Date: Wed, 20 Jul 2016 02:24:31 +0000 (UTC) From: Brandon wutever Subject: Best Friend Owns Me Chapter 15 Remember that if you love reading stories like this one and your other favorites on Nifty, the site relies on your donations to keep running. Take a minute and send what you can so that we can all keep writing and reading. And if you have an idea for a story, write it! Nifty needs authors just as much as it needs donations Best Friend Owns Me Chapter 15 By Brandon I may have passed out a few times during the night from sheer exhaustion, but I don't think you could consider any of it as sleep. It was more like short periods of unconsciousness with long periods of being awake, going over and over in my head how I had been forced into such a position. It started when I finally gave into my desires for my best friend, Connor...when I put his cock in my mouth for the first time. Once his hand grabbed the back of my head, everything changed. Now I'm unrecognizable to the innocent young boy at the beginning of last summer. He was a kid with few worries in the world and a few fun jerk-off fantasies. But, that's all they were; fantasies. Now, I'm a faggot slave who just finished being gangbanged by an entire party of college guys. I say finished, but this more like a break since I'm expected to be up soon to continue. As if on cue, I hear footsteps overhead walking to the stairs and start making their way down. Whatever little rest I did get was now over. I was expected to get up and perform all day before being allowed to go home. "Jesus, Bryan." It was Connor. "You smell like old, stale cum." He wasn't wrong. I could smell myself. My mouth, face and ass reeked of the loads of cum I took last night. Connor peered at me through the cage, his tall, lean frame lording over me. "Isn't this great? I got to party all night with these kickass college guys and I got to fuck that 18 year old bitch! Haha, wait until it gets around at school. Every bitch there will want to swing on my dick knowing I can plug a college girl." There was kind of a sick feeling of jealousy and pride flowing through me as Connor spoke. I was jealous that this boy who I've had the biggest crush on will never return the sentiment and will always want girls. But, I also felt pride that my master could conquer something that should've been out of his league. If he can fuck a college freshman as a high school freshman, I just knew my master was the top stud around. "You're the talk of the party, though, fag." Connor continued. "All the guys up there bragging about how big of a load they dumped in your ass and how many times they painted your tonsils. I knew you'd be a good slave bitch. After all, you were born to take cock." I tried to speak to say "Thank you" but almost nothing came out. Between the assault on my throat by well over a dozen cocks, and not having anything to drink in a half day, my voice was horse and weak. "You don't have to say anything faggot. That's not what that mouth is used for. Things should only go into your mouth, not out of it. Now, the party doesn't start back up until later tonight. But, I don't see any reason for you to sit around here doing nothing all day. So, I put up an ad on Craigslist about a glory hole here. I don't know how many guys want a 13 year old slobbing on their knob, but who can say no to a mouth on the other side of a hole?" Connor unlocked the padlock on my cage and pulled the door open. Without any hesitation, he grabbed the leash to my collar and dragged me out of the dog cage. I was barely able to hold myself up, but Connor wasn't waiting for me to adjust to the room outside the cage and stretch. He just started pulling up the stairs and I didn't the best I could to crawl behind him. At the top of the stairs, we took a left and went through the kitchen to the back door. The windows had all been covered with trash bags and a wood sheet with a hole had been set up just inside the back door. "See?" Connor asks. "We even did all the work for you. You don't even need to make your own glory hole. You just need to put your mouth to the hole and take whatever cock comes through it. I don't care if it looks old, young, massive, tiny or if it smells like 5 day old rotten fish. You suck it til it cums and swallow every bit. Are you thankful?" Connor looks down at me for the first time since we came upstairs. I was thankful to be out of the cage. And I was thankful to be near Connor. But, I sure as hell wasn't thankful about any of what was happening here. Still, I wasn't stupid enough to argue and tried to speak. "Nuh uh!" scolded Connor. "I already told you that mouth is for sucking cock, not talking. If you want to thank me, you bend over and kiss my feet." I did what I was told and leaned over to kiss his feet. They were all too familiar by now. Silky smooth with a little bit of hair forming on them. A slight smell since he hadn't showered since yesterday morning...but nothing I couldn't handle. Connor smiled down at me then gave me a kick in my ass toward the glory hole. I scooted up to it and saw it was a pretty good sized hole. Connor must be expecting some monster cocks to come through it. Connor gave me my instructions. "There's a sign on the other side of the door that tells them to stick money through the hole first. You grab it with your teeth and you place it in this jar. Every blowjob is $10 so make sure they pay in full. Then open that cocksucking faggot mouth and get to work. The ad will be up all day so you shouldn't get too bored." We heard the back door open and someone shove a $10 bill through the hole. "Look, your first customer." Connor whispered. "Get to work." At that, Connor left the room to go hang with his new friends and I was left there on my knees looking at a hole that I was meant to work. As instructed, I grabbed the money with my teeth and placed it in the jar next to me. By the time I looked back up, there was a cock being pushed through it. It is a white cock with a bit of trimmed hair around it...about 7 inches long and fairly thick. Good size but nothing I haven't handled before. I grabbed the cock around the base and started pumping it while I began to lick the head. The guy on the other side of the wall shivered a bit but regained his composure as I opened wide and throated his cock. Having my nose pushed into a wood plank instead of soft skin was different, but the feeling of cock lodged down my throat had become extremely familiar. Before I could back off, the guy started pulling his cock out. I thought he was leaving before he rammed it back in. I wasn't ready and started gagging and pulled back. The guy on the other side of the board chastised me. "I was told you were good at this. Open your throat and stop gagging like a bitch. I got shit to do and don't need you choking while I'm trying to cum." I felt embarrassed that some stranger was telling me to be a better cocksucker. But, he was right. I opened my mouth and got back on the hole as he was pushing back through. I let him pump my mouth for a while before he blew a hot load into my mouth. I swallowed it all as I was instructed as he pulled out and left. Over the next few hours, cock after cock came through that hole. I wouldn't be surprised if there was a line outside considering how quickly one cock replaced the previous. The jar was getting full as I took mouthfuls of cash from the hole to the jar before sucking each corresponding cock dry. Connor was right. There were big cocks and small cocks. Hairless cocks that looked like they were for young boys and cocks with gray hair. Some cocks were tasteless while some had a bit of smell and grime to them. It didn't matter, though. I took each one of them down my throat and swallowed what I was given. After a few hours, I sat on my ass between cocks, exhausted from giving out more blowjobs than I could count. My stomach was so full of cum, I thought I was going to puke. Connor walked in to see me holding my stomach, pale faced. "What's wrong with you? I thought you fags got stronger from cum...isn't it full of protein. Hey, you better not puke any of that up or you're going to lick it off the fucking floor." "I won't sir. But, can I get some water, please, master?" I begged him from my spot on the floor. "Water? You've been drinking liquid all morning. How much do you need in that queer-ass stomach of yours? Here, you want some water, I'll give you some." Connor quickly walked over to me and grabbed a fistful of my hair before pulling my head back to look up at him. He told me to open my mouth before he spit a huge glob of saliva in my mouth. "Swish and swallow, faggot!" I did as he ordered before looking back at him. "You look like you're still thirsty. Here." With that, Connor pulled out his flaccid cock and shoved it into my mouth. I had a good idea of what was coming and braced myself. Connor let out a long, powerful stream of piss into my mouth. I was swallowing as fast as I could, but had trouble keeping up with his flow. Some leaked out onto my face, chest, and eventually to the floor. For a while I didn't think it would end...that's what a bunch of beers will do to you, though. Finally, however, Connor's stream subsided and he pulled out, wiping the last bits of his piss along with my spit onto my face. "Better?" Connor asked. I was afraid to ask for anything else and just bowed my head to the floor and nodded. "What the fuck is that? Did you spill my piss on the floor? You think that my piss isn't good enough for you so you let it fall to the floor?" Connor yelled. "I'm sorry, Master. I tried..." "Shut up. I don't want to hear it. Get down there and lick my piss off the floor. You of all people know that every drop is supposed to be in your belly." I lowered my face quickly the floor hoping to avoid punishment and started lapping everywhere I saw piss...and some place where I wasn't sure just so I wouldn't miss any. Meanwhile, Connor went to the jar of money and pulled it all out, counting while I finished up. "$200. Shit, you've been busy. That's fucking nasty, though. You just sucked 20 complete strangers' dicks. Well, 2 more hours before the party starts. Let's see if you can get up to 30 dicks in the next hour before you get cleaned up. Oh look, there's your next customer now." I looked over just in time to see a fat, black cock about 9 inches long push through the hole. I just took a deep breath and crawled back over.