Date: Thu, 27 May 2010 13:45:24 -0700
From: BJ <bjjl@charter.net>
Subject: My Daughters Boyfriend 3

That Saturday, there was another buss trip to a nearby high school for
another wrestling match. This time the buss ride was different, the guys
were not so formal. I was ordered to remove my clothes once the buss
started, then my arms were tied behind my back. Blake called me the
"ejaculation express." During the trip, he would lead me up and down the
isle of the buss. When we stopped at a seat, I was suppose to kneel and
ask:

"May I suck your cock, sir?"

The guys could decide what they wanted. They could either pull their cocks
out and I would have to suck them, or they could pass. If they wanted to
fuck me, I had to turn around, bend over and hold on to the opposite
seat. If they wanted to empty their load on my face, I had to hold my head
up with my mouth open. If they just wanted to play with me, I would have to
stand in front of them with my legs wide open.

I thought I was the only one being abused by the guys but the coach was
abused in his own way. Before we started , they put a dildo up coach
Peterson's ass and made him sit on for the whole trip. They also placed a
vibrating cock ring on coach Peterson. They place it right next to the
glans of his cock. The little black box was the control for the off and on
and intensity of vibrator.

They knew coach Peterson could see what I was doing by looking through the
mirror. When his cock would get hard the boys would switch the vibrator on
and let it thump him all the way to an orgasm. I never knew how many times
they did this to him. When we got off the buss I saw a large wet stain on
his sweat on the front of his sweat pants.

In any case, it made the trip go by faster. Not boring like the last
one. They liked it so much in fact, that we did again on the return
trip. The "ejaculation express" went up and down the isle asking to suck
cocks. Coach Peterson sat on his dildo with the vibrator pounding on his
cock. I was sucking cocks and he was ejaculating as we all went down the
road.

We got back to the high school and put the gear away. I thought we were
finished so I was going to leave for home. Blake stopped me.

"Where're you going, slut?"

I was puzzled, "home, I guess."

"No, No. You need to get in the showers with the rest of us."

I stripped my uniform off and walked around the corner to the shower. The
shower room was about the size of a two car garage. It was done completely
in white and light blue tile. There were four large stainless steel pillars
that reached from the floor to the ceiling. Each pillar had four shower
heads at the top and the controls were in the middle. The stainless steel
poles made a perfect tying post.

I was on my knees, my arms and feet tied around behind the shower
pillar. All the showers were turned on. I soon found out what they had in
mind. They stood around urinating on me. They pissed in my face, my hair,
my chest, my cock and my balls. Down my back and up and down the crack of
my ass! They had a great time, laughing and snickering at me. I heard a few
of them called me "toilet slut!"

The coach was tied over the locker room bench. His legs wide apart. One of
the guys had hold of his hairy cock pulling on it back between his legs. He
looked like he was milking a bull. Another guy was sliding the dildo in and
out of the coach's ass. This last trip on the bus was a humbling one. My
pride and self worth was gone. The boys had control of me now and they knew
it.

They followed me home. Once inside, I was stripped and ordered to stand at
attention with my feet spread three feet apart, hands behind my head,
fingers locked and elbows straight out. Blake flicked my nipples with his
fingers.

"Some rules are gonna change around here, slut! Beginning as of NOW! The
way you're standing right now! Is called, PRESENT!"

He grabbed a hand full of my balls and squeezed. "If anyone says that,
you'll get in this position. Clear, slut?

I nodded my head, yes.

"Next, you'll get two more keys made for the house. That way we can come
and go as we please. That means you'll have to be naked all the time! No
more phone calls."

He slapped the head of my dick with his open hand.

"When any of us come in, you'll still get in position on the floor. Unless
we say Present!"

He slapped my dick again. "You getting all this, slut?"

"Yes, sir!"

The next day I had the keys made and gave them to Blake that
evening. Blake, Benny, Chad and Carl were sitting in the living room
watching television. I was in "present" stance. Carl was whacking my cock
and balls with a flyswatter. It was not that bad in fact it was arousing to
a point. Except once in awhile when the swatter would catch a tender spot
on my testicles and I would reflex accordingly.

I pretty much accepted my new way of living. I got use to all the attention
no matter how humiliating it was. Coming home at night, stripping and
showering. Then waiting to see if anyone came over. If anyone would have
told me a year ago I would be a slut to a bunch of high school boys, I
would have laughed in their face. The door opened. Carl and Blake walked
in.

I quickly got on my knees. I already had my cock strap and ball gag on. My
legs open, hands behind my back and head down.

Carl laughed, "there's the slut!"

Blake put his shoe under my hanging balls and tapped them several times.

"They don't feel that heavy yet. You don't need to be milked for three or
four days."

After a few minutes, the front door opened. Dennis and Beth walked in. I
kept my head down, avoiding my daughter's eyes.

"We just came by because I needed my cock serviced." Dennis said.

Carl pointed to me. "Step up and let him have it!"

Dennis pulled the gag down and shoved his stiff cock into my mouth.

From the corner of my eye, I could see Beth watching as Dennis fucked my
mouth. She was smiling, then she whispered something in Blake's ear. I was
about then, Dennis emptied his load of sperm into my mouth. He pulled his
cock out and I quickly replied.

"Thank you for letting me suck your cock, sir!"

I cleaned his cock and balls before he stepped away.

"Follow me slut!" Blake ordered. I stood up and followed him and Beth into
my bedroom.

"POSITION!" Blake ordered.

I quickly obeyed, legs spread, hands behind my head, elbows out and
standing at attention. My cock was also standing at attention.

Blake smiled at me. "Beth always had this desire to feel up her old dad."

I took a deep breath, staring at the wall. I couldn't make eye contact with
either of them.

He nodded to Beth. "Go ahead. He won't move."

Beth slid her hand under my balls, I felt her warm touch as she rolled my
testicles around in her fingers. "They feel really heavy."

She looked up at me.

"I asked mom once if you were good at sex with her. She said you had your
moments."

Her hand wrapped around my cock and gently pulled it up and down. Her hand
rubbed over the glans and a small drop of pre-cum appeared.

"You wanna jerk him off?" Blake asked.

Beth laughed. "That's just wrong, Blake!"

Blake laughed. "Yeah, but you'd like to do it because it's really hot!"

Beth stroked my cock up and down a little more and a little faster.

"Your dad is quite a slut," Blake said. "Once his cock get hard. You can
jerk him off in a minute."

Blake knew I was aroused by humiliation and embarrassment. There was
nothing more embarrassing than having my own daughter masturbate me. She
grabbed my balls with one hand and my cock with the other hand.

She squeezed the glans, twisting her hand back and forth. Her other hand
encircled my balls, pulling them tightly together in the sac. It took about
six more strokes and I gave out with a loud groan. Her hand twisted around
my glans again, making me jerk and groan even more. The sperm squirted out
of my cock, covering her hand. She kept yanking my cock, rubbing my glans
and making me quiver. After that, Beth and Dennis left. I was still
standing in my bedroom, my cock dripping. Blake came in. "We're going to,
slut!. See you tomorrow."

Friday night, Blake had the coach Peterson come over. We both were kneeling
on the floor, naked. Ball gags in, cock straps on but our hands were tied
behind our backs this time. The boys decided it would be fun to tie both
out cock's together. We were facing each other, our cock's laced together
with shoe strings. They decided to put the vibrating cock rings on both our
cock's and watch to see what happened.

Carl decided to clamp clothespins on out nipples for an extra effect. Coach
Peterson's cock was the first to erupt. His hips started bucking and the
cords pulled tighter on my cock and balls. He moaned loudly, his sperm shot
up from his cock and back down on both our cock's. It felt like the
vibrator was on full blast. Just watching made me give up my load too. The
two of us must have been a real site to see.

The boys were clapping and whistling. Someone shouted. "The vibrator men
erupted!"

The vibrators were still purring away on our cocks. Me and the coach were
still humping our hips until they turned them off. I guess we made the guys
so hot, they bent us over the sofa and fucked us right there!

To which I had to reply. "Thank you for fucking me, sir."

They made the coach say the same thing before removing the clothespins from
our nipples.

My life had changed forever by that point. Beth would bring Dennis over
every day and watch while I sucked and licked his cock dry. Blake even
talked her into giving me a little abuse. Yard stick across my ass for one
thing and using the flyswatter on my cock and balls. She enjoyed it so
much, she started doing it to Dennis. That's when I saw the difference
between Dennis and Blake.

Dennis was more like me, passive, where as Blake was more aggressive. I
think she liked being in control and not the other way around. The boys
continued to think of perverted ways to humiliate and embarrass me and the
coach. They began to get bolder in public. Blake did it because he knew I
was petrified of someone seeing or knowing what was happening.

He liked to use the vibrating cock ring and a new vibrating butt
plug. Restaurants were a favorite place. I would have the vibrators
installed under my clothes. While we sat at the table, Blake would switch
it off and on randomly. Like when the waitress or the waiter was standing
there taking our order. Or, when I was trying to eat. Carl made up a rule
that when I was going to orgasm, I had to hold the water glass to my mouth,
pretending to drink, until the ejaculation was complete.

The other public place Blake liked was in the mall. He would turn the
vibrators on then place the controls in my back pocket. I would have to
walk with them through the mall as the vibrators gave me several
orgasms. The tricky part was trying to remain calm, while the vibrators
pounded my prostate and my cock at the same time. The enjoyed doing the
same thing to coach Peterson.

The rides in the car were always an adventure. I was usually in the back
seat. If I was not naked, then I was half naked. Someone playing with cock
and balls or my nipples. Sometimes we took a ride to the woods, where they
would tie me to a tree and have a good time. To make sure I was still
responsive, they would shout.

"Here comes a car!"

My heart would stop and my face turned red. They all laughed at that.

Blake had a younger brother and Chad had two younger brothers, which I
never knew about until one Saturday. I was kneeling naked in the shower,
ball gag in hands behind my back. Benny, Carl and Chad were busy urinating
on me. Blake walked in the bathroom with them with all three of them
following behind him.

"This is the slut I was telling you about.

Blake introduced me. "This is Beth's father."

Blake invited them to urinate on me then he told them later I would suck
their cocks. I really didn't know how old they were. From their size and
their voices, I took a wild guess somewhere between 14 to 16. One thing was
for sure, they were already well into puberty. They pulled their cock's out
and began pissing all over me. I was reminded of the school showers and
what I went through the other day.

Paul was Blake's brother. Tom and Rickey were Chad's brothers. Paul aimed
his stream right in my face and he had the same laugh his brother
Blake. Rickey aimed at my chest and nipples. Tom aimed at my hard cock.

When they finished, Blake turned the shower on. "Clean yourself, slut!"

The three of them enjoyed watching as I took my bath.

My garage was another place the boys liked to take me. They had several
ropes hanging from the rafters. That made it easier to tie my hands above
the head. They also had hooks in the wall studs so they could tie my hands
and legs if they wanted. One Saturday I was taken to the garage. Ordered on
my knees with my arms pulled stretched high above my head and tied to the
ropes that hung down. They placed a plank between my knees, forcing them to
stay open.

My testicles dangling unprotected, was a perfect target for the
flyswatter. Rickey and Tom had fun doing that. Blake gave his brother Paul
a yard stick.

"The old man likes his ass spanked! Go ahead! Give'em six or seven whacks
on each cheek. Maybe a few more for the road."

Tom gave up on the swatter and became fascinated with my large manly
nipples. He was pinching and pulling them while Rickey amused himself
swatted my balls.

Chad handed Tom some clothespins. "Here! Clip these on his nipples. Leav'em
there for about a minute. Grab the end of the pin and slowly pull'em
off. As he did that, my whole body jerked like a spasm. I yelped through
the gag, twisting my chest back and forth. Tom enjoyed watching that so
much, he did it a dozen more times.

I had Paul and his yard stick to thank for my burning ass cheeks. I had Tom
and his clothespins to thank for my painful nipples. I had Rickey and his
flyswatter to thank for the stinging sensation in my cock and balls.
Everyone in the room had a stiff cock and everyone wanted a turn shoving it
into my mouth. I must have sounded like a broken record. I kept repeating
the same thing over and over.

"Thank you for letting me suck your cock, sir!"

The coach and I made it through the year all the way to graduation.
Everyone went to the prom at school and then over to my house for the
celebration. This time I didn't spend it locked in the closet in my
bedroom. I spent it serving the guests and giving blow jobs to anyone who
asked. Occasionally someone wanted to fuck me and then we went to my
bedroom. Beth was also there with her boyfriend Dennis. I was certainly
glad that year was over.....

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