Date: Sun, 19 Jun 2016 03:32:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: ericblair128@yahoo.com
Subject: Wrong House Chapter 3

Stand with Orlando

This is a work of fiction depicting acts between legal adults, this is
purely a fantasy and should not be perceived as anything anyone should do
in real life.  In real life these acts would be a gross violation of a
person's body and a crime.  Do not attempt any acts represented in this
story in real life.  Thank you, and happy Whacking.  If you like this story
let me know if you want more.  Email: ericblair128@yahoo.com

I laid there for a while.  Kind of relieved to be laying on a soft bed for
a change instead of that awful hard table, where I spent last night.

The blindfold was making it somewhat easy, and though I was spread eagle
with my arms and legs pulled tight, I felt myself drifting to sleep.

I was jarred awake after I don't know how long by the door flying open.

"Is that it?" Came a strange voice.

"Yeah, that's it.  I have company coming over this evening.  I want it
ready." Came the horribly familiar voice of my captor.

"So, usual preparation?" The strange voice asked.

"Correct.  Not a hair left on it." Came the reply.

"I'll be taking my usual compensation."

"Of course, once you get it ready, it's all yours to do as you please."

"I'll be right back with my supplies" then I heard this stranger walk out
the door.

"You hear that, faggot?" He said to me, it was at that moment I realized I
was the "it" they were talking about, "He's going to get his gear, when
he's done with you, you won't have any hair left.  My house guests like
fucking hairless cunts.  Only real men have body hair."

Then he grabbed my dick again and jacked it a couple times. "I can tell
you're going to like what's going to happen.  You're already leaking precum
by the bucket. Here. Taste"

And he shoved his finger covered in my precum into my mouth. Once again, a
strange instinct took over, and I sucked on his finger.

"Haha, I am glad to see you are finally accepting your place." He pulled
his finger out of my mouth. There was a brief, uncomfortable pause.

"You're not going to say anything?"

"No" was my reply, followed by an intense zzzzaaappp. I screamed.

"What was that?"

"No master"

"Good boy. The sooner you learn that, the happier you'll be"

At that moment I heard the door open, and the stranger walk back in.

"It's all yours" my ca... master said to this stranger.

At that moment I heard the sound of a bag being unzipped. There was a
rustling and then I heard shaving cream being sprayed into a hand.  That
was followed by this stranger's hand applying that shaving cream all over
my pubes. Then that feeling was replaced by cold steel as he shaved off all
of my hair.  Once again, my prick betrayed me as it began reacting.

"I think it likes it," the stranger commented.

"Of course, little fag responds so well to any act of submission."
My... Master responded.

"Alright, crotch is all done.  Time to move to the rest." The stranger
continued.

At that I felt him smear some goop on my chest.  Then he laid a piece of
cloth down patted it down and then... rrriiippp! HE WAS WAXING MY HAIR OUT!
And it was pure agony.  I let out the loudest blood curdling scream I have
ever made.

"Will you shut it up?" The stranger said to master. "That screaming is
annoying, and makes it hard to work."

"Of course," Master replied, "I know just how."

Master walked out of the room for a brief minute and came back in then
grabbed the sides of my mouth forcing it open, and shoved a piece of cloth
into it.

The cloth was some sort of synthetic material.  And I was tasting serious
funk coming off of it.  I could easily guess that he shoved a used pair of
athletic briefs in my mouth. He then fixed them in place with a strip of
duct tape.

"Thank you," the stranger said, and he went back to work.

Smear... Pat... Pat... Rip...

Smear... Pat... Pat... Rip...

This went on too long, and it seemed like after a while it didn't hurt as
much, then my tormenter stopped.

"All done with its front part." I want to cash in real quick, before I do
the back." The stranger said.

"Knock yourself out." Was Master's reply.

I felt weight shift on the bed and felt knees and thighs press against my
head and naked ass cheeks rest on my chest.  My tormenter was naked, and it
wouldn't take much guessing to figure out what comes next.

Sure enough, at that moment, a pair of hands gripped the tape and ripped it
off.  It probably should have hurt, but the waxing left my nerves
completely dead, then fingers were shoved in my mouth removing Master's
shorts.

Then came what I was waiting for.  A cockhead pressed against my lips and I
simply opened my mouth to let it in, it wasn't as big or veiny as Master's
but it was still plenty big and the stranger shoved it all the way down my
throat until my nose was buried in his pubes.

My experience with master was already paying dividends. I wasn't gagging,
instead an instinct took over, causing me to constantly swallow like I was
trying to swallow his cock, and there was a smell coming from his bush of
pubes that was intoxicating, I found myself drifting out of reality.

The stranger soon took to pull out of my mouth, just the shove back in, and
take to fucking my face with an amazing intensity.  I thought his pelvis
might break my nose.

Then I felt his cock swell up, and knew what this would mean, he pushed it
all the way again and held the back of my head not letting me move an
inch. The cock swelled further, then I felt the spurts spraying down my
throat, I kept the swallowing motion on his cock and couldn't even taste
his cum.  The spray subsided and he slowly pulled his dick out of my mouth.

"It sure is a talented cock sucker" the stranger commented.

"It sure is," Master replied, "that is almost pure natural talent.  I
haven't seen a cocksucker take to it that naturally before."

I then felt Master undo my wrist and ankle restraints.  "On your belly,
fag." Came Master's curt order. I obeyed, I found that I don't even have to
question anymore. As much as I hate to admit it.  I did actually want to
make him happy.

My wrists were immediately bound again, returning me to my spread eagle
position.

I then felt someone sitting on my back and heard Master's voice as he
shoved another pair of his sweaty used underwear in my mouth and a fresh
strip of duct tape.  "Just some insurance to keep your bitch mouth shut," I
heard him say, "hope you're enjoying the taste."  Strangely enough, I was.
I think I was finally coming to accept my new position, and submission to
this big, powerful man really was getting me excited.  His sweaty underwear
inmy mouth was giving me a taste of his pure essence, and I...

Smear... Pat... Pat... Rip!

The pain was back in full force as any sense of my manhood was being ripped
away and left stuck to strips of paper.

Smear... Pat... Pat... Rip!

Smear... Pat... Pat... Rip!

A few more of that and it was over.  My skin has never felt so raw and
sensitive.  Every little breeze of touch could be felt, and it was sending
bolts of energy through my body like I never knew.

"It is time to claim the second half of my fee."  The stranger said.

"Of course," Master said, "have fun."

At that, I heard Master leave the room, and I heard the sound of a bottle
cap snapping open and some sort of liquid squirting.  The stranger ran his
hand along my ass crack rubbing this liquid deep into it.  More squirting,
the stranger shoved a liquid covered finger into my ass and started fucking
me with it, then a second finger.  He was twisting his fingers around as he
fucked me mercilessle with his digits buried in me and I found myself
moaning uncontrollably into Master's underwear.

Then the stranger mounted me, I felt his hard cock rub along my ass crack,
and he proceeded to dry hump me, his member growing harder as he did it.
Then he moved his hips up and pressed his hard cock against my hole.  This
time it slid in nicely.  And immediately pushed in until his hips smacked
against my ass cheeks.  There was no pain, only pleasure as his cock found
that button again, and he proceeded to fuck me with intensity.

That button he kept pushing was too much to take.  From this position I was
able to fuck him back, thrusting my ass up to meet his hips.  I couldn't
not do that if I wanted to. Raw animal instinct was taking over, and I
wasn't in conscious control of my own body.  For the second time in my life
I was being fucked in the ass, and again, It was one of the most intensely
pleasurable things I have ever felt.  This position was also rubbing my
cock against the comforter sending even more waves of pleasure through my
body, and at that moment, I felt his cock swell up and he shoved himself in
me to the hilt.  Then spurt after spurt of his cum started filling my
bowels.

That, once again, caused me to spray, this time all over the comforter and
my bare belly. As the stranger's spurts ended, he pulled his dick out of my
ass, gave both cheeks a hard slap, and wordlessly walked out the door.
Another man just fucked the cum out of me, and this time he never said one
word to me, nor did I even know what he looks like.  With the gag in my
mouth, making calling out to Master impossible, I had no choice but to lay
there, with Master's sweaty underwear coating my tongue and the stranger's
cum filling my bowels, and wait.

After what seemed like forever, the door opened.  "Did you have fun,
Faggot?" Master's cruel voice said to me.

Zzzzaaaapppp, a sharp bolt of electricity tore through my body.  "That is
for messing up my comforter and cumming without permission.  You think
you're broken now?  You're training's just beginning." At that he undid my
restraints and pulled the gag out of my mouth.  I sat up, but I left the
blindfold on, he hadn't given me permission to take it off, and he hadn't
taken it off himself.

"Do you want to take the blindfold off?"

"Yes, Master"

"You're not going to take it off without permission?"

"No, Master."

"Alright then, take it off."

I reached up, undid the knot, and pulled it off my face.  Master was
dressed up, likely Preparing for his "Houseguests" and he had a triumphant
smile on his face.

"Glad to see you're learning... follow me." I followed him back down into
the basement.  In the basement room, on the table was a plate of food.  It
was all high in fiber and low in fat. A bottom's diet.

"You're going to need to eat up if you hope to have any strength."  He said
to me.  "Also," he handed me a bottle of lotion, "the waxing left your skin
rough and scabby, my houseguests like their faggots soft and smooth."  Then
his face morphed into a smirk... "It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else
it gets the hose again."

"I'll leave you alone, faggot, I have more preparation to do before my
houseguests' arrival.  They will be here in two hours.  You better be
ready."

At that, he turned around and closed the door behind himself, locking it
from the outside.