Sex Pot Chapter 11

The Sex Pot

(A Poker Game Story)

Randy MacAnus

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Chapter 11

The next day, when classes were over, we picked up Freddy in the van. We had him strip naked outside the van, as students and professors were walking by. He blushed, and was clearly humiliated, but never hesitated. He was naked in seconds, and holding the display position. We attached his wrists to the back of the collar, and placed an 18 inch chain between his ankle restraints. We had been informed by his father that a 12 inch chain would pose a problem. The boy wouldn't be able to climb the steps of the jet's air-stair door.

The father, whose name was Michael, also told us, that he wasn't having the twins travel naked, after all. He'd realized he wouldn't have been able to keep his hands off them. But they would strip naked before entering our van, and pack their clothes in their backpacks. Their clothes would only be worn when they moved to Dom mode, after the first three days. Freddy would, of course remain naked throughout the five days. He no longer had any clothes at home. His father had given them all away. The hot little teen would be naked, collared, and caged, when he boarded the jet.

I didn't know if the twins, whose names were Ethan and Edward, would be wearing collars or restraints when they arrived, so I made sure we had some for them. Their father Michael had said they were about two inches taller than Freddy, despite being two years younger. We knew they were slender and well defined, so we figured the leather collars we had, being adjustable, would fit, as would our spare ankle and wrist restraints. As the twins would ultimately be trained as Doms, we would not be putting cock cadges on them. They needed to know what it felt like to reach orgasm from a butt fucking.

We knew neither the twins nor the father had any intention of removing Freddy's cock cage. But it figured that at some point, the twins would be using other submissives. Being able to reliably get those subs off, could be useful in the process of breaking a new boy in--especially if he thought of himself as straight. Nothing fucks with a `straight' boy's head more than blowing his load from being fucked in the ass.

We reached the airport just as Michael's jet was landing. It was bigger than I expected. It was called a Falcon 900, and had three engines at the back, stand-up headroom, a bathroom and a couch that folded out into a bed. Freddy was going to be fucked in luxury!

The twins stepped off the plane wearing running shorts, t-shirts and sneakers. And they were absolutely breathtaking. They clearly worked out a lot more than Freddy did. Slender frames, but with muscular builds. Well defined without going overboard. I'm normally not interested in high school boys. I had agreed to train them because I felt it would improve my chances of keeping Freddy for a while longer. But I decided I was really going to enjoy training these two!

And they were definitely great Dom candidates. They stepped off the plane and walked over to their bound and naked big brother. Freddy was blushing from head to toe and couldn't even look them in the eye. The two boys started playing with his body, and Freddy emitted that wonderful whimper!

His hands were still bound to the back of his collar, so he had no means to defend himself. Not that he would have dared! He knew his future was in the hands of the twins and his father. His attitude since he found out his father knew of his enslavement had changed dramatically. He was now highly motivated to please and to submit.

Ethan ran his hands down to Freddy's crotch, past his cock cage, and gently squeezed his balls. That caused Freddy to stand straight up, bite his lip, and close his eyes. I liked the way Ethan was paying attention to his helpless brother's reactions, as he slowly squeezed harder. Good instincts for a Dom. Freddy's eyes scrunched as the pain increased. When our naked slave began to bend over from the pain, Ethan let up. Good boy!

Meanwhile Edward had begun to finger fuck Freddy's ass, starting with three fingers. He'd had Freddy suck on those fingers to get them wet. As he knew Freddy had a very experienced boy twat, he didn't feel the need to start with just one finger. Freddy began to moan as Edward penetrated. At the same time, Ethan's squeezing reached it's peak.

There was no way to tell if the moaning was from the penetration, the squeezing, or a combination of the two. The twins didn't have any practical experience, but they had certainly done plenty of reading. I found out later that they had been receiving tutoring in Dominant sex (without practical experience) from their father for months. It seems they'd all reached an agreement to turn out Freddy even before they learned of his gambling addiction. And they were all delighted that we had enslaved Freddy and trained him. I could only hope their gratitude would extend to letting us keep Freddy for a while longer. Maybe even until he graduated college!

His father had already fucked him in both ends, of course. But Freddy didn't know it was his father when that happened. So it figured to be a different experience for him. And for the next five days, he would be completely at his father's mercy! I would have to ask his father for all the details on our slave's return. My housemates and I had been speculating on whether Michael would share him with the servants, and/or friends. I planned on giving our boy a couple of days to recover, in any event.

I looked around, as the twins were molesting their big brother and noted that the plane's pilots, the steward, and the airport ground crew were enjoying the spectacle so much that they were all rubbing their crotches. Not a surprise really. The power dynamic was incredibly hot! Even straight guys would be able to appreciate that!

Michael was standing in the jet's doorway with a big smile on his face. He was clearly proud of the twins, and no doubt looking forward to having Freddy all to himself. Who could blame him? He came down the steps for a closer look, ultimately joining in on Freddy's molestation. Michael surprised us, in a couple of ways, when the twins were finished. First, he took our bound, naked teen into his arms and gave him a big French kiss. At first Freddy went rigid, but as the kiss went on, he relaxed and responded, ultimately melting into his father's arms.

The twins were shocked at first, but as the kiss went on they actually started rubbing their very hard dicks through their shorts. It was also clear that while they weren't quite as well hung as the six of us, they were a lot better endowed than Freddy! Of course Freddy's endowment was of no consequence. It was locked up, and if we didn't give him any release from the cage when we had him, he might just wear it for the rest of his life!

After Michael was done with the kiss, he placed a ball gag in the restrained teen's mouth and buckled it behind his head. Michael didn't care for loud noises either! The boy now had his wrists locked to the back of his collar, an eighteen inch chain between his ankles, a cock cage, a butt plug, and a ball gag. I wasn't sure if that qualified as completely naked, but it was close enough! Then his father was handed a two inch wide roll of tape from the steward. His father used it to tape the boy's eyes shut. I'm guessing our teen slave felt pretty darn helpless!

Michael picked up his boy, threw him over his shoulder and carried him into the plane. He was back out in less than a minute. He wanted to see the twins strip. So did everyone else! I looked at the twins and cocked an eyebrow.

They got the hint. But unlike their big brother, their were no signs of hesitation or humiliation. They took off their backpacks and opened them. Then they pulled off their t-shirts, folded them and put them in their backpacks. They stood up straight with grins on their faces and kicked off their kicks. They picked them up and placed them in their backpacks. They were going commando, so the only thing left were their running shorts. They slid them down and stepped out of them, revealing hard seven inch cocks. They folded the shorts, put them in the backpacks, and zipped the packs closed.

They handed their backpacks to Mike and me. We set them down, and each of us handed a boy his slave collar. It seemed they were expecting this, because the promptly took them, put them on, and locked them into place. Once that was complete, they both went into the display position. They were so fracking hot that a couple of the ground crew let out a moan!

Mike and I walked behind them, locked their wrists to the collar D-rings, and began running our hands all over their nearly smooth naked bodies. Pubes and a smattering of pit hair, but nothing else. Well they were sixteen! We would be shaving them, but no permanent hair removal. They were going to be tops after all. About then, the ground crew supervisor came out. He was about to tell his men to get back to work, when he saw what was going on. He dropped his clipboard, stared at the sight, and began to rub his crotch. I didn't think his crew would get into any trouble.

I had intended to shave them when we got back to the house but Jack, who had a thing for hair removal, had brought the shaving supplies with him. So the twins would lose their body hair while standing naked, collared and restrained on an airport ramp in front of a bunch of strangers (the ground crew), family employees (The pilots and steward), his father, and the six of us. But not Freddy. Michael didn't want his eldest to see the twins being submissive.

There was a look of surprise and discomfort on the twins' faces. This pleased me. Nothing we had done or required of them had phased them in the least, up until now. Mike and I continued to stroke every inch of Ethan and Edward, as Jack opened up the can of shave cream and began to rub it into pits and pubes. Once that was complete, Jack and Frank each took a razor and expertly removed what little body hair the boys had. They then applied aftershave, which stung. That brought a reaction from the boys. They stiffened and unconsciously flexed those wonderful muscles! The crowd on the ramp actually applauded!

As we had an appreciative audience, all six of us began kneading and stroking every inch of those amazing bodies. We had those hot blonde high school boys moaning, flexing and humping in no time. We walked them over to the van, released their wrists from the collars, and had them lean against the side of the van with legs spread wide. This showed off their incredible asses to the crowd, with their balls hanging between their legs. Their seven inch cocks weren't visible because they were rock hard and pointing straight up.

Once we had our teen trainees set in a spread-eagle position leaning against the van, the six of us did rock paper scissors to determine who would get to lube their assholes and who would spread a butt cheek. Mike had the dildos, and handed them to the winners. (George and me.) George took Ethan and I took Edward. First we began with the traditional single finger, lubing and relaxing their holes. Then two, then three fingers, before inserting the dildos.

To their credit, the boys pushed out whenever we pushed in, limiting their pain. It pays to study any new subject, before acquiring practical experience! Once the dildos were in, we began fucking the hot and very horned up teens, with those eight inch imitation cocks. We wanted to use the maximum size they would be taking from us over the weekend. Once the dildos had been in them for a couple of minutes, George and I began long dicking them at a slow pace. We both made sure to stimulate their prostates on every stroke.

Our teen trainees were moaning like two dollar whores in less than a minute. As we picked up the pace, they both began humping back against our thrusts. We had them spewing their loads in less than five minutes! Sixteen is a great age for raging hormones! As we pulled out the dildos, with every intention of sticking in butt plugs and heading home, Michael walked up to us with a gleam in his eyes. I was worried he'd want to break his own rule and his agreement with the twins. I really didn't think he should fuck them.

But instead, he wanted two of us to fuck them in front of the appreciative crowd, which now included two of the tower controllers who had been watching through binoculars, and were now off duty. I was glad he didn't want a spit roast. I wanted to train the boys as cocksuckers one step at a time. And we hadn't brought spider gags. So once again, it was time for Rock-Paper-Scissors. Frank and Jack would do the honors. We hadn't been shooting video, and George had collected all the cell phones, to make sure the twins' privacy was assured. But no one seemed to mind, as long as they got to watch.

As the twins held their spread-eagle position against the van, I walked up between them, and put my arms around their shoulders. I explained what their father wanted. They stiffened a little, and looked at each other. They didn't speak, but it was, I suppose, silent twin talk. They both nodded at the same time.

Ethan said, "In retrospect, we're not really surprised. Our biggest concern all along has been that our father would start fucking us. We know him well enough to know he'd never stop if he got started. I think you men are having a good influence on him. It's not often we've seen him exert any self-discipline when he really wants something. Hopefully, having Freddy will be enough to satisfy him. So go for it. We didn't expect our deflowering to be public, but we knew we'd be publicly used at some point. If it feels as good as the dildos, I don't think we'll really mind."

I replied with a single word: "Respect."

It was the twins' first fucking, and no one else would use them here, so no condoms. On this one occasion, we wanted them to feel themselves being bred. We probably wouldn't do that again. Frank and Jack lubed up and approached those exquisite butts. Michael stood to one side, so he could see his boys' faces and watch their reactions.

I whispered to them, "No matter how good or painful it feels, don't show too much emotion. We don't want your father to get ideas."

They nodded. I gave each of their nut sacs a little squeeze. They looked at me and smiled. I withdrew and turned them over to my well-lubed friends.

I was bummed it wasn't me, but this was fair. I'd taken Freddy's cherry, so now it was my friends' turn. It's harder to hit the prostate in a stand-up fuck, but we are all very experienced and skilled. Our hot high school trainees were only about half hard when Frank and Jack started to penetrate. The initial pain caused them to briefly go soft. But that didn't last long. Again, they relaxed their sphincters and pushed back, like they were taking a dump. They had douched before boarding the jet, so they were good to go.

By the time Frank and Jack's pubes were touching butt, the twins were both hard again. My friends remained fully inserted for almost two minutes as the boys adjusted. They were taking short rapid breaths, but had made no sound. Their expressions were stoic. They were taking my advice by not giving their father any ideas--or at least not giving those ideas any encouragement.

Frank and Jack looked at each other and grinned. Then they slowly pulled back and proceeded with a slow long dicking. The boys had already experienced that with the dildos, so they were not surprised. They told me later that the familiar technique helped them relax a little.

As the boys began to respond with a gentle butt hump, my friends picked up the pace. The strokes were coming faster and shorter, but always to maximum depth. Pubes hit butts on every stroke. As the pace increased, the twins started dripping pre-cum. I was sure they would have a second orgasm. Teen hormones, am I right? The pounding was going fast and hard, but my friends know how to delay their release, and the boys came first. Their faces were scrunched up and they were hyperventilating, but they made no sound, as they dumped a massive continuous stream of cum. I was impressed! Michael was not going to get an invitation to fuck from these two!

When Frank and Jack pulled out, Mike and George stepped up and inserted butt plugs into the newly minted boy twats. It was going to be interesting to see if they ultimately decided they wanted to continue taking dick, at least sometimes. One thing I was sure of. They would never encourage their father to use them. I believed they were right. He'd never stop if he started. And I suspected it would also lower his opinion of the twins. And they were just too amazing for that!

We had the twins stand up and turn around. Cum was still slowly dripping from their half hard cocks. More cum was oozing down their rock hard abs. They splattered cum all the way up to their navels! They made no effort to cover themselves. They stood tall and proud, each with a slight smile on his face.

I quietly said, "Display position."

They complied. Jack and George locked their wrists to their collars, as Mike opened the door to the van. The twins entered and the door was closed. The audience applauded, Michael and his flight crew boarded their jet, and the airport ramp returned to business as usual.

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