A tough lesson

*** Chapter 3

Dean and Harry walked ahead, tugging me on as I made my way slowly across the lobby. An elder couple looked on in as if they were watching a circus. I was doing my best to ignore everyone except Dean and Harry, my masters, but I couldn’t help but notice that I was attracting a lot of attention. I found myself worried that I wouldn’t make it to the elevators. A security guard came forward and challenged Harry.

“What in hell’s name do you think you’re doing?” he asked, shaking his head in genuine disbelief. “I don’t care what you think you’re doing actually.” He said turning towards me, “You’d better stand up, put some clothes on and walk on out of here.” He was physically blocking my way, and I did my best to make my way around him. He stepped on the leash, and back to Harry he stopped me. I said nothing.
“Listen, we aint’ hurtin no one, so what say you let us go on, and you don’t have to worry about us.” Dean interjected.
“Are you okay son?” the guard continued, ignoring Dean.

I looked at Dean, who nodded slightly, and then lifted my head to the guard. “I’m fine sir, it’s an initiation. If I don’t make it to the elevators, I don’t make it into the fraternity.” We were all too old to be in a fraternity, but I looked young enough to pass it off. The guard looked at me with reservations, and then at Dean and Harry. They smiled slightly, and luckily that was enough to convince him. “I don’t approve that’s for sure, but whatever it is you homos are up to, you keep it out of the public eye. Understand?”

Harry and Dean nodded. I looked at Dean for permission again, and he nodded slightly. “Yes sir. Once we get on the elevator, we won’t trouble you again I promise.” Luckily by this point, we were most of the way there, so I swallowed hard, and continued my slow progress until we were at the elevators. Luckily, there was one waiting and Harry and Dean went in, and yanked hard at my leash pulling me in hard, my head tumbling against the steel of the elevator. I looked out just before the doors closed to see a small boy staring at me, as his mother tried to pull him away. Then we were alone once more.

Dean immediately pulled of my underwear. My cock was hanging loosely between my legs. thankfully the whole experience had been so traumatic that I wasn’t in the least bit turned on. “Good whore. You did well.” I nodded.
“Thank you sir.” I said, eyes fixed on the purple carpet.
“Do you think she knows what’s coming next?” Dean asked Harry.

“I don’t give a shit what that piece of shit thinks.” is all he said. “Look at me whore.” he said. My eyes stayed fixed on the floor. “I said look at me me or god help me, I’ll kick you in the head.” he said.

I was unsure of what to do, his previous warning was still ringing in my head. I raised my head, and looked at his mouth, not daring to look him in the eye. He reached down and forced my jaw open with his big hand, and stuffed my underwear into my mouth, forcing it in until I could hardly breath. I lifted my head to open my air passage, and quickly shut my eyes so as not to look at Harry. He smacked me harder than he had before, this time I could feel blood coming out of my nose.

I turned away, so I was staring up at the wall, still kneeling on my hands and knees. The elevator rang, i had no idea which floor we were on. The next thing I knew, a fabric bag was thrown over my head, and I felt a jerk at my collar, litterally dragging my naked body along the carpet. I did my best to get back up to my hands and knees, but Harry seemed to be running down the hall, and pulling me with hard jerks as he made his way. By the time we stopped i had rug burn on my chest, elbows and knees, and my neck was in agony from being thrust back so suddenly. I heard the lock open, and the door close. I waited, listening for voices, but heard nothing. I wasn’t sure if I was inside or out, but daren’t take off my hood, so I kneeled there obediently for what must have been five minutes. I eventually figured out that I must still be in the hallway, as the sound was hollow, and carried back behind me.

I didn’t move, just stayed still waiting intently for them to let me in, and then fianlly after what seemed like hours, I head the door click open, and another hard tug at my collar sent me tumbling into the hotel room.
I felt a mixture of emotions, fear, longing, but mostly relief. The bag was pulled off, my underwear pulled out of my mouth,and I found myself surrounded by not Harry and Dean, but 5 men wearing animal masks. A deer, a bird of some kind, a bear, a fish and a monkey. They were all larger than me, and all were dressed in black leather.

“This one is a real slut. She has a hunger that needs to be tamed.” The voice was Harry’s and came from the monkey. I realized too late, that i had looked him in the eye, and the kick was shift and hard, right to the stomach.

I groaned, and rolled over onto my belly. I saw him unzip his pants and expose his enourmous 9 inch cock. Thick and pulsing it was, and I could almost taste it, but he held it inches from my face. Close, but not close enough that I could reach it. Every nerve, every impulse of my being ached to touch it to hold it, feel it in my mouth. Despite the pain, my mouth began to water with anticipation. I held back though, I felt myself grow harder, and pulled away, rolling into a ball once more.
“Ahh, she learns. There may be hope yet gentlemen.”

I sobbed to myself. Any hope of pleasure seemed to be drained out of me. Harry meant it. There was to be no pleasure for me in this. My only pleasure was to be theirs. It became crystal clear to me, but I daren’t say anything.
“You groan whore, but I think you ungrateful.” he said pulling his cock back and tucking it away into his pants.
“Thank you sir.” I said dutifully. “My only pleasure is your pleasure.”

There was silence, but I felt a stroke under my chin. I looked up gingerly, and saw that it was Harry. “I’ve been hard on you little bitch cunt cum bucket, but you have deserved it. Haven't you. And you deserve whatever what you get. Even if it means you lying in a pool of your own dirty whore blood.” He paused and spat on me.

“Yes sir. I have sir. And I do sir. Thank you sir. Thank you. Thank you.” I trailed off.

He continued, “Maybe you can learn after all. I’ll keep you for now. Does that make you happy?”
It did, but I didn’t dare say it. “My happiness is meaningless.” I replied, and meant every word.

“Your damn right it is.” He said grabbing my head once more and lifting it up to his. I shut my eyes, refusing to meet his. He opened my mouth and spat into it. “Clean her up.”

The next thing I knew, eight set of hands lifted me up and put me under the shower. Rough hands were all over my body, holding me, and rubbing soap all over me. I was then hauled and dumped onto a plastic sheet on the floor, and four sets of straight razors appeared. I absently noticed a camera in the hands of a monkey, that watched impassively, as every inch of my body was shaved. I felt no fear, only trust as the sharp blades carressed my chest, my inner thighs, even my balls. I felt beautiful, and loved, but killed this feeling as soon as it arrived over and over, managing to just remain soft enough to satisfy my captors.

Once I was shaven, I was thrown into the bathroom. “Clean yourself of, and come out in a respectable fashion.” The door was closed behind me. I crawled into the shower, and washed off all the soap. Once I was done, I reached up and pulled down a towel, and after drying myself, folded it neatly and placed it on the counter. I didn’t dare stand up and look at myself in the mirror, but I did see something pink hanging from one of the shelves.

Jumping up like a dog, I dislodged it, and it fell to the ground. It was a pink bathing cap, patterned much like the collar still hanging around my neck. taking a deep breath i pulled it over my face, and soon realized that i couldn’t breath, so I studied it again, and saw a slight slit in the front, that if worn carefully would fit over my nose allowing me to breath. I pulled it over, and willed myself to be the rock that Harry needed me to be. That I needed to be. I reached for the door, and crawled blindly back into the room.

*** Chapter 4.

That cap stayed on me for the next 48 hours. To this day I’m not sure if I was meant to put it on or not, but it was the best thing that happened to me. I could no longer see what was going on, so it made it that much easier to give myself over to whatever they had in mind for me. i was completely at their disposal. Although I hardly thought about it at the time, my very life was theirs to do with as they pleased. And they did so.

Things seemed to moved faster from that point onwards, though actual time was impossible to judge. I was an empty vesell. I was ready, at least that’s how I felt, as I crawled out of that bathroom. I welcomed whatever they had in store for me. Sheltered within my own temple I felt able to control myself. To focus only on those around me, not on myself. I was there for them. For their pleasure, their happiness, I finally understood this, and I vowed to make it my goal to not rest until everyone of them had been satisfied. Completely. I would not tire. I would not stop until they were all drained. I made this promise to myself. I felt a yearning that I’d never thought possible. It wasn’t entirely sexual, but it approached the spiritual. If I concentrated, I could keep my own physical pleasure out of my mind, and focus entirely on theirs. At least thats what I hoped, no dreamed I could do as I came back, barking like a lost puppy.

“Look at the little bitch. She thinks she can impress us with a pretty hat, doesn’t she?” came a voice I didn’t recognize.

I felt hands lift me up and place me over the couch, my neck hanging towards the floor, and my legs spread exposing myself like a child to them all. Every thought was for them, for their pleasure, and I waited. I waited, for five minutes as they laughed and watched. 20 minutes as they became bored and started to do some cocaine. 4 hours as they left me there, informing me that they had a camera on me and would be watching the whole time. I didn’t move, I waited for them, dreaming of them, of pleasuring them, waiting to make them happy. To satisfy them, empty them. I waited. Finally they came back, drunk and obnoxious, stinking of sweat and vomit. Still I waited for them.

Finally the moment came. I smelled him before I even felt anything. The salty sweet smell of cock. A knife between my lips, pushing back into my throat, and splitting the rubber of the cap. “She’s asleep or something. She’s just lying there. Someone flipped my cock absently. I seprated myself from my body and waited. “This is no good. She’s too low. Have her kneel like a dog again.” I lay still waiting for an order. Instead I felt a blow to the head once more.
“You heard him whore. On your whore knees. If I see a smile or anything but your useless little limp dick, you’re done.”

“Yes sir.” I said, rolling onto the floor, feeling the rough carpet against my smooth skin. I got to my knees, and put my hands behind my back. The smell of cock was getting stronger now, and despite myself, I began to swell a little with anticipation. I swallowed hard in fear, and it soon shrivelled up again. Maybe they were too drunk and high, but noone said anything.

“Aren’t we even going to knock her teeth in?” came one of the voices. I swallowed, and my cock almost disappeared.
"She'll play nice trust me. This piece of shit is anxious to please use. That's her fucking problem."
“You know it’s better that way.” Came another voice, pleading almost whining.
"It feels so good that way, nothing but net." He said and I heard most of them laugh.

“Listen we talked about this downstairs. Of course it’s better, but in the joint we got no end of time. It's better for them and it's better for us. Here we’re on a limited schedule boys. I used my credit card on this place, and I don't want the cops sniffing into why it looks like a blood bath in here.” I felt another sharp blow to my ear. "And don't you dare think that means that you're safe in here or nothing."
"No sir. No sir. thank you sir" I mumbled beneath the mask.
“Oh alright. If you insist.” Came the disappointed responses. i permitted myself to swallow.

And then, after a brief moment, it began. It started slowly, the salty smell was soon a thick round chunk of man's flesh pushing it’s way into my mouth, soft at first, but I could feel the blood rush in in waves as I tightened my lips around it and opened the back of my throat to him. He submitted and grasped my jaw with both hands, pulling me down his shaft, and burying it into my throat. I gagged slightly, but didn’t pull away. He held it for a bit and then pulled out suddenly. Another pair of hands took my head and uncerimoniously forced his cock almost straight down my windpipe. He got caught briefly at the back of my throat, but with a little effort, he continued down for what must have been antother two or three inches. He held himself there, and began thrusting gently, never fully pulling out of my throat completely blocking my breathing. I was about to pass out when he finally pulled out, a long string of saliva following his massive cock out. I hardly had time to breath before the next set of hands took hold of me. Not as big this time, but still big enough to push back against my gag reflex with every thrust. I gasped for air between each.

The fourth I remember as being the biggest. I’ll never know for sure, but I’d like to think that it was Harry. It makes me happy to think of it like that. The fourth was a struggle, it wasn’t any longer than the second guy, but it was thick. So thick that he actually got stuck in me. He had to physically pull himself out that first time, but I got used to it, and despite the flood of spit that was pouring out of my mouth I imagined that I was theirs. Their cum bucket, their reseptacle. I was there to take all that they had. it was my my duty and my priveledge, and in truth despite the pain and fear, I felt thankful. Thankful as that massive cock thrust in and out of my mouth like it was pussy, like it was there for the sole purpose of taking cock. Thankful because it was.

They passed me round like that for at least 15 or 20 minutes, stopping only to give me enough air to stay consious, and then before I even realized what was happening, I was hoisted into the air, large hands holding me aloft while one guy kept hammering away at my mouth. I felt two sets of arms thrust my legs apart, and before I could even prepare for it, a cock was thrust uncerimoniously into my ass. No lube or anything, just what there was of my own saliva acting as lubricant as I felt the human equiveland to a jackhammer filling me up as i gasped for air. It hurt like hell, and I tried to call out, but the sound was muffled by the relentless thrusting down my throat. I must have sounded like a generator, as each gasp for air was lost to the impact of another thrust of hard cock into my skull. They held me like that in the air ages, one in my mouth, the other hard at work on my ass.

Soon there was pauses, and then it would start again. The taste of my own shit filled my mouth, as cocks went from my mouth to my ass and back again. I kept at it though, reaching out blindly with my hands, desperate to find some of the cocks that were impatiently waiting their turn. I took all that they had, and more. They would pull out just before climax, just so they could keep on at me unrelentingly. It was over an hour when I I finally felt the first climax, thusting into my throat with abandon, no concern for my breath. Soon after, two came at the same time, one in my ass and one in my throat. I pushed back with all that I had for each of them, trying to make it the best feeling that they’d ever had.

Finally it was just number four. They had all been pounding away at my ass for so long, that my bowels had loosened uncontrolably, and I could feel the thick brown shit lubricating his giant cock as it drilled into me like a jack hammer. He kept at in undeterred until i could feel his rythym even off. He started riding me like a whore, me pushing back for all I was worth. I wanted his to be extra special, I treasured each thrust into my ass, and when he began to speed up I braced myself, and then the pause. I waited for it, and then welcomed his shit covered cock into my mouth, sucking it lovingly, cleaning the shit off with the suction of my lips, careful to swallow it between thrusts, as he picked his rythym up again.

I wasn’t about to show it, but I was happy. Happy to have the intamacy of his cock so deep in me, feeling each thrust so completely as it blocked the oxygen to my brain, giving me a high that I never knew possible. I didn’t even feel any pain at all, only pure joy as his thrusts got harder, and faster. I felt the muscle tense and began to spasm, and then thrusts so hard that my head began to jerk violently with the full weight of his pelvis. Finally he sped up and then finally grabbed my by the jaw, pulling me so that my lips were pressed hard against his pelvic bone. He held me there as his cum flowed effortlessly into me, coursing like a river into my belly. He jerked and twitched and held me there, thrusting a few more times, before finally pulling out, and yanked the bathing cap off my head, letting his cock rub unhindered against my face. I was soaked with blood and spit, but not a drop of shit or semen. One of the others had collected the run off from my ass. Mostly shit, but swirled with cum like chocolate ice cream with white chocolate ripples. He poured it into a glass and handed it to me. I emptied it, and swallowed.

I risked a smile. “Thank you sir. Thanks to all of you.” I felf their hands caress me, and carry me to the bed, and that is all I remember of that night.

The next morning I woke up and they were gone. I couldn't speak or stand. I wasn't even thinking about the fact that I had work. I didn't go back for a week. I was still limping, and coughing when I did. Sometimes I think back about Harry and Dean and it defies all logic, but I really miss them when I do.