The Annex

Peter hadn't stopped wailing since the first charge of electro shot through both Wiley and himself. Laying on the floor in the closet his sobbing was starting to irritate the two sex pigs and their new toy, Wesley. 

"I'm putting an electro collar on him tomorrow. If he's going to cry every time he's put  to work, maybe that'll shut his hole". 

Wiley's dick was stuck in Rhys's ass while Wesley deep throated the prone sex pig. 

The amount of hickies on Wesley's body had kept increasing. The pigs were looking forward to the week of using Wesley 'stight ass. They were determined to teach him the art of the deepthroat. Maybe they'll claim him for themselves, probably when Alex is out.  

Peter, on the other hand, was more of a bother than anything else. Avery was going to use him in a new scene he'd thought up for a video today. When the  three boys were told the idea, Peter's cries became noticeably shriller. 

They decided to have Peter's meals sent to room, which h  allowed the boys to deposit cum loads and butt-cum loads onto it. Lately they'd been doing that while little shithead watched. Their way of paying him back for being so annoying. His stay at the Annex  was destined to be a vacation to remember. The two pigs agreed that they hadn't really even started. In a stroke of genius Rhys suggested they all piss in Peter's lunch bowl. 

Avery had the stage draped with heavy curtains so serve as the entrance to a secret club's back room. After Wiley heard what the scene was going to be, he eagerly volunteered to perform. Avery declined. Wiley had plenty of work to do elsewhere in the dungeon wing. 

Avery called for action. 

Four naked boys, gagged, plugged and in chastity, metal collars and chains were led  onto the stage. The chain leads were all held by Raven, who positioned them one next to the other on the platform. On their knees, their heads were chained to the platform and side poles separating them. Their heads were all held immobile in place,  unable to move in any direction. Heavy metal plugs had been put into their asses, each with a chain attached to a metal ball cage. 

The video had been named "Slave Room". 

"You will keep your mouths open whether   your holes are being used or not. The ass chain will be pulled to instruct you to raise your backside  to use your assholes, the plugs will be removed, then replaced upon finishing, the ball cage will where it is. I may send an electrical charge to it if I think king you're not doing

G your absolute best. ABSOLUTE BEST!! "

Raven spoke calmly and once the "slaves" were properly secured, he put his large cock head in the open mouth of each boy. He had worn an unusually large PA today, he made a point

Of making the PA clang against their teeth. 

"Those of you not on loan from your owners are available to be claimed by these masters. Once claimed you may be fitted with perineum piercings. Your permanent badges showing your servitude, the masters name is etched on it. It's your slave-tag, just like a dog tag. 

 As Raven laid his cock in each boy's mouth he released a stream of piss. "Of course you know you must obey every command given to you today. You are on a 24 hour shift with four 15 minute breaks. Use these breaks wisely. Any leaking dicks will receive punishment in the other room." A collective groan echoed through the chained slaves. 

"Drinking from the tap is the only way you'll drink today. Anything regurgitated will be added to your evening meal. You are to keep all the cum collected in your asses. "

After a few more instructions the men began filling the small room and using the available slaves's fuckable holes. As actors they had been instructed to not hold all cum back. There were enough guys to last  two hours then recycle back. 

Avery wanted cum dripping from every mouth and every asshole despite the plugs. The pigs were to get major face time. 

Peter was last of the boys chained in place. His gag was replaced with a ring gag to stifle his whining. 

It ended up that his whining drew  more and more of the men to his holes. Some of the actors who had shot loads earlier came back just to use the suffering boy. While the other "slaves" got a respite occasionally, not Peter. He was spit roasted the whole two hours. The bowls placed below his mouth  and ass collected an impressive amount of cum and piss. 

Avery was thrilled with this latest twink porn  discovery. Peter would be claimed for the dungeon, hopefully he would agree. 

That night in the closet, as he listened to Wesley, Rhys and Wiley fuck, he couldn't understand how the two pigs could get fucked all day and come back to fuck most of the night.

Rhys and Wiley only rarely came during the day, true, they were frequently called on to perform some of the fucking, but saved themselves for when they were both together and alone. 

The pigs had decided to keep both Peter and Wesley to help them satisfy their residents. Wesley loved the idea, especially when he heard he'd get to fuck some of the older guys. They were not all tops, and Wesley's dick was to be used often. He could cum or not cum, his choice, as long as he can last through all the residents. Used seldomly in the dungeon for BDSM videos, he was a regular in the twink fare they made. 

Peter was a completely different animal. His mouth was regularly either gagged or taped, he had been threatened to have his tongue cut out. 

Of course nothing like that ever happened, but Peter didn't know that. 

Peter was kept in an electro collar, held by whichever pig he was accompanying. Wesley went along willingly and happily. Peter never stopped whining, the annoying cries getting louder with each shock through the collar. Rhys gave an electro shock quite often, knowing the shock tenses every muscle in the body. This made his ass popular among the residents. 

Lyric and Huntr visited about once each week, the boys all fucked and eventually ended up playing video games or watching TV. Peter stayed on the closet floor. Whining. 

Avery liked using Peter in the "slave room" videos. The little fucker never let him down. He'd cry the whole length of the video. 

The director especially liked when the boys were hung over the platform, palms on the ground, ankles raised to display assholes. The holes were fitted with ass spreaders to about two to three inches; then repeatedly filled with piss. All that was collected underneath was fed back to them through funnel gags. The boys were alternated to insure all asses got filled as well as fucked. A couple of the boys asked to be regulars in the slave scenes. Avery was happy to oblige. Peter was in them all too, but not because he requested it. Just the opposite. 

It took three weeks of sleeping on the closet floor for Peter to surrender. After calling the pigs every cruel and disgusting name he could think of he asked to stay. Rhys and Wiley were surprised by this revelation, but Peter demanded to be allowed to sleep on the bed, regardless. That, is i, he actually got any sleep. The pigs hadn't fucked Peter so this new body in the bed got double fucked most of the night with Wesley being a third fucking Peter's mouth. 

The four Annex pigs were adding spice to the regular day of fucking. They alternated working the wings and even all helped with BDSM after care. Peter still whined, Wesley had to use some of the viagra to stay hard for the bottoming residents, and Rhys and Wiley were able to take time off. 

Alex never mentioned returning the Wesley or Peter. , so no infighting broke out. On a weekend off Rhys Wiley , Lyric and Huntr donned clothing and walked through the gay ghetto. A first.

The four were recognized by so many passersby that they ducked into a local coffee house and took the table farthest from the windows. 

"Hey you guys!!" A familiar voice intoned. 

"Daley!!  Shit, I didn't realize we were in your place". Lyric had seen Daley plenty of times at the sex clubs around town. The Academy supplied fuck boys which Lyric and Huntr delivered and returned. 

"Always working"

"You even stay naked up here in the coffee house?" Huntr was curious. Daley's body was a wonder. Muscled but not showy, always with a semi stiff dick. 

"Yeah. Nobody cares, the guys from the city, and even the cops,  just smile and they know they can fuck me or I'll suck them anytime they want"

Lyric took Daley's dick in hand and gave a little squeeze. "I could use a little cream in my coffee if......"

"Dude, Barron's been sucking on me all morning, hasn't even gotten me close"

Lyric dropped to his knees and smiled as he took Daley's semi erect dick into his mouth. Not to be left out, Huntr crouched at his ass and spread the tight-looking white cheeks. His tongue was soon buried as deep as possible in Daley's famous pink asshole. 

Rhys and Wiley watched the scene at the side of the table. 

"I'd like some of that!" Said Rhys. 

Daley crab walked to a sofa against the back wall, Rhys and Wiley joined him and fell into a threeway kiss with Daley. 

Lyric and Rhys traded placed as did Wiley and Huntr. 

"Oh......I think you guys have hit the bullseye"

Wiley had substituted two fingers for his tongue and stroked Daley's stiffening prostate 

"Where do you want it?" Daley was short of breath and visibly vibrating. 

"The table. We can all taste it" Wiley blurted. The other three agreed, so with mounting breathlessness, looking like he was about to explode or collapse, Daley deposited a silent load on the glass cafe table top.  

As he was recovering, the  four the boys were standing to admire the white creamy liquid, a crowd of cafe customers clapped and hooted approval. 

All five boys bowed, but now there were four boys standing who were extremely horny. 

One by one they approached the cafe table to add to Daley's formidable deposit. After five twink loads were on the table making a sizable  puddle, the crowd went crazy and some charged the table. The amused boys allowed the piggy customers to indulge and soon the table was licked clean. 

"Shit!! I wanted to taste it!"

"Stick around I'll stroke up another in a little while." A smiling Daley returned downstairs to the BDSM sex club and the four wandered back to the Academy. 

"Well, I think that was a day well spent!" Rhys was almost skipping he was so energized.