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

The day had been long already with me fearing what I was going to have to do later in the day. Brian, or daddy as he wanted me to call him, had made me promise to meet him at the mall at six. He now knew my address and perhaps worse, knew what he could get me to do. He had used my mouth for his own sexual pleasures twice the night before and I seemed unable to do a thing about it.

The worst part was how undecided I was at whether I liked it or not. Getting forced to commit such humiliating acts was so degrading to me, but yet there was clearly a side to me that wanted to have this man force my mouth over his cock whenever he so chose to do it. But he seemed to have taken control over my own free will the minute I stepped behind his front door. There was one thing I certainly couldn’t deny; every time I thought about what he had made me do the day before, I got a raging hardon. The only aspect that tended to make me sick was remembering how he had made me swallow half of his second load. As if it wasn’t embarrassing enough that he came in my mouth, making me swallow it was absolutely the most disgusting thing I could think of doing. Yet, he made it quite clear that he expected me to get use to doing that for him whenever he wanted to make me do it.

By the time I found myself wandering through the mall at five till six, I thought for sure that every person I passed could clearly see my hardon through my pants. I may have been scared to death of what this guy had in mind for me, but I was also inexplicably drawn to meeting with him a second time.

I found my way to the food court and bought a soda. I tried to sit in the same seat I had been in the day before, and waited. I didn’t have to wait long, because he was right on time. He sat across from me and gave me a quick, smug hello. I felt my jaw twist as I stared into his eyes and said, “Hi… daddy.” His grin indicated that he was very pleased that I chose that particular way to greet him.

Daddy pushed a bag across the table for me and I took a look inside. I shook as I saw the contents. When I asked him what they were for, he told me that they were to heighten our playtime together tonight. I told him I couldn’t go with him, I was simply too nervous to trust what he might do to me. With that he slid a piece of paper face down across the table. When I turned it over, it had one thing on it; my address. I started to beg him to leave me alone, but that only seemed to turn him on more. I asked what he intended to do with the two items in the bag. He told me that one was for me to wear to get me use to my place in this new relationship, and the other was so I would have no problem in knowing who was in charge.

“My son doesn’t have a problem with helping his dad out, does he?”

I said I had a huge problem and he laughed at me and said that we had better get to changing my mind fast then. He stood and waited for me to join him. I feebly walked beside him as he led me back to his car. When we got there, he opened the door on my side and I figured this was the best time to plead for him to not make me swallow his stuff as he had the night before. Again he laughed at me to indicate I had no choice in the matter and asked me, “How in the world are you going to fall in love with my love juice if I don’t feed it to you regularly?”

As much as I wanted to run, I knew there wasn’t any real way to hide from Brian now. Even as I sat down in the front seat of his car, seeing him slam the door shut made me feel like his date, and I knew I was going to be put through hell tonight. The only thing I relied on was that he had indeed kept to his promise the night before. Nothing he did to me really caused me pain, just an abundance of humiliation.

On the way out of the garage he asked me if I was really scared or just nervous. I told him both. He sat his right hand on my leg and slid it up to cover my crotch. He kneaded my cock and balls most of the way to his house, which was only a two minute drive. I felt as if I leaked a load of precum at his touching of me. When we arrived at his house, he walked around the car and opened the door for me. That gesture may have been just to hurry me up, but as he did it, it made me feel so effeminate. He grabbed my arm and nodded toward the backseat where he had thrown the bag. The look on his face told me it was my job to retrieve it.

As soon as I got inside the door, he grabbed my arm, shut the door and I heard him lock it again. Then he said, “Well son, you know I don’t like clothes on my little cocksucker.”

At first I tried to get away from the front door, but when he refused to allow me to move away, I started to shed my clothes for him. His stare had me under his control so well, that when I was again nude for him, I asked, “Now what, daddy?”

His smile made me shrink with embarrassment. I couldn’t believe I had referred to him that way, but something just told me to keep him in a good mood. That bag was on the floor right next to me and I hated what I was thinking about it. When he saw me glance at it, he had me pick it up. His next words cut me deeply, letting me know that he was trying to make me humiliate myself for his own pleasure.

“I want you to put the items to use. If you do a good job, tonight you can have your chose as to how they are used. If you don’t use them most effectively, I will.”

Daddy’s words had been sharp and to the point. I knew what he wanted with the first item, but the second one scared the absolute hell out of me. But I knew that the only thing I had to gain by complying with his wishes was that I might at least be comfortable in my sexual torture. So I sat the bag down and removed a pair of pink cotton panties and glanced at him as I pulled them over my quivering legs. He approved greatly at seeing me put them on, so I knew I got the first part right. But choosing how to use the second item had me in a mental hell.

Daddy stood with his arms folded, watching me stand there in pink panties, trying to figure out what to do with the next item. Finally I reached down into the bag and took out what appeared to be about fifty feet of nylon rope. My thought was to cut the thing into unusable pieces, but I knew he expected me to suggest how best to truss myself for his benefit. As I looked around, I knew no matter what happened I at least wanted it to happen in the confines of the bedroom and away from this front door. He gave me a little direction by saying, “Remember, if it isn’t imaginative enough, I’ll be taking over.”

He knew he had me shaking in my boots, or should I say panties. I had thought about just suggesting tying my hands in front of me, but clearly that wouldn’t be considered imaginative enough for him. I wanted to get away from the door, so I reached for my clothes and he said to leave them there. So I started for the bedroom. When I turned, I saw he wasn’t following, but was instead leaning against the door with his arms still folded. I was so embarrassed to know what it was he was waiting for, but I knew I had to do it. I was getting to the point where I just wanted this damn night over with and would do anything to hurry it up. So I went back to him and took his hand and led him down the hall to the bedroom. He made quite a point out of squeezing my hand.

I looked around the bedroom and hated all the ideas that came to me because they would have left me in such a horrible position for him to do whatever he pleased. I really wanted to incorporate the bed so I could at least lie down, but just suggesting that he tie my hands to the bedpost seemed too easy and might give him reason to take my choice away from me. I certainly didn’t want him taking over. Despite how awful it had been to get my face fucked while hanging my head off the end of the bed, it was about the only thing I thought he might except that I was willing to do. I knew it meant that he would have open access to my mouth, and that I would probably have to swallow more of his cum, but he had already made it clear that he intended to do that to me anyway.

So, I started to tell him my decision. “You can tie my arms to the bed.” I searched his face and knew I better add the next part. “To the posts at the bottom of the bed so you can have me like last night.” He gave a twisted little smile, but I feared it wasn’t good enough and quickly scrambled for an idea to make it more acceptable to him. “And you can tie my legs to the head board.”

That made him smile to a degree that I figured pleased him enough. He turned and opened a dresser drawer. When he turned back around I freaked out and jumped back. He had a knife in his hand. His face twisted into a mean look and he charged at me, and pinned me against the wall. He thrust his forearm under my chin and hoisted me to my tiptoes.

“Didn’t I tell you I wasn’t going to hurt you, girl?”

I nodded my head.

“Don’t you trust me, bitch?”

I thought for a moment, then I squeaked out, “Yes, sir.”

His arm loosened against my throat and I realized he considered my fear as an insult to his word. That actually made me feel a whole lot safer. He flipped the knife around and offered it to me. Then he explained, “If you want me to tie you like that, you’ll need four pieces of rope, you little fucking cocksucker.”

I took the knife and cut it into approximately four equal pieces and offered them to him. He smiled and said, “You can tie the first three yourself. Stop being a lazy little faggot.”

The names were starting to bother me. The more I complied though, the more they were true. I think that might have been the idea. I thought for a moment on how I was going to get the task done, then sat on the bed and tied loops in all four pieces of rope. I draped two of the loops over the headboard posts, and since there were no posts at the bottom, I actually had to lift the bottom of the bed to slip a loop over each leg. As I worked to help Brian humiliate myself, I continued to glance at him to make sure I was winning his approval. I seemed to be doing a good job.

I sat on the bed and tied my first leg to the left post, but he said I had given myself too much slack. I retied the rope to take up the slack. His expression showed approval. I had to spread my legs wide to get my right leg tied in a similar fashion. I felt so odd in the panties at this point because of the way they reacted to my motions. I leaned back on the bed and started to tie my left arm. Daddy indicated he wanted me stretched further, so I leaned as far as I could and struggled to knot the rope around my wrist. With that done, I collapsed on the bed and waited. I knew he was waiting for something, but I couldn’t figure out what. Finally, I said, “I’m ready for you, daddy.” I knew saying daddy would put him in a nicer mood.

He put on a wicked grin and yanked my body back to the center of the bed, making all three ropes taught. Then he tied the last rope to my right wrist. As he stood over my head, he slowly took off all his clothes. When he got to his underwear, as frightened as I was, his rigid cock standing firmly against his body caused me to get fully erect. This was something that wasn’t hidden from his sight at all by the flimsy cotton panties covering me. He reached down and squeezed my hardon in his hands a little and asked, “I see my son is ready to become my sweet little girl now. Are you ready for me to make you my sweet little cocksucking girl.”

I knew I had to keep him in a very good mood and responded with, “Yes, daddy. I want to be your girl.” How… fucking… embarrassing!

He stood next to my head and rubbed his leaking cock all over my face, making me wet with his precum. Then he made it all worse. He told me he wasn’t really into fucking me tonight and that if I didn’t want it to take hours that I had better beg him and keep him very interested. I certainly wanted this to end fast, so I said, “Yes, sir.”

I gulped hard and started. “Please, daddy, do it like last night.” All he did was stand there and rub his cock into my face. “Please stick it in my mouth, daddy.” I even tried to grab him with my mouth as his prick would pass over my lips, but he wanted a lot more. So I went all out, “Please, daddy. I want you to fuck me in the mouth. I tied myself down for you so I couldn’t fight back. Please, fuck me and let me taste your cock again.”

I figured that should have worked, but instead, he went to the dresser again and brought back a wide headband. I was ordered to keep begging. So even as he slipped the band over my eyes to blindfold me, I begged for him to assault me. I heard him go to open the door and couldn’t reason why, but continued my begging. Then I felt his cock on my face again and he slipped it between my lips as I was talking. I had to tilt my head way back to suck on him in this position, and I found myself liking the feeling of doing this way too much. Finally he fell over me and my head took a more relaxed position. I could hardly suck on him as he laid there on me, so he started to fuck my mouth just as he had the night before. But then he pulled from my mouth.

As he stood there he said, “I don’t hear anything, girl.”

I started begging again, “Please, daddy. Don’t tease me, fuck me.” And after several such statements he began again. He went very easy at first, and very slow. He seemed to be trying to gag me just before pulling back a little. Then he started to pull out of my mouth after every major gagging and waited for me to beg him to do it again. He started saying how good of a little bitch I was becoming and that he was satisfied with my performance. I suddenly realized that there was someone else in the room he was talking to when I heard a muffled voice saying, “Good!”

I would have freaked out and demanded to be freed, but his cock was planted deep in my mouth now and he was fucking away at me in earnest to get his rocks off. His balls kept thumping my nose, and I struggled to understand who and why the other guy was there. Though the why was pretty clear. I realized I had a raging hardon now and that daddy was playing with it to keep me excited. Then he pulled out of me and I found myself begging for him to continue even though it was clear now that there was another man in the room. I knew he was close and I didn’t want him to stop now and make me start all over. Then he shoved his cock in real deep and asked the other man if he should stick it in my throat all the way yet. I prayed that he wouldn’t, and luckily he was bluffing that part of the assault. But as he kept slowly pushing it to the same point, I knew he was ready to cum. And sure enough, I heard him grunt and hold it in place as I felt his warm cum pulsing into my throat. He was screaming his delight with me as a perfect little faggot as he finished relieving himself fully into my throat. I was choking his cum down as fast as I could to keep from gagging. It felt so fucking nasty doing it, but I had nothing else I could do. When he was done he allowed me a breath and then slipped it back in while I sucked him clean as he instructed. And then the most horrible part so far. I heard him speak to the other guy in the room.

“Well, you got yourself a deal. I’ll buy the little fucker from you for the thousand. You hear that son; you’re officially mine to make you my bitch whenever I want.”

I started to protest and got a hard thump on the head for it. As my new daddy pulled away from me, he offered me to the other guy, telling him to enjoy himself to seal the deal.

I heard pants being unzipped as the other man was getting ready for me and could feel him getting nearer to me. Then the humiliation just got worse. I was ordered to beg him to assault me.

Realizing I had absolutely no choice at this point, I said, “Please, mister. Take a turn at me. Please go easy though, I haven’t done this much. Just let me breathe while you do it to me.” After a minute or so, I finally felt his cock hit my lips. Wanting to end the embarrassing begging, I grabbed for his cock with my lips and started sucking him off. His cock wasn’t nearly as big as Brian’s, but it was even harder and the guy seemed to fuck with a greater purpose. As he worked me over, he rubbed the palm of his hand against my cock. I imagined how my tormentors had both had a clear shot at my hardon. It had to be inches from their own faces as they sought to fuck themselves off on me.

This new guy was doing something much more deliberately to fuck himself off, but I couldn’t figure out what. I just knew it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. And his hand on my prick was applying just enough pressure so that I could lift my butt against him to try to rub myself off. So far, the thought of getting myself off hadn’t even come into the picture, probably by Brian’s design. And Brian was encouraging him now to tease me some. So when he removed himself from my mouth, I quickly begged him to return his meat to my lips.

And then the wildest thing happened as I felt myself coming close to getting off. I was struggling to help the guy in my mouth to fuck me even harder. He removed his hand from my crotch and I winced in mental pain, wishing that he would return it. I humped my abdomen as much as the ropes and the weight of his body would allow me, but it was helping him pierce my own mouth that seemed to keep pushing me to the edge. So, when he withdrew from my mouth, I pleaded with the man to continue fucking me, and struggled to find him through the blindfold. When I had him back, I saw stars in the darkness and gave a few last humps in the air with my body as I felt myself cumming. The panties I was wearing instantly showed both men what I had done and daddy chastised me for messing up my panties. He informed me that I would have to wear them home for that and clean them for our next adventure. Even though I was totally spent, unlike any other time where the sex drive would have gone to zero instantly, the cock in my mouth and being informed that I’d be coming back kept me driving to make the man in me cum.

I guess seeing me mess my panties under such embarrassing conditions helped him to the brink as well. I felt him quiver and then jerk in spasms as he held his cock to the back of my throat as daddy was telling him to do. Then the guy screamed something about feeding me and I gulped as I felt the warmth in my throat yet again. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but there was something in what the guy had said that seemed oddly familiar. Then as I was sucking him clean I finally went back to the comment of being bought and sold. I wondered who thought they had a right to sell me to anyone, for anything. And was this just to enhance the thrills for my new daddy, or was he serious about having actually paid a thousand dollars for me.

Both men left the room and I tried to spit the remnants of cum from my mouth. I realized now that the blindfold must have been because the guy that sold me must be someone I know. I was still trying to figure it all out as Brian came back to the room. I knew so few people around here, what asshole had gotten me mixed up in this sordid crap?

Daddy took the blindfold from me and I saw he had the knife in his hand again as I got use to the light. I remembered quickly not to react fearfully of the knife. Daddy was straddling me and leaned down to chew on the skin and little fat that there was around my right nipple. Then he pushed up and told me I had been a bad girl for messing up my panties. I started to apologize, but was hushed. He took the knife and cut either side of the panties and told me I would have to buy more to replace them now. He ripped them from me and wiped my cum up in them, and then placed them in front of my eyes.

“Open up you little cunt.”

I really didn’t want to, but complied since he sounded so angry. He turned them so several globs of my cum were evident and stuffed them into my mouth. He said he had to get some duct tape and started to get off me, but then said, “Shit, I don’t need tape. You spit them out and you’ll get a lot worse in your mouth.”

Brian started to tell me how well I had performed on my first “john” and that as long as I kept it up, I’d be a very happy little girl. His reference to a “john” didn’t please me at all, nor his remark about being a girl. I was starting to understand that he was looking at me as if I were his son, that he was trying to make effeminate against my [his] will. He went on to tell me he was quite pleased with his purchase of me and asked if I was going to give him any trouble. I shook my head slowly, hoping that in some twisted world, I hadn’t actually become his property.

Daddy told me I had to be punished for my messing up the panties and I cringed at what he meant by that. I bit hard on the panties in my mouth and for the first time really tasted my own semen. When he started to remove the ropes holding my legs spread, I sighed to myself, but perhaps too soon. He threw the ropes over my body and got off the bed. He pulled one of the ropes until he had my left leg in the air and bent it back until it was about a foot off the bed and close to my head. He tied the rope to the leg of the bed along with my wrist. Then he did the same with my other leg. I was now splayed wide open for him and started praying that the thoughts running through my head were all wrong. But his next statement proved to be painful to hear. I was trussed up like this so he could fuck me in the ass. I shook my head in a pleading fashion which promptly got my well exposed ass slapped hard.

Without a word, he left the room and left me there for a good ten minutes. When he came back, he leaned close to my face and asked if he had hurt me yet. I thought wisely and shook my head to indicate ‘no’. He was still totally nude and his erection bobbed around as he got back on the bed and between my legs.

“You’ve had a long time to think about it. This might hurt a little bit. So, I’ll give you a choice. I know you don’t want this to end completely, you’ve shown you’ve had a good time. The cum on your panties and your fluent begging proves that. I’ll untie you and let you go right now, but you’ll never get to come back, ever. And I know you want to continue being my little boy… or girl, however it may be. So, do you want to leave forever and spare your ass, or do you want to take your punishment like a good little girl?”

He sat back and just leered at me. Ninety percent of me wanted to run like hell, but I kept flashing to the thought that he indeed hadn’t really hurt me, just embarrassed and humiliated the hell out of me. And all the while I was begging him and his friend to fuck my mouth; I was in a higher heaven than I’d ever been before. So much so that I actually came for the first time in my life without a hand on my cock.

Daddy must have seen in my eyes that I was ready to answer him. He asked, “You want to take your punishment now?”

I hesitated greatly, but finally I nodded my approval slowly.

He sat back on his feet and without any warning, gave my ass several hard slaps. They brought tears to my eyes and he explained that now my getting fucked wouldn’t hurt so much. Tears rolled down the side of my face as he spit in his hand and rubbed it all over the entrance to what would soon be referred to as my “pussy”. His cock hit the cheeks of my ass and I felt him pushing at me. He was telling me I’d better loosen up or it would hurt a lot more. Having my legs next to my head wasn’t the easiest way to relax, but as I felt him pushing away at me, I tried desperately to relax my “pussy”. Strangely enough, what seemed to help me the most was his constant encouragement and berating me as his property. Finally, I bit down on my gag and as I felt my own juices seep from the fabric, I pushed my ass into his organ as hard as I could and it popped through and into me just a little.

But just a little was enough to make my eyes pop and I screamed into the gag. It hurt so much getting into me, but daddy said he’d stop for a moment and comforted me until the pain started to subside. His encouragement was just more berating of me, but in a sick sense was just what I needed to mentally capitulate to this attack on me. Being called his cunt and bitch was somehow turning into a desire to please my daddy. And demeaning words such as being called his girl seemed to make me feel the part of being more effeminate towards him. As he started his fucking motion into me again I found myself trying, even through the pain, to push back against him. He rewarded me by going easier on me. He even asked me a couple of times if I was okay. I would nod my head, but he had to see through the wincing pain on my face that I was struggling to allow him to continue.

The more of his cock that he shoved into me, the more I tried to think as a female who wanted to get fucked. When he had enough of himself in me to make himself happy, he told me I was trying hard enough to help that he wouldn’t give it all to me. And as he settled into a long and slow rhythm, I responded involuntarily by moaning and humping back at him. I felt so stuffed full that I was on autopilot, and rolled my head from side-to-side as he had his way with me. And when I heard him groaning as before, I had such a desire to help him get off that I stared into his eyes and bucked against him to push him over the edge. As he grunted his way to a finish, I felt like such a fucking whore working to milk this man’s cock that had just spent several minutes abusing my ass.

Daddy pulled out of me, patted my ass and commented on how I was still wide open. I could feel my body trying to expel his cum from my ass. I tried to relax, as disgusted with myself as I was pleased. He slowly let me loose, while all the time pointing out how to keep from getting fucked again in the future. I was in his home to please him and not myself. For the next twenty minutes as he allowed me to clean up and dress, I was allowed to converse freely with my new daddy. He had indeed paid a thousand dollars for me and expected me to just go along with it. I found out that he knew a lot more about me than I thought and even knew where I worked. He told me that I would never be hurt as his plaything (punishment not included), and gave me a code word to say if anything got too out of hand. But he pointed out that whenever I used the code word that I would be expected to leave immediately.

Brian knew he had me hooked now. Throughout all the embarrassment and humiliation, the fear and degradation, he knew deep down that I wanted to suck his cock again. Even if I did have to eat his cum occasionally, it would be worth it to have him feed me his cock.

My new daddy drove me back to the mall and told me to be ready to be picked up at six the next evening again. I complained that he had originally talked about a couple of times a week, to which he said, “You always play with new toys more often when they’re new.” He also told me to come wearing new pink panties, bring a roll of duct tape, a black cloth for a blindfold, and an amazing appetite. He then reached across the seat and placed something in my shirt pocket and said “goodbye to his little girl”.

As I walked gingerly back into the mall, I noticed that he had placed another twenty into my pocket. I had forgotten all about asking what the twenty was for from the night before. It was becoming obvious to me that I was being paid for my services. Just like the day before, as soon as I got free from Brian, I got a raging hardon and needed to relieve myself. I headed home and spent the next couple of hours trying to figure out what I had gotten myself into. By the end of the night I had somewhat come to terms with being the property of another man. I hoped that I could come to terms with the embarrassment I figured would be closely following.

The next day came all too quick for me. My butt was still sore and I was still walking slowly. I was however, ready to meet my daddy. I was still so horny from the past two days that all the grief I got was almost worth it to have something to jerk off to at night. I made my way to the food court once again and waited. When he was ten minutes late meeting me, I wondered if I was supposed to figure something out. Sure enough, when I went to where his car had been the last two times, he was leaning against the car door waiting for me. He commented on how I was able to think for myself and opened the door for me. When he got in, he took the bag from me and checked its contents to make sure I had the tape and blindfold. He stared at my pants and I took the hint and pulled the side of them down so he could see the new panties. When he asked where I bought them at, I lied because I didn’t want to admit that I shop lifted them so I wouldn’t have to get eyed by some clerk. Just before he started the car he reached over, stuck two fingers in my mouth and pried it open to look in.

“It looks empty, but did you bring your appetite?”

I meekly answered in the affirmative and he drove us to his house. He told me he had a huge surprise for me at the end of the night, but wouldn’t elaborate. When we arrived he told me he expected me to drive directly to his house from now on and he didn’t care if there were a dozen cars in the yard, I was to come in. Once we got inside, he had me get him a beer, and then had me kneel beside the couch and rub his hardon through his pants as he sat there drinking it. He asked me how I wanted to be taken today. I told him I had no real preference, and immediately saw he didn’t approve of my answer. I quickly interjected on the bed as the two days before seemed to work well. At first he grumbled, but agreed that that position did make me wildly accessible. He downed the rest of his beer and had me throw it away, and then told me to bring him to the bedroom. He knew it embarrassed me to lead him by his hand that way, so obviously he was going to keep making me do it.

I had forgotten the bag in the living room, so after I was forced to strip to the new panties, I had to go past the big bay window in his front room to retrieve it. It was also my duty today to take my daddy’s clothes off for him. When he was stripped, he pulled the ropes that were still tied to the posts across the bed. I was ordered to tie myself down again and then to blindfold myself using the cloth and duct tape. I tried to ask if anyone else was there, but he pretended not to hear me. When he was satisfied that I was fully blindfolded, I lay back down and waited for him to tie my last arm. Then the humiliation started.

He told me that a neighbor of his wanted to try me out and was awaiting a call from me. I wanted to beg him not to make me do that, but I feared punishment was much more possible now that I was tied. Instead I asked what he expected me to do and say. I was given his name and the gist of what to say. Then he called me a good girl and said he’d dial the number but the rest was up to me. I was shaking so badly as the phone he held to my ear started ringing.

I asked, “Is this Freddie?” The answer was ‘yes’ and I went on. “This is Jesse and I’m at my daddy’s house. He told me that you wanted to get a… blowjob from me. I’m all tied down and blindfolded, and waiting for you. Do you want to come over and try me out?”

Naturally, the answer was yes and I was told it would be about fifteen minutes. I told this to Brian after he hung up and he said that left us just enough time to go a round in privacy. With that I felt him start rubbing his cock across my face and I tried to catch him in my mouth. I was trying not to think about fifteen minutes from now, just to accomplish sucking my daddy off before Freddie showed up. I had to go through all the begging routine again, and he teased me relentlessly both verbally and by making me beg for his cock. It wasn’t long before he was choking me with the width of his cock at the back of by throat. Despite having had to swallow his sperm several times already, it wasn’t getting any easier and I struggled to keep from having to do it.

He took it all as a challenge and berated me all the while. And then came the knock at the door. Brian had been telling me what to do when he arrived and I waited to hear him come into the room.

I asked, “Is that you Freddie? I’m already for you.”

I heard the men joking and berating me as the sound of Freddie’s zipper could clearly be heard. He asked how he was supposed to go about getting a blowjob from me and I had to give him instructions. Then, I started to ask him to do it to me, then started the begging. I knew that my daddy was holding him back until I begged sufficiently. And then I felt his cock hit my face. I took it that he was slightly overweight because he had a pretty chubby cock, and it wasn’t very long or hard. But I begged him to let me make him hard and he obliged me.

Freddie wasn’t really into touching me much, but he did fondle my panties a great deal. He kept squishing my head while trying to hump my mouth, so I was rather glad that he was very easy to get off. His cum was rather bitter and since he didn’t force it down my throat, I tried to spit it out around his cock. The whole ordeal with Freddie lasted about five minutes and he was gone.

Then it was time for my next surprise. Before I even had time to recover from my last humiliation, my daddy brought in another man. I knew the second that I licked his cock that it couldn’t be my daddy’s cock. But I went through the begging ritual and worked to get the man in my mouth. As soon as I did, I suspected that it was the same guy from yesterday. The clincher was when he started to palm my erection through my panties. And he had such an aggressive way of feeding me his cock that it seemed to turn me into a sex-starved whore. It was definitely the dame man.

The big difference today was that daddy was taking great pleasure in taunting me about the cock in my mouth. He reminded me that it belonged to the guy that had sold me to him and had turned me into a cum-sucking whore in the first place. I was asked over and over if I knew who my tormentor was, but I couldn’t have answered even if I didn’t have him buried in my mouth. I was getting so horny again, but I easily remembered the punishment if I sought to get myself off. However, it was impossible to ignore the swelling in my panties, the hand rubbing me, nor the outrageous fucking my mouth was getting.

With all the taunting and physical workout I was getting, I gave up and needed relief. My body started to jerk uncontrollably and daddy noticed I was fighting to cum. Both the men were teasing me to the max and then I heard daddy right next to my ear whisper, “Would you have ever guessed that your brother could fuck your mouth this well.”

I wondered what he meant. My brother had no idea about what was going on. I knew he was lying to tease me. I could barely hear or think about what he was saying, I just needed to get off so bad. I could feel my blindfold being cut away as daddy told me I was such a nice girl to suck the cum from my own brother’s balls. All I could do was hump against the hand on my crotch, and just moments away from cumming, I could feel the man in my mouth getting ready to cum with me. My eyes started focusing, and the man lifted himself up on his arms to look down at me as I was preparing to willingly swallow his semen. I was withering under him as I felt him choking me in preparation for emptying himself into my throat. And then just moments before I started cumming in my panties, I realized the man in my mouth was indeed my own older brother Tommy. I should have been freaking out, but I was so close to the edge and certainly couldn’t stop him from cumming, so I went with it and worked to finish us both off.

I melted mentally as I felt his warm cum starting into my throat and felt myself spurting inside my panties now. I instantly ran from thought to thought: from punishment for messing myself to realizing it was my own brother that had sold me into sexual servitude, from understanding it was my own brothers cock and cum I was feasting on to the embarrassment of being so horny and in pink panties. He kept his cock buried deep in me as he finally started to openly berate me himself. But now he wasn’t even trying to disguise his voice. He told me how much fun it had been to feed me his cum twice now and how it was his way of thanking me for earning him the thousand.

All I could do was hold still for him until he was completely finished with me. All this… all this was because of him. And here I am on my back waiting for him to finish raping my mouth. I could hear them talking, but I couldn’t make out their words. Finally he was pulling back and I cleaned him up as he was ordering me to do. I demanded to be released as soon as he pulled himself from my mouth, but my “new owner” said I had to be punished again for what I had done. My brother Tommy got off the bed and pulled his clothes on. On his way out he rubbed my hair and said he’d be in touch. I yelled at him for being a traitor and kept asking him why he would do this to me.

As soon as he was out the door, my daddy had his knife in his hand. As he slid the blade under one side of the panties I wore, he said, “I guess you know what’s next, huh? So, what’s it like finding out that sucking your brother’s dick dry makes you cum in your panties?”

I knew better than to argue with him. Instead I just let my mind wander as I felt him cut the panties off me and yank then out from under me. After he wiped me up he brought them to my mouth and I opened my mouth before he had a chance to say a word. He stuffed them into my mouth and then went to untie my feet. I felt like I was in another world as he trussed my legs back towards my head and prepped my ass for his use. At some point I realized that he was fucking away at my ass. When it got to be rough enough, I became aroused involuntarily and had to start humping back at him. I was aware of the pain it caused, but seemingly uninterested in its value. I could hear bits and pieces of debasing comments directed toward me, but they had little weight since all I could think about was how I had been betrayed by my own brother, sexual abused by him, and sent into a world of sexual slavery because of him.

About the only part of this particular sexual act that I paid attention to was when my “owner” was cumming in me. He did look quite happy and satisfied, but what guy doesn’t at the moment of release. Every action seemed so mechanical now and it wouldn’t be until I got to talk to Tommy that I stood a chance of snapping back to reality again. After my release, I was told to arrive back at my daddy’s house in three nights, dressed and ready for a new adventure. I also had thirty dollars placed into my pocket, which I didn’t care to question.

This night wasn’t celebrated in privacy as had been the two nights before when I jacked myself off to the perversions I had been a part of, but was spent trying to figure out the reasoning of my brother’s actions.

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