Date: Sun, 9 Nov 2014 06:19:26 -0800
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Glory of Humiliation - Part 3

The Glory of Humiliation
Part Three of Three Parts
By Randall Austin

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(Author's Note: I would like to thank my editor, Donny Delk, for his
encouragement; and for the wonderful ideas he contributed to this chapter.
Randall Austin)

Nicholas did his frantic best to comply with Mr. Thorne's command for him
to pucker and wiggle his ass so it was nice and relaxed for his sons'
enjoyment.  Once Mr. Thorne saw that Nicholas was trying to comply, he got
on his cell, "Dave, I want you and Will to come to the trestle.  Our new
boy needs a pussying real bad!  He's getting himself ready for you two.
You should see him; I've got him puckerin' and wigglin' his behind like a
seasoned whore.  He's doing his best right now to loosen himself up for you
and Will."

Nicholas, tired from trying to comply, stopped his ass jiggling, but
Mr. Thorne was quick to spot him letting up, and gave him a swat on the
butt, "Oh no you don't!  Keep those globes dancing.  When my boys arrive I
want them to be treated to the sight of your rump globes happy dancing up
and down, and your balls swinging from side to side!

Mr. Thorne's two boys arrived in no time.  Will asked what was going on.

Mr. Thorne looked at the still dripping wet slave as he answered, "Nicholas
here couldn't keep his hands away from Mr. Naughty when I was out of the
room for a couple of seconds.  So I want you two to do your business on
him.  Give it to him good!"

With wide smiles on their faces, Mr. Thorne's two sons began removing their
clothes, as Mr. Thorne went up behind the ass-wiggling Nicholas, and slowly
started working an index finger up his hole.  Nicholas yelped as Mr. Thorne
gave a smile to his boys, "This little yokel-drudge has a nice and tight
hole that should give both of you boys plenty of opportunity to perfect
your breeding maneuvers!"

Little Will laughed, "You called me just in time, Dad.  I was doing my
morning porn session and was just about to start doing some serious
whackin'!"

Once both brothers were naked they grabbed their peckers and started
fondling and jacking themselves to work themselves up to full combat
readiness.  Once their cum guns were fully charged, loaded, and ready for
battle, the brothers gave each other quizzical looks as they tried to
decide who would lead the assault.

Little Will gave a nod to his older brother, "You first, bro!  I learn so
much from you every time I watch you horse-plug a slave!"

Dave, happy to be the first one up at bat, went up to Nicholas at the front
of the trestle, and stuck his cock in the slave's face. "First thing you
gotta do for me, boy, before I jackhammer your behind, is to get me lubed
up!"

Will laughed and called out, "Yeah drudge, super-slime my bro's rod!"

Dave unceremoniously grabbed the proud young lawyer `wanna-be' by both of
his ears, and guided his lips to his dick tip.  "Open your mouth, Mr. Ass
Pie, it's knob-slobbin' time!  My ramrod needs to get up your behind, so
you need to grease him up so he can go in real nice and easy.  For both
your comfort and mine, get him super juicy!"

Holding Nicholas by both ears, Dave sort of rammed his first-born male cock
into his mouth, and pushed it all the way to the back of his throat.
Nicholas started slobbering and sputtering, as all three Thornes started
laughing out loud.

Dave hooted, "Look at Mr. Dick Lover going to town slimin' my rod!  He
seems to be as excited as a teen girl getting her first taste of footballer
cock!"

Dave addressed his sucker, "That's it homoboy; slime me up so I can fuck
you good, just the way you faggots like it from us footballers!"

Dave's father called out, "Way to go Dave!  `Ear control' is the best way
to get your cock pre-slimed for heavy-duty pumping action!"

The young and impressionable Will shouted out his own brand of
encouragement, "Look at those tears rolling down that pretty face of his!
Looks like the poor little slave-cunt doesn't like the idea of having to
take man-dick up his sport hole!"

Dave pulled out of Nicholas's mouth and his father and brother could see
that his dick was super glistening with fuck lube.

Dave went behind the ready-to-be-fucked maiden, who was bent over the
trestle rod, secured with legs spread wide, and got a good view of the
ass-pussy trembling and pulsing before him.  Dave's eager man-throbber
began juicing precum."

Will was surprised, "Wow bro, you're fuck-spike is really super aced
today!"

Mr. Thorne was pleased, "Looks like you're ready to do some serious
nailing, son!  I've never seen your Mr. Rodger pointing higher nor looking
meaner!"

As Dave guided his quivering, mushroom headed, fuck-tube slowly up the
slave's pulsing bitch hole, the slave yelped and squirmed.  The slave's
squirming felt good to Dave, and he informed his fuck, "Squirm all you
want, Missy, because you're not going anywhere!"

Little Will was thrilled, "Way to go, bro!  Start filling that slave hole
with man juice!"

As his owner's eldest son began to seriously plug away, the slave began
yelping like a helpless puppy.  And when eventually Dave ranged up his
ass-plugging to serious jackhammering mode (with a smile on his face that
said he was in heaven), the drudge began to wail.

Dave's father was proud, and tapped his youngest son on the shoulder, "Look
at your older brother, Will, plowing away like some Turkish prison guard!"

Mr. Thorne called out to his thrust-fucking son, "I'm so proud of you son!
Pump those hips just the way I taught you!"

Little Will was encouraged, "Wow Dave, when it's my turn at bat I'm gonna
try and use some of your same fuck moves!"

Both Will and his father fondled themselves into serious erections as they
watch Dave, the eldest son, do his well-experienced back-hole business.

The hard fuck thrusts that Dave was delivering caused the secured servitor
to try and jump away, and his feet tried to kick against their restraints.

Will called out, "You got him tap dancing like a whore, Dave!

Mr. Thorne laughed as he stroked himself, "Yeah, we should put some ballet
shoes on this dancing fag!"

Dave moaned, "Holy shit, I'm heading full-steam down the glory express
lane, and I'm gonna be splooging any second now!"

Will could almost feel what his older brother was feeling between his legs,
"Yeah bro, seed him good!  Slobber-lather him up real good with your
big-brother sex juice!"

Dave rolled his eyes in ecstasy, "Oh yeah, Will, I can feel it cummin and
I'm not gonna' let you down!"

Will was so worked up watching his older brother do his man business that
he had to stop fondling himself, since he was oozing so heavily he would
have shot his load prematurely.

Dave moaned, "Oh yeah, it's about to happen.  Come on slave; squeeze my rod
with your pussy hole!  Make me feel good.  Show me what a good boy you can
be!" He then followed his order with a severe slap to the slave's ass, and
was instantly rewarded by a hard clenching on his granite hard fuck stick.

Will was breathing heavy, "Oh yeah, bro, work him good and get a super load
of gook up his sport hole!"

Dad and Will knew Dave was splooging his spooge when he yelled out, "Holy
fucking shit in hell!  Holy fuckin' fuck!"

Once he was out of ammo, Dave leaned over the bent over the heavily secured
slave to catch his breath, and rasped, "Oh yeah, Will, you and I are gonna'
be having a lot of fun with this hot little slave-twat college-boy!  What a
sweet fuck toy he's gonna be!"

When Dave finally pulled out, he nodded to his brother, "You're up next
bro.  It's your turn at fuck practice. Work on your moves, bro!  I wanna
see your cute little ass happy-dancing!"

Will, with his teen dick sticking straight up like a candy stick, went to
the front side of the trestle and, like his older brother, grabbed the new
slave by his ears, "Okay boy, you know why I'm here at the lubing station.
Get to work!"

Nicholas reluctantly opened his mouth, Will stuck his pecker in, and
ordered, "Okay boy, start juicing my rod.  The juicier you get it, the
easier it's gonna be on your behind!

Once he pulled out, Dave exclaimed, "Wow bro, he did a good job
spit-greasing your tube!  Your piss slit is already leaking happy goo!"

Little Will gave a few strokes to his rod before he entered the slave's
cockpit.  He slowly worked his teen fudge-packer up Nicholas's peephole as
the rammed slave cried out, "NO!"

Once he was in to the hilt he gave the thumbs up sign to his father and
brother.

Dave smiled at his younger brother, "Okay bro, time to go full-throttle!"

Will grabbed on with both hands to Nicholas's waist, and began hip-pumping
away, as Dave walked to the front of the trestle and ordered the slave to
open up, "Time to clean my fuck stick, little girl!"

Nicholas cried out as he was being pounded from behind, and orally
assaulted with a pecker slimed with cum and ass juice.

His father encouraged Will, "Good classic form, son!"

Will's older brother offered advice, "Reach around and pinch his tits to up
the game!"

Mr. Thorne joined, "He's right son.  Use this session to do some serious
breeding practice!"

Will reached around with both hands, as instructed, and took hold of
Nicholas by his tits.  As he upped his hip action he fondled the tits and
nipples of the new family slave.  Nicholas screamed as he spat out Dave's
cleaned cock, causing Will's loins to tingle with ever more delicious
excitement.

Dave had more advice for his younger brother, "Okay Will, what you want to
do is spread your legs as far apart as you can while keeping up your
thrusting speed.  That way with each thrust of your hips your balls can
swing free and slap against bitch-boy's tackle and underbelly; it'll feel
really good!"

Will did as instructed and after only a few leg-spread thrusts, a huge grin
came over his face, "Wow, bro, you sure were right about that!  The feel of
man-balls slapping against man-balls is cunt-fuck crazy!"

Mr. Thorne was beaming with pride, "Now you're bulldozing like a pro, son!
Keep up the good form and rhythm, don't lose focus, and soon you'll be
gunning happy bullets!"

Little Will, with a grin on his face, and his balls slapping away as he
jackhammered his way to glory, was proud to be showing his dad and older
brother that he was well on the road to being an ace bitcher.

Mr. Thorne was so proud of his youngest son that he once again grabbed his
own cock and began beating, encouraging his son as he did so, "The harder
you fuck him, son, the better it's gonna feel!"

Mr. Thorne next moved to the front of the horse, so he could get a front-on
view of his young son fucking away at his new slave, as he continued to
fondle his father-cock.

Will let out a cooing whistle as his tingling dick signaled his upcoming
eruption.

Mr. Thorne, sexually charged from watching his youngest son enjoying his
due, grabbed Nicholas by an ear, pinched his nose to get him to open his
mouth, and then stuffed his dad-cock down his new slave's throat and began
a gentle thrusting as he instructed the no-longer-in-college loser-boy to
start sucking like he meant it.

Will, as his climax triggered, moaned, "Oh man, I'm about to seriously
discharge!"

Dave was wide eyed, "Fuck harder and deeper, bro!  Make him feel your dick
tip in his throat!  Send him a shitload of your boy goop!"

Thrusting harder, Will moaned, "I'm trying man; I'm trying!"

Mr. Thorne, fucking Nicholas's mouth, joined in, "Take it to the next
level, son!"

Will screeched, "Oh man, I'm gonna explode!  Fuck!"

When Mr. Thorne saw that his son was in the throes of sperming, he too
started to feel his orgasm, "Oh man, I'm joining you, Will!"

As both father and son simultaneously creamed their new slave, Dave took a
snapshot for the family album.

Once the orgasms were over, Will remained silent and shivering, with his
thruster still lodged up Nicholas's behind.  After a bit he shook his sweat
covered head and moaned, "Man, that felt like a thousand Thanksgivings!"

Will and his father then pulled out of their freshly cream-splooged holes
together.

And as sex sludge oozed out of the still-secured slave's ass, Mr. Thorne
praised his sons, "It made me so proud to see you two boys doing your
business like real pros!"

Will beamed, "Thanks, Dad!  It really upped the game for me when you
decided to join in!"

Dave joined in, "Dad, I'm fucking proud of you too!  I wish you would join
us in the fun more often!"

Mr. Thorne nodded in agreement, "That's a mighty tempting invite, now that
we know our little maiden is a screamer!"

As the three Thorne males got dressed, Dave asked, "Dad, should we leave
him `trestled' for a couple of hours to give him some time to think about
the consequence of disobedience?"

Mr. Thorne thought for a moment, "No.  He has quite a heavy list of chores
that still need to be completed today.  Besides, he's starting to stink.  I
want him to bathe and perfume himself and then get back to work as quickly
as possible!"

As Mr. Thorne started releasing the still crying pussy-boy from his
restraints, he touched him on his quivering buttocks, "Now that you've been
pussy-bred by my sons, I hope you've learned your lesson that you are never
to touch yourself again without my permission!"

***

Once he was released from the fuck-trestle, Nicholas returned to his living
room `quarters' in a daze.  As overwhelmed as he was by what he considered
to be the ultimate humiliation, something very strange indeed was happening
to him.  New inner `voices' were coming at him, asking him to accept his
abject situation in a way that he had never before considered; and when he
pondered their offer he found himself flooded with sensations of immense
comfort.

And once he had pondered the offer from his inner `voices', he also found
himself in mighty need of sexual release.  It was not so much that his need
for release was so intense, but that it was so different from anything that
he had ever before experienced.

Nicholas suddenly no longer gave a damn if he didn't take the shower in a
timely fashion as Mr. Thorne and directed; he needed to get his rocks off,
now.

He reclined on his bed and looked down at his erection.  He smiled at his
old friend, his dick head, and spoke to it, "We've been through a lot
together, but nothing like this, ol' pal!"

Nicholas reached his hand down and touched his inner thigh, and started
swirling his fingers against his thigh flesh.  As the swirling sensations
of delight crescendoed, Nicholas reached for his cock with his other hand
and began jerking.

After tugging for no more than a minute, Nicholas suddenly stopped and
wondered, `What if Mr. Thorne or one of his sons were to catch me?  Then
what would they do to me?'

As he pondered the issue, a smile gradually began forming on his face, and
Nicholas reached for his cock, and again began stroking.  His smile grew;
Nicholas now no longer cared if any member of the Thorne family caught him.
In fact, he now hoped that they would.  The more he thought of what they
might do to him, the bigger and harder grew his cock and the greater his
need for release.

Nicholas had accepted his lot, and found it glorious.  He began to
furiously jack his less than 24-year old dick; and when he knew that he was
near to the point of release, he started to moan out loud, almost as if
involuntarily trying to draw the attention of the entire Thorne family.

Nicholas' yelled out in ecstasy as his male rocket ignited and began firing
ropes of boy goo; his loins quivered, sang, and exploded, in ways he had
never before experienced.

Once he had recovered from the glorious release of his long-suppressed
supply of man energy, Nicholas laughed to himself as he took a towel and
began to wipe off his boy nozzle and his totally splooge-basted belly.

When, finally, Nicholas had wiped up all of his boy cream from off his
chest, he began to wonder why in all of the ancient texts and mythologies
there was never a god or goddess of humiliation, for humiliation was
certainly a driving force for the vast part of humanity that sees itself as
some form of `sub'.

Nicholas didn't know the answer, and thought that perhaps humiliation was
not recognized as a god because it took on too many diverse and disparate
manifestations.

But Nicholas didn't need an answer, for he was finally at peace.  God or
not, Nicholas had found his pride, his inspiration, his guide, and his
glory; it was humiliation.  Sublime humiliation!

THE END

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