are you, Jake?” Michael’s pipe was completely buried in his roommate’s ass, grinding his bitch button mercilessly.

Jake shook his head and uttered his denial through gritted teeth “Noooo.” He wasn’t very convincing.

“You sure?”

Jake’s breathing was extremely erratic so he nodded his agreement.

“Jake” Michael sounded like a normally indulgent father disappointed that his son had been caught in a lie. “What’s about to happen?”

Jake held his breath and didn’t respond for a few seconds before finally caving “I’m… gonna cum!”

“What’s gonna make you cum?”

“Your….dick!”

“My dick where, cunt?”

“In…my….ass.  Your… big dick…in….my ass!”

“And what does that make you?” Michael’s dick milked Jake’s prostate.

Another attempt to delay the truth for a few more moments. “A… faggot! UH! UH! UHHHHHHH!”

Jake’s dick erupted while Michael positioned his hips to guarantee that Jake gave himself a facial the first time his boipussy got broken in. The amount of his own semen hitting his face (first his forehead, then his eyes before he could squeeze them shut, and finally coating his cheeks and mouth) was pretty impressive. It was a testament to how thoroughly Michael could empty another man’s balls with his bitchtaker.

Michael pulled out of Jake’s ass and positioned the head of his dick at his mouth. “There now. Isn’t it so much better when you’re honest with yourself, slut?”

Jake slowly nodded and squeezed his eyes shut as hard as he could, trying to hold back his tears.

“Now, show some fucking gratitude.”

Jake moaned, meekly said “Thank you”, opened his mouth and began to suck as much of Michael’s cock as he could reach. Soon, he was furiously bobbing his mouth up and down, apparently trying to suck his new master off. He was looking up at Michael and the hunger in his eyes was obvious.

“Not yet, cunt. The night’s still young.” Michael pulled out of Jake’s mouth, making him whimper in disappointment.

The camera swung to show Andre alternating his gaze between his roommate’s utter submission and Michael’s dick as it moved into position.

“So, Andre, it looks like Jake was a queer little cumdump this whole time, just like I said. You think you know a guy, right?”

Andre looked completely terrified with sweating pouring down his face.

“But no chance you’re gonna end up the same way, right?”

Andre mustered a weak “nu-uh” of negation but it was clear how unsure he was.

“I mean guys that bust from taking it up the ass aren’t even real men. Little bitches, sure. Good boys eager to serve their daddies, obviously. But not men.” Michael put his saliva-slick cock at Andre’s puckered anus and pushed.

Andre hissed his teeth and grunted. 

“You’re not a homo like Jake.” Michael worked another inch in and out.

Andre turned his head to see his roommate and best friend of six years with his head slumped down, quietly crying. Jake’s tears mixed with his own cum as it ran down his face and dripped onto his chest.

“I mean, it’s weird that you stayed hard the whole time I was plowing him.” Michael was halfway in. He didn’t really need to bury himself up to the hilt to rub a bitch’s prostate but it made it much more difficult for his straight victims to hold onto delusions of heterosexuality when they’d had 12 inches inside them.

Michael plunged himself deeper and harder into Andre’s increasingly receptive ass.

“How weird would it be to have TWO straight roommates turn out to be insatiable whores for my big cock?”

Andre’s body was being rocked into the mattress with each thrust. Michael grabbed his hair and pulled his head down, forcing him to look at the repeated penetration.

“Goddamn, Andre, your pussy feels great around my dick.”

Like his friend before him, Andre’s jaws were clenched and he struggled to get the words out. “Oh…Jeeesus!.... Fuck!.... This…. can’t be…. happeNING!!!”

“Not again! Another straight roommate about to…cum…on…my….dick!” Michael emphasized his feigned incredulity with a thrust on each of the last few words. “It’s really kinda crazy when you think about it.”

Andre tried to rally at the end. Breathing through the orgasm building in him from Michael’s domination.

“If no real man would bust from this, what does that make you, Andre?”

Andre looked up at Michael’s face, groaned pathetically and shook his head.

Michael only fucked him harder, releasing his grip on Andre’s hair only to grab his throat and squeeze. Andre wheezed and his dick twitched even harder.

“What are you, Andre?!”

He held out for 5 seconds before blurting “A bitch!” through clenched teeth.

“What else, bitch?” Michael hammered Andre’s ass at a furious pace.

“A… good… boy…. Oh…. fuck…. Me!”

“That’s what I’m doing, you stupid slut! Who owns this pussy?”

“You…do…”

Michael pulled Andre towards him by the neck before slamming him back into the headboard.

“ ‘You do’, what?”

“You!…do!…Daddy!” Andre struggled to get the words out as Michael choked the life out of him and his own debasement had started to make him sob in shame.

“Put it together, you worthless fuckhole! What are you?”

“I’m……your……bitch,....Daddy! I’m…your….good….Little…. BOY! Oh…FUCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!”

Andre somehow came even harder than Jake but Michael’s maneuvering yielded the same result. As Andre’s dick hosed down his own face, Michael pulled out to unleash his own far more voluminous cumshot. Each volley from Michael’s cock dwarfed each of his new slave’s loads and there were over a dozen. He turned a little to the left to share some of the bounty all over Jake’s body, as well (he sighed in pleasure as he, too, was marked as Michael’s property).

Both Jake and Andre were completely exhausted, covered in semen and their own shame.

“Alright, now that that’s cleared up.” Michael sounded positively jaunty, “we can start to have some real fun. Are you guys starting to see how lucky you were that I found your ad?”

Jake and Andre groaned in agreement and wriggled weakly in their bondage.

The pov changed as Michael got up to place his camera on the dresser at the foot of the bed. He left it recording the aftermath of the forced threesome.

“I’m gonna grab a little shut eye. I’d suggest you guys do the same because you better believe we are nowhere close to being done.” Michael lay down between each of his slaves, trussed up, assholes exposed and covered in spunk, and immediately fell asleep.

The camera captured Jake and Andre with thousand yard stares, squirming uncomfortably in the thick ropes that held them and struggling to accept their new lives as Michael’s playthings.

…………

Mr. Penrose watched the scene of his son’s enslavement end to find Michael completely buried in his ass. The pain and pleasure mixing to overwhelm his senses and muddy his thinking. 

He looked up to see his sons struggling against their restraints. For a brief moment, he thought they might be trying to break free because whatever mad spell Michael had them under had broken and they were coming to his aid.

But then he noticed how both Jake and Tommy were gyrating their hips and how their erections were bouncing and dripping precum on the floor. His sons weren’t concerned about his wellbeing. They were jealous of his current status, impaled on Michael’s primary weapon.

Jake pleaded “Pleeeeeeease fuck me next, master!”

Tommy begged “No! Fuck me! I’ll make you feel so good, daddy!”

Michael laughed uproariously and began to deep dick his newest victim “Now, how could anyone object to the things I do? If it’s so wrong, why do they always ask for more?” 

With that last question, Michael picked up the pace a bit, his hips crashing into Penrose’s ass as he gave him all 12 inches. He also grabbed Penrose’s hair with one hand, pulling his head back and up hard.

“UHHHHN!...FUCK!.... OH!.... MY…. GOD!!!...OH!.... GOD!!!”

With his other hand, Michael held his phone above his new bitch’s face. Penrose could see 34 missed calls and 253 unread messages.

“Like I said, nothing but satisfied bitches. But I’m a monster just because it takes a little bit of pressure to make them understand their true purpose in life. Some people just don’t know how grateful they should be. Isn’t that right, Mr Penrose?”

“Yes!...Grateful!!!”

Penrose’s eyes were glazing over and drool was leaking from the corners of his mouth. He was primed for the best part of Michael’s game.

“Okay, now freeze!” Michael stopped his seemingly relentless thrusting.

It was only now that Penrose realized that he’d been bouncing back to meet Michael’s thrusts and bouncing forward so he would pull most of the way out before plunging back in. A second or two later he stopped moving, as well.

Michael was about 6 inches in. 

“You know, I just don’t think it’s fair. Me doing all the work.” He placed  his hands on Penrose’s hips. “If you want to cum, you’re gonna have to do it yourself.”

Penrose fought the temptation but he’d been on the brink of cumming when Michael had stopped and his balls were aching for release.

He looked back over his shoulder, trying to reason with the man who’d forcibly violated him and his sons “But… you said you’d pull on the ropes if I did.”

“Oh, I will. But it won’t really be for that long. I’m sure if you bounce on my dick like a desperate slut for, oh, I don’t know, 30 seconds or so you’ll bust that nut and your sons will be perfectly fine.”

“Ummmm” Penrose was weighing his options. He obviously didn’t trust Michael and he worried terribly for his sons.

On the other hand, he really, really wanted to cum all over Michael’s big dick.

He took a deep breath, braced himself and dropped back hard, taking Michael’s cock balls deep.

Immediately, the ropes grew taut as Michael pulled on them hard. The nooses around Tommy and Jake’s necks tightened and they were lifted a little off their knees.

It had been 20 seconds and Penrose was close. He rode Michael’s dick faster and harder.

Michael pulled harder and the two young men were lifted clear off the floor. Their faces were red and their eyes were bugging out of their heads. They both wheezed, still trying to draw breath. Even in such dire circumstances, both of them couldn’t help noticing the muscles of Michael’s upper body tensing. Combined they weighed around 350 pounds but he didn’t seem to be exerting himself at all.

Penrose saw all this… and kept working his manpussy on Michael’s mind-shattering monster cock. He was even closer. A minute and fifteen seconds had passed.

Jake and Tommy were now spasming on the ends of their ropes. And surprising no one present, their dicks were harder than ever.

Two minutes in and Penrose was there. As he twerked his ass on Michael’s dick he came harder than he had all evening (harder than at any point in his life). Trembling and spewing his cum on the floor beneath him as he moaned in satisfaction.

Watching Mr. Penrose choose cumming on Michael’s dick over the lives of his only sons was what Michael needed to put him over the edge and to test a theory he’d held for quite some time about a side effect of his slaves sexual conditioning. He kept pulling on the ropes and the two young men twisting and spasming on the ends of them.

Just as he was about to cum, he pulled out of their father’s ass to aim his cock at each of them. Using Penrose’s ass to angle his cumshot just so, Michael’s aim and the force of it were enough to strike Tommy in the face several times. The older brother’s face was beet red and looked on the verge of passing out. But once he felt Michael’s facial hit his own dick started firing in response.

His theory verified, he turned his hose on Jake, who, amazingly, while choking to death, opened his mouth to eagerly receive Michael’s blessing. Only one of the half dozen shots of semen landed in his mouth, however. The rest hit his eyes and the rest of his face. Regardless, the result was the same. The spasms from strangulation turned into the spasms of a hands-free orgasm and his spunk joined his brother’s and his father’s on the hardwood floor of the bedroom.

Only then did Michael slowly lower Jake and Tommy to the ground where they collapsed on the floor, gasping for air. He then took his still firing cock and reinserted it into Penrose’s ass to deposit about a third of his copious load in it.

He then stood up and went to lay back on the bed, casually stroking his perpetual hard-on. “Hey, Papa Penrose. Take a minute to recover and then untie your sons. Then get up here. And don’t dawdle, this dick isn’t gonna suck itself, y’know.”

Michael heard weak groaning and the sound of slow movement at the foot of the bed. Two minutes later, three haggard men (well, former men) crawled onto the bed, their mouths open and their eyes vacant but still focused on Michael’s dick.

Once again, Mr Penrose was in the middle with his sons at his sides. None of the three bitches had much energy left but they knew Michael wouldn’t take that as an excuse. So three pairs of hands and three mouths enthusiastically worked Michael’s maneater. They moaned and slobbered. They licked and sucked. They triple-kissed with the head of Michael’s dick between them. They begged like starving men for Michael’s cum and pushed and shoved to be the one whose mouth would be the first to receive it (Jake was the one to earn that treat). They slurped up the jizz that wasn’t fired directly into their mouths off of Michael’s cock, balls, and stomach as well as licking it off their hands and fingers. 

Michael got up and gripped Jake by the hair, turned him around on his hands and knees and smacked him on the ass.

“Alright, Jake. It’s time to breed this ass.”

“Yessssssss!” Jake wiggled his ass back and forth, impatient to be filled with Michael’s babymakers.

Michael positioned the head of his cock but held off on fucking his slave for a moment. He reached to his left and right where Tommy and Mr Penrose were waiting on their knees to be told what part they would play in pleasing their master this time. Each man was gripped by the hair on the back of his neck and pulled tightly into Michael’s body. Their heads were level with Michael’s pecs but pointed down to focus on the penetration when it happened. They steadied themselves with a hand on Michael’s abs and one on his lower back (there they found that Michael’s dick was far from being the only part of him that was rock hard).

“Okay, new sluts. I want you to take mental notes on everything my old slut has learned to do with his pussy to please me.”

Jakes moaned in frustration “Uhnn. Daddy, pleeeeeeease.”

Michael laughed “Remember when you denied being a two-hole cumdump, roomie? Aren’t you glad we’re past all that internalized homophobia?”

“Yes! Thank you, Master!”

“Alright, then. You may now work my dick, you stupid whore.”

Jake immediately dropped back onto every inch of Michael’s dick. He moaned loud and low in his throat. A pause of a few seconds while he composed himself. Then he began to energetically bounce on it like the mindless fuckdoll Michael had reduced him. 

Jake maintained his frenetic pace, fucking himself silly, for the better part of 20 minutes. His groans of pleasure became a chorus as his brother and father groaned in lust-filled jealousy, looking down at Jake’s ass stretched over Michael’s column, his pussy visibly clinging to the sides of it each time he bounced off of it.

Suddenly, Michael called a temporary halt to the good times. “Gimme a minute here, bitch. I think we could use some lubrication.”

Any ideas that Michael’s two newest victims had that he’d be retrieving some KY jelly were quickly dissuaded. He forcefully shoved Tommy and his father down onto Jake’s ass cheeks. They scrambled to get on their hands and knees to keep from falling off.

“Mouths open, cocksuckers.”

Both men opened wide. Their eyes locked on the prize. For the next 10 minutes Michael savagely fucked both men’s faces. Their eyes watered as their residual gag reflexes kicked in. Tears ran down their faces onto Jake’s ass cheeks before sliding further still and pooling in his partially opened asshole.

Jake heard all this as he impatiently waited to be given permission to retake his Daddy’s cock and, ultimately, his seed.

The sounds of whole body gagging and ragged breaths gasped in the seconds before the next oral assault filled the room.

As he mercilessly pounded the mouth of his older brother, Michael asked Jake “Hey, bitch. Just out of curiosity. Do you regret any of the things you did to get to this moment?”

Jake, genuinely perplexed, reflexively opening and closing his hungry asshole, responded “Huh. What do you mean? What things?”

Michael switched to fucking Mr. Penrose’s mouth before saying “Oh, never mind. Just thinking how far you’ve come.” 

Satisfied that his cock was now fully covered in the slobber of the two supposed loved ones Jake had helped to enslave, Michael released his hold on each man. “Back off a bit, sluts, and enjoy the show.”

With that order being given, Michael thrust forward to bury himself in Jake’s ass again. This time he would be in control. He grabbed Jake’s wrists and pulled back hard. Jake’s face hit the mattress before the tension pulled his upper body up about two feet above the sheets.

Michael began to powerfuck him with fast, deep thrusts. Jake whimpered as Michael’s dick slid across his prostate at the perfect rhythm and pressure. His erection grew harder, almost parallel to his stomach. He knew there was nothing he could do to stop what was about to happen and he no longer wished to try.

He cried out “Oh….god….I’m gonna cum….I love you… DADDY!”

Michael laughed maniacally as Jake blew his load onto the sheets beneath him.

His brother and father, who had begun jacking off to the action as soon as Michael resumed the fuck (with no real prompting from Michael), got caught up in the moment and began to cum all over Jake’s ass and back.

Michael deemed all this a sufficient preamble to his own gratification and let go. His cumshot filled Jake’s ass until enough pressure built up to cause some of it to leak out around his cock. 

Jake felt his ass filled to overflowing and was overjoyed that he had pleased his master.

Michael still held him up off the mattress by both arms.

“Look up, bitch.”

Jake didn’t understand the instruction but obeyed instantly. He then felt Michael pull out of his ass and rest his dick between Jake’s sopping wet ass cheeks. A second later, his face was drenched in the remainder of Michael’s load. Jake smiled, relishing the long distance facial he knew only his master could pull off.

“Okay, cumrags. You’ve got three minutes to clean up this mess as best you can. Then, I’ve got one last surprise in store for you.”

Jake didn’t waste a moment. He brought his face down to the sheets and began lapping up his own spunk. Tommy and his dad took his cue to clean up their own messes first and began licking their semen off Jake’s back and ass. And finally, all three Penrose men crammed their faces together to slurp up the true prize, the part of Michael’s load that had spewed from Jake’s ass.

Michael stood to the side of the bed admiring his own handiwork. When the three minutes were up he called his whores to attention. “Follow me, simps.”

The three men began to climb off the bed and walk behind Michael before he gave them a stern look and looked down at the ground. It was enough for them to know their place. Jake, Tommy and Mr Penrose got down on all fours and crawled behind Michael as he walked out of the bedroom and down the hall to Andre’s room. The door to that room had been closed since Jake’s guests arrived and they had assumed that Andre had been away the whole time (or sent away by Michael once the two men learned of Andre’s status as just another semen receptacle in Michael’s ever expanding harem of formerly straight cockwhores).

Michael paused for a moment at the door. “I may have spent some time with Andre and some guests of his last week and I managed to… convince them to stop by tonight for a few hours. Now, I had to scramble a bit to set this scene up when I choked you guys out on my dick earlier so it’s not perfect.” Looking down on all three men with a faux embarrassed smile on his face, Michael shook his head, said “Oh, what am I so worried about? I know you’ll understand” , and opened the door.

Jake, Tommy, and their dad crawled in after Michael to see two young black men, naked and on their knees with their arms tied behind their backs, roughly fucking Andre (similarly trussed up with his chest resting on the seat of a small chair). 

At first, the Penrose men thought they must have been relatives of Andre’s before noting no real similarities in appearance. Each of the two men were slimmer than Andre.

“I asked Andre to invite some of his frat brothers, Lucas and Kadeem, over last week and we had an absolute blast.”

The two fraternity brothers continued railing Andre’s ass and mouth but turned their heads towards their tormentor. It was difficult to discern the mix of emotions on their faces but Jake thought he saw shame, fear and desire as their eyes locked on the dick that had ensnared them all and the man who knew just how to use it.

“Stop fucking your sorority sister and get those mouths over here.”

Both young men pulled out of Andre immediately, saliva and precum connecting the tips of their cocks to Andre’s mouth and ass for a few seconds, and began to awkwardly move towards Michael on their knees while visibly struggling to keep from falling over. 

Andre attempted to follow them but fell off the chair when he attempted to get off it. He tried to get up to his knees for a few moments but couldn’t quite manage it. Ultimately, he sighed in frustration and began to use his legs to push himself forward with his face and chest pressed into the floor. He resembled nothing so much as a squirming worm. Needless to say, it pleased Michael to no end to see him that way and his dick twitched in appreciation of this latest debasement.

Lucas and Kadeem finally made it, kneeling before Michael, his monster cock dwarfing their own erections. They looked up pleadingly. “Suck my big dick, you fucking faggots.”

They did not need to be told twice. They moaned in unison and latched onto Michael’s cock, Kadeem engulfing the head and Lucas licking the left side from the base and Michael’s balls all the way to the tip. Most of Michael’s victims got a lifetime’s worth of cocksucking experience in just a few days and they were no exception.

Michael put his hands on their heads, not to guide them (they knew what their duties were) but more in a spirit of ownership. “You love being my slaves, don’t you?”

Each young and once proud black man popped off his cock for a moment to eagerly agree.

“Yes, master.”

“More than anything, master.”

“What are you?”

Both men said “Good little boys” simultaneously. He’d had to break them hard to get to this moment but it was well worth it. The racial humiliation was just another psychological weakness to be exploited. Michael didn’t really feel that way. In fact, some of his closest bitches were black.

“Do my good little boys want a treat?”

They didn’t answer in words. Instead returning to Michael’s pole. Each man ran their tongue up and down one side of all 12 inches. They were so preoccupied in their new roles that they didn’t immediately notice when they came a few minutes later from blowing their master. In fact, it was feeling the other slave’s cumshot hit their stomachs that prompted this awareness.

What none of the Penrose men noticed at first (being so captivated by the most eager double blowjob they’d ever seen) was that Andre had finally reached Michael. But he still couldn’t get up so he did what he could and began to lick one of Michael’s feet.

“The next few days are gonna be great. Hey, who wants to play a REAL game of Last Dick Standing?”

Two of the six responses were heavily muffled but Michael was still pretty sure that the results were unanimous. 

…………

The man in the adjacent booth suppressed a moan and his dick twitched a little. Hearing all this filth and the friction between his penis and underwear were becoming too much for him.

“So, do you believe me?”

His throat was dry and the words came out in a tremulous croak. “Ye-yes, I believe you. Did you come here for forgiveness, my son?”

Michael laughed and spoke through the divider separating his half of the confessional booth from the priest’s half. “Oh, no, ‘Father.’ I’m not Catholic. I’m not even religious. And I never feel bad about the things that I do. I’m just always looking for new kinds of men to corrupt. New targets to make eager little slaves out of.”

Father Luis thought to himself “and lead us not into temptation.” His erection was excruciatingly painful and he was experiencing blue balls for the first time since he was an adolescent with a steady girlfriend. Before he felt a calling to serve the Lord and leave behind a life of earthly pleasures. Before he took sacred vows.

He fidgeted and lightly adjusted his erection. It was too much and it had been too long. He came long and hard into his black dress pants, groaning and shuddering.

Michael chuckled and got up, leaving the booth.

There was a light knock on the door to Father Luis’s booth. 

“Can I come in, Father Luis? I’d like to show and tell you more.”

The priest’s hands trembled as he leaned forward to open the booth. He thought “Dear God, please save me.”

But his old god did not answer him.

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COMING SOON: STRAIGHT PRIEST(S) ENSLAVED