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It was Saturday, and my new owner had ordered me to come by his house at six o’clock. I knew my choices had all disappeared and I was indeed his property now. For how long, I had no idea. I hadn’t gone one full day without having to suck anyone off for five days in a row and as strange as it may seem, I knew I was in for a very rough time tonight, but didn’t really care.

I had decided that being owned by one man that wanted me to think of him as my daddy, and knowing that my brother was considering me his quick fix whenever he wanted a blowjob, I had little choice but to do as I was told. The blackmail pictures my brother had, kept me in line, and the odd feeling of knowing a man had paid my brother a thousand dollars for me made me actually feel indebted to him.

As I prepared myself the best I could mentally, I took a shower and put on a pair of the pink panties that I had been caught stealing the day before. I looked at myself in the mirror and wondered how I had been so successfully turned into a sissy in five days; and to the point where I was actually preparing to serve myself up to a man yet again. I started to wonder what he might have in store for me tonight. Brian had three days to think about my next step as his “son”. I wondered why he would want to pretend that I was his son, and then abuse me by calling me, and treating me like a girl. Did he have a son at one time that was a major disappointment to him?

It was almost six and I jumped into my car and headed for his house. I couldn’t shake the weird feeling I had. I was driving myself to a man’s house where I knew at the very least I was going to have to suck him off. Why was I doing this?
When I got to his house, there were a lot of cars parked on the street and a couple in his yard. My mind flashed back to what he had said about “he didn’t care if there were a dozen cars in the yard, I was to come in”. There was one space that appeared to be purposely left open, and I parked in it. I sat in the car and watched as I saw a couple of men moving about within the house. Fear rained over me as I realized that I was about to have my mouth gang-raped. At least I hoped it would stop there. I shivered in fear as I sat there, trying to get my mind to allow me to leave. I couldn’t believe that he would expect me to see this and still walk into his house.

I saw a man look out at me, and then he went to get someone else that joined him in looking at me. I couldn’t stop shaking. They knew I was here now, so I hoped that Brian would come out to get me. But instead, he only glanced out the window at me and went back to talking with a man next to him. I failed to believe that he wanted me to walk into this situation on my own. The more I saw men passing in front of the windows, the more I trembled. I remembered the pink panties I was wearing, and how I would soon be humiliated in front of any number of men.

I finally admitted the truth to myself, that after my brother had forced me to place copies of my blackmail pictures on the wall beside my bed, I had jerked off to the thought of someday having to suck off several men. My owner had won! I got out of the car and walked slowly to the door. I could hear a great deal of laughter within the building and knew it would soon all be focused on me. I knocked on the door lightly. When there was no answer, I knocked harder. I wanted to run so bad, but instead I took a deep breath and turned the knob to let myself in.

“Well, looks like the entertainment is finally here.”

I didn’t see who had said that, but it was all so surreal now that it had been spoken. Brian came over to me and said it was about time I showed up. I asked him what was going on, but he just smiled and took me by my hand. I was led to the middle of the living room and Brian got everyone’s attention.

“Everyone, meet my son, Mary.”

I looked at him and wondered where the name had come from.

“Now son, show all the men what you’re wearing to entertain them in.”

I begged him first with my eyes, then in words to not make me do this. When his eyes grew big I knew I had to get started. I asked if I was to do it right there or what? And he responded with, “Just get your fucking clothes off, you little fucking cunt.”

I flinched fearing he was about to hit me. I slowly peeled off my tee shirt, and then my shoes and socks. I glanced around the room to see every eye in the room on me, and wondered just how many men were here. Then I opened my pants and pushed them to the floor. They all hooted to see my pink cotton panties and I wanted to die.

Brian told me in my ear to go around to every man in the room. I was to introduce myself as Mary and tell them I was glad they came, let them get a feel of me, and grope each of their crotches. I again tried to beg him with my eyes, but he pushed me towards the first man next to me. I turned to the man and said, “Hello, my name is Mary, and I’m glad you came tonight.” I glanced back at Brian and saw him looking mad, so I turned back to the man and rubbed his crotch. His hand instantly copped a feel of my crotch as well. I went from man to man, introducing myself to them by my new name and exchanging a sort of ‘hello groping’. I started to count the men in this small room and there were six, including Brian. It seemed like there had been so many more men as I had undressed for them.

I went back to stand next to Brian and waited for my next humiliation. I made a huge mistake when I told Brian that I wanted to get dressed again. The mistake wasn’t that I wanted to dress, it was that I had called him by his name. He grabbed me by my throat, pushed me to a wall and asked me his name.

I quickly understood my mistake, and called him daddy. All the men were watching his attack on me, but did nothing to stop it. I hoped that they wouldn’t assume that they could do the same thing to me. Daddy let me go and placed his arm around my shoulders and brought me back to the middle of the room.

“My friends are all here because they’re horny fuckers. When they found out that I had a cocksucking little faggot for a son, they all wanted to try you out. What do you say, you want to suck all those cocks you just felt?”

I knew what he expected my answer to be, but I loathed having to say it. I looked at him and said in a low voice, “Yes, daddy.” I was ordered to speak up to show them I was proud to be his little sissy. “Yes, daddy,” came out much louder. He told me in front of them that it would be a while before I got a taste of them. That’s when he took out a plate with one little blue pill on it. I watched as he crushed it into a fine powder with a spoon. Then he dumped it carefully into the bottle of beer he had been drinking. He swished his bottle around a little and handed it to me. Daddy told me to chug the rest of it.

I started to hesitate, but his eyes looked like he was going to shove me against the wall again, so I gulped hard and tilted the bottle to my lips. I could only imagine the worst as I drank its contents. When I was done I figured I stood a chance at finding out what the pill was for, and asked him somewhat under my breath. I was told to mind my own business and to start serving the men whatever they wanted. I wasn’t sure what he meant, and then he pushed me towards one man and told me to serve him. The man asked for another beer and I took the empty he held out. I went to the kitchen and got the man another beer and brought it back to him. I was pulled under his arm and squeezed as a thank you gesture. I went to the next man and asked him if I could get him anything. He reached out, groped my dick through my panties and said, “Not right now, sweetie.”

I went from man to man until I covered the room. One of them wanted a sandwich and I had to find what was available and make it for him. About a half hour had gone by before I noticed any effect from the pill I had been forced to swallow. I dreaded that it might be a sleeping pill and that I might have to fight to stay awake. I began to feel rather horny around all these men and wondered what pill might have that effect.

Daddy came over to me with one of his friends and handed me a bottle of pills. The friend had somehow obtained them, and I was told that I was to take two pills every morning and two right now. I asked daddy what they were for and was ordered to simply take them. The friend told me that I would be facing a blood test occasionally to make sure I was taking them. Daddy warned me that if the blood test wasn’t correct, I would face a severe butt raping. I cringed as he smiled, knowing that he could indeed trust me to take them. I put the rest of the pills in my pants pocket and went about serving the men. I was getting groped a lot now and the men were certainly getting very anxious for servicing in a much more personal way. I noticed I had a hardon that wasn’t going away.

I had just about gotten over my shyness with the five new guys when I was told to stand on the couch and face everyone. Then daddy told me that I was to make all the men very happy now. He said I would be restrained for my first gang bang, and told me it was up to me to find an inventive way to do it. I wanted to sink into the cracks in the floor. I may not have known what any of those pills had been, but I was glad that they seemed to be giving me courage.

It went through my mind what it might be like if I merely suggested the bed thing again, but I feared that position with so many men to serve myself up to. I asked daddy if it had to be in any particular room. He said no, so I started to walk around the house hoping to find a place where I might get to do it in a one-on-one situation. I found the door to the basement and figured that this would be a great place for some privacy away from the main get together. I went downstairs and looked around. There wasn’t much down here, but it looked like several things had been moved around lately. I couldn’t place my finger on it, but it looked like a room in transition. I would find out later that after I had been sold to daddy that he decided to make a playroom for my use.

A sane person would have probably put two and two together when they saw ropes hanging from a ceiling joist, and metal rings hanging from the wall and the two support posts in the middle of the floor. But instead I saw the rings on the post and figured that that would be a good place. I surmised that daddy would approve of it if I told him that I wanted to be tied between the posts for this humiliation. I thought long and hard about it, placed a mat I found in between the two posts to kneel on, and went back upstairs. Daddy made me announce my decision while standing on the couch again and had me make an invitation to all of them to come and put me to use when I was ready. I was told to get the ropes I would need from the bed posts and lead them to my point of restraining.

It was a horrible feeling after I got the ropes and had to talk over everyone to invite them to follow me to the basement. The only light was coming in from a couple of small casement windows, but it was just enough to keep the room darkened for my pride’s sake. Then men huddled around me and it was obvious what I intended on doing as I stood between the posts. I offered the two pieces of rope to my daddy, and he refused to take them. I bit my lip, knowing that I had to get most of it ready.

Despite how scared I was, the nervous shaking I had been doing went away. I set about preparing the ropes by tying one end to each ring in the posts and then pacing off how far in to put the loops to hold my hands. As I worked, I was getting very horny again and I was almost anticipating my future position. All the men would have easy access to my mouth, but I wouldn’t have to feel like I was letting them do it to me. As I glanced around at the men, I actually started to crave the hardons I had felt earlier. I tried to stay focused on making my plight as endurable as possible. I remembered and even practiced in my mind that code word my daddy had given me to save me in the event I was hurt. But I already knew I didn’t want to risk saying it at the moment. I was at the point of wanting to show these men my new talents.

I had made two loops toward my kneeling position that were made up of slip knots. I thought that daddy might be appreciative if I bound myself for their use entirely on my own. I took a final look around and knelt between the posts. I slipped one of the knots over my left hand and cinched it just tight enough so it wouldn’t pinch me. Then as daddy stepped forward to get the second one, he noticed me struggling to do it myself and stopped to watch my efforts. I stretched to get the loop off the floor. And with just my free hand, I was able to work my fingers through the loop and even slowly take up the slack in the loop until I wouldn’t be able to free myself.

I was raging in horniness now and when I saw daddy’s huge smile at my success, I leered at him and asked, “So, who’s first.” The panties did nothing to hide my erection. That was now my biggest embarrassment and showed how ready I was for this assault. Little did I know at the time that I wouldn’t have to worry about that telltale sign for much longer. Within a couple of weeks, I would be finding out that the pills I was taking would make it rather hard to get an erection at all. It would be much longer before I discovered what the pills were really for.

Daddy told the guys that whoever got me to cum in my panties would win me for himself for one blowjob whenever he wanted it. I cursed him under my breath for that, because he was setting it up so that he would have a reason to punish me. My mind flashed to the reality that before I would be released from the ropes, that I would probably be getting my ass fucked in this position. Then I was totally humiliated when after everything else that I had already endured, daddy said, “Let the bidding begin.”

The fucker was auctioning me off. Not only was I to be forced into servicing his friends with blowjobs, but I was being sold at auction. I went from face to face as they bid for me like a piece of furniture. The comments about me got ruder and ruder. I was humiliated to see them treating me like this, and I was so ashamed that the erection I hadn’t been able to get to subside earlier, was certainly gone now. The men started to take off their pants in preparation for whoever won. I had been mentally preparing myself for all the guys, but now this new humility looked like I would be sucking the cock of just one man. Somehow, that seemed much worse. Doing his bidding was bad enough, but being temporarily sold again was devastating to my psyche.

When the bidding had slowed down, daddy came to me and ripped the panties I wore down to expose me. The embarrassment just kept getting worse as he reached down to fondle my flaccid prick and proclaimed that this was why he was selling me; I wasn’t able to even hold an erection. The bidding picked up again, as well as the comments, as the bids reached thirty-two dollars. They had started at one dollar and bid in increments of one dollar each time. The men were pretty much nude from the waist down now and as they bid on me, they were obviously getting more aroused for me.

I must have been getting past the humiliation, because as I saw the men getting more aroused for me, I started to get my own hardon back. I was cringing at every offer for me and realized that this might not have been the best position to be in, as my arms were starting to ache already. The bids reached a high of forty-seven dollars before daddy ended the auction, and declared a winner. He assigned them all a number and then pronounced them all winners. I was trying to figure it all out as daddy pulled my panties back up and forced my erection down to be held in place by the cloth.

He told all his friends that the actual cost of me would be ten dollars each, and the auctioning was just to see who really wanted to have at me first. Then they were told that anyone getting me to mess my panties would also get a free shot at me later.

The winner came in front of me and held out a ten dollar bill for me. Obviously I couldn’t take it, so he stuck it in the front of my panties. Then he lifted my head by placing a hand under my jaw and pulling my mouth up to reach his cock. The men all took better positions so they could watch me suck him off. And it didn’t take him long to start fucking the shit out of me. I strained against the ropes and felt them tighten on my wrists, and the man took a great deal of pleasure when he started making me gag and choke on him. I guess it made him feel like a real man to choke the shit out of a guy tied in position and unable to fight back.

The cheering that all the men were doing seemed deafening, but I was starting to get into the rhythm and worked to suck him off. Comments kept being made about making me cum in my panties, and that was getting me hornier just thinking about it. In fact, my shyness was fading fast and when the guy finally let go of my chin, I found myself working as hard as I could to get him off. I couldn’t explain why, but I wanted to make him cum and fast. I didn’t even worry about him cumming in my mouth, I just seemed to have something to prove, and sucked him for all I was worth. I hated myself when I realized I was sucking him off to please myself now. I even felt myself growing wildly erotic. I started to moan and since it seemed to have pleased him to gag me, I pushed my head hard until I was gagging myself.

The taunts that had been so embarrassing moments earlier were now inspiring me to become more of a slut. When I heard his telling grunts of euphoric excitement, I braced for the inevitable. Then my mouth started filling with the warm fluids I had just coaxed from the cock in my mouth. I tried to let it run from the corners of my mouth as he continued pumping away at me, but I could feel my throat having to absorb at least some of it just to continue catching breaths.

All the men in the basement room started cheering at his climax, and daddy leaned over in front of me to look into the front of my panties. He tucked the bill into the bottom of the crotch and stated to the others that I hadn’t creamed myself yet. Someone told a man called Jimbo to give me his best shot. As the man stood in front of me I saw he had a skinny prick, but very hard and about seven inches. The head seemed way too large for the prick that it topped, and was already for me.

At first he stood just out of my reach, he placed a second ten dollar bill deep inside my underwear, stood back up and told me to get sucking. I strained to reach him, and wondered to myself why I was cooperating so much. I was still trying to hold the left over semen in my mouth from the first guy. I didn’t want to blatantly spit it out, fearing that I would be ordered to swallow it from everyone. I intended to let it slowly run from my mouth as I sucked on the next guy. When the man finally did come close enough for me to reach him, I had to sit up on my knees to get to his cock. It was sitting straight up tight against his body. I guess when I got in into my mouth, I must have wanted it much more than my mind had said I would. I went nuts on the length of him, trying to make him cum for me as quickly as possible. I knew I didn’t have many choices in front of daddy, but why was I trying so hard to please these guys?

I must have been doing a very good job on him, because in just about a minute, he started holding my head tight, and flexing his legs hard against my face. Since he took control of my head, I went somewhat limp and let him go for it. Getting used like that must have been subconsciously a trigger to me, because as I gagged on his forced thrusts, I felt that emerging feeling in my own prick. Damn, I was going to get off myself if he didn’t hurry up and finish. My own cock was straining from the bent down position my daddy had tucked it into. I thought being bent down would be enough to keep me from being able to get off, but the more I tried to relax for the man in my mouth, the hotter I got.

And it was plain for all the men to see that when Jimbo started relieving himself in me, I groaned uncontrollably myself as I felt myself soaking the panties I wore with my own climax. I was worried about getting punished for slipping like that, and didn’t pay attention to the fact that my mouth was gulping for air. All the while I was allowing some of this man’s cum to get taken down my throat as I gasped for air, I worked on the final spurts of my own. I was in my own world. I could hear my owner telling them that Jimbo had made me mess my panties, but his words seemed so insignificant at the moment. And even though I felt the embarrassment of daddy pulling the front of my panties down to show all the men the nasty, sticky mess that I had made on my own cock, balls, and money, I didn’t seem to be in the same room. Their laughter at my self-gratification while giving men blowjobs didn’t seem to involve me.

Before I knew it, I was blowing the next man and mulling the size and actions of him. The panties had been pulled back up and I could feel the cooling mess of cum, money, and sticky hair. I knew I was totally limp, but for some reason I was ravenously horny. Even through the major fog I was in, I now understood why I felt so horny and lost in space at the same time. I was finally remembering the pill that I’d been forced to swallow. That had to be it!

I was still dwelling on that realization when I felt the rather small prick in my mouth cumming. I felt my head being pushed back, and my mouth being forced open. I could see the man was shooting his spurts into my mouth, but was unable to even want to stop him. I was just kneeling there before him, waiting for him to declare himself finished. But as he did finish and the next man was stepping in front of me, I started to shudder. It must have been quite obvious to everyone, because even in my drugged state of mind, I knew what was happening.

I felt my head being lifted and recognized my owner hurrying in front of me. As my mouth was being filled with yet another cock, I felt my panties and all the accumulated mess being yanked down. My hardon sprang up and the man in me was furiously using my mouth. As he was pumping at me rather hard, my body started to involuntarily spasm forward in its own humping motion. I felt like a male dog unable to control the heat of a bitch, and my body was reacting on its own. I wanted to die from the humiliation of all these men mocking what was happening to me, laughing as my cock struggled to fuck the air, while my head was trying to just do whatever was necessary to keep my body alive. I was gagging on all the fluid in my mouth, trying to breathe air in and exhale the frothy mix that had collected in my mouth.

Then when I knew I was about to lose my own load, I heard the man in front of me order me to “eat it”. I knew what was being demanded of me, but while I felt myself shoot the first spurt of cum, I swallowed him into my mouth and gulped on the sperm he was depositing in me. I was feeding on him like a hungry dog. I didn’t think twice about any of it. I was being forced to cum and swallow cum at the very same moment. The laughter in the background seemed deafening, but I was wholly unable to stop any of my actions. And when the man released my head and pulled out of me, I gulped the remnants of his ejaculate down and worked to clear my mouth of everything in it. I was finally able to breathe normally and let my head fall as I tried to fight my exhaustion by taking in deep breaths.

One of the men told me how I had two to go and I couldn’t believe that I was almost done. It seemed like I had just started. I was in such a confused state I looked at myself as just being along for the ride now.

I became aware of the cold, wet feel on my prick and balls, and that my wrists were losing feeling from the ropes being too tight. I must have made that known somehow, because one of the men was loosening the loops that held me in position on my knees.

I guess the last guy was into humiliating me. He was holding my forehead back to force my mouth open while he jerked himself off in front of me. I was being used as his receptacle; little more than tissue to catch his cum. I was not only being berated by his words, but by all the men standing around and watching my humiliation. And moments later when he started to shoot his load into my mouth, I seemed to have no control over swallowing on their commands. I would gulp some, get hit in the face, and then open my mouth to catch more. Despite all the laughter, I was complying with whatever I was told to do, and felt sick over it.

I was actually waiting for the next guy to step in front of me, when I suddenly realized I was alone. Everyone had left me there, tied to the two posts and still on my knees. I looked down to observe the huge mess in my crotch and to see the panties half way down my legs; just as messy. My jaw ached terribly and my throat was sore. Minutes later, I saw daddy coming back down the stairs and walking towards me.

Brian stood in front of me shaking his head side-to-side. He scolded me for making such a mess and asked me if I knew what that meant. I nodded my head to acknowledge what he had in mind. He surprised me greatly when he told me he would forego my punishment this time. But then he reminded me that I owed the two men that had made me get off their private blowjobs.

As he walked around behind me, he told me what it was like for him to watch me getting my face fucked. He seemed particularly enthused by my actions and asked if I was ready to taste him now. I nodded my head even though my stupor didn’t really leave me a choice. When he got in front of me again, he kneeled down in front of me and taunted my humiliation with the sight of me as I got myself off the second time. He grabbed the fat around each of my nipples, twisted them hard and told me he couldn’t wait for them to start growing. I couldn’t make sense of that and became even more confused when he wondered aloud if I would get hard in the future when I got off.

I felt his hand fishing around between my legs. When he brought it up, he pushed two fingers into my mouth and made me suck the cum he had scooped off my cock and balls. I had never really tasted myself like that before, but I was so out of it, I did as I was told. The last thing I could remember was him standing up in front of me, and placing himself into my mouth. I’m not sure if I passed out, sucked him off, or did both. When I started to rouse, I was laying on the basement floor, untied from the posts, with the panties still wet and at my knees. I felt them and found sixty dollars covered in drying sperm, obviously my sperm. When I could finally get to my feet, I stripped off the panties and slowly walked upstairs. My owner was watching TV and chuckled when he saw me coming from the stairs, bare ass.

He told me I had good timing because he had to leave in just a few minutes. He had me dress quickly and gather up my messy panties and the money in them. I was told that I should come back in three days, with four extra pairs of panties, and to be ready for some new kind of fun. I trudged out the door, still trying to remember what had happened before I had passed out.

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