Sex Pot Chapter 7

The Sex Pot

(A Poker Game Story)

Randy MacAnus

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Chapter 7

The Goth Girls were twins--ironically named Buffy and Muffy. Needless to say, their mother's name was Karen. When they came to college they rebelled from their strict religious upbringing--big time! But in one way they were just like their mother--very dominant! They were bisexual and even during high school, they had been lovers. But what they loved most was dominating teen boys.

Most teen boys aren't up for that. But after several bad experiences with aggressive boys who didn't have a clue what they were doing, and had no interest in learning, Buffy and Muffy decided the only way they were going to do boys was on their terms. They bought strap-ons, and any boy who wanted to be with them, would be allowed to enter the girls only with their tongue. And those boys had better be willing to be penetrated with the twins' strap-ons! They found a couple of boys in high school who were so naive, and desperate to learn how to please a woman, that they submitted without limits.

But college boys had proven more difficult to convince. So Freddy represented a great opportunity! The girls both had slender, athletic, androgynous bodies. If they had been wearing slacks or jeans instead of skirts, you would have had to look really close to determine their gender.

The straight boys who had just fucked Freddy, were clearly hoping for a detailed look. And the girls, it turned out, were exhibitionists. So no problem there--but they did leave their shirts on. I thought that perhaps it was because of their small, firm breasts. It turned out it was because there was no reason to get completely naked, and they wanted Freddy to feel as vulnerable as possible.

With Freddy naked, collared, caged, and surrounded by fully dressed people who had or would fuck him, that was not a problem! Muffy gave Freddy his first taste of a woman. She kept his head buried, until she began to moan. Then she put on her strap-on, and moved to his delightful ass.

Buffy then took over at Freddie's mouth. Once she was ready to go, she put on her strap-on, and began to fuck Freddie's throat. Fortunately for Freddy, the strap-ons were latex and not hard plastic. Even so, he was getting a work-out, and every one of the boys watching had their hard dicks in their hands.

The girls gave our little naked stud a very long ride. By the time they were done, they had switched ends three times, and each had multiple orgasms. Girls are so lucky that way! I would have to remember this, and either charge more for girls, or set a time limit. The good news is no one got bored. And with all the stimulation, Freddy actually came! Punishment would follow!

And to the girls' delight, one of the boys quietly came up to them and offered to submit to them! He was really cute, so I pulled the girls aside, and told them, if they wanted to get him fucked by men at some point, they should let me know. They already had my card.

Muffy said, "Count on it," with an evil grin.

Freddy was exhausted, so I decided to let him rest a bit before using him myself. That would happen when we got back to the house. I reattached his shorts, but left him otherwise naked, until I got him to the van. There were still some students passing through the parking lot, so I thought I'd see if I could get him to rebel and earn more punishment.

"Take off the shorts, boy."

Freddy looked up at me in horror, and looked around. Some of the students had heard my comment, and stopped to watch. But Freddy was learning. Blushing a medium pink, he pulled the Velcro loose, and handed me the pieces of his shorts.

"Assume the display position."

He complied.

"Those of you who don't have a class with Freddy, may not know that his cute body can be rented from me for sex."

It was all the boy could do to hold his position. He didn't disobey, unfortunately, but I did get to hear that wonderful whimper again. I gave my spiel, and handed out cards to those interested. I opened the door to the van, and our hot little slave hurled himself inside. He would receive a second punishment for not waiting until I ordered him into the van. So win-win!!

When we got home, I handed Freddy off to my other roommates. They took him to the Dungeon to administer his punishment, and provide him with more oral and anal training. I went to my room to check my emails. There were four from guys who wanted to rent Freddie, so that made for enjoyable reading. As I finished the last email, another came in from the frat that would be renting Freddie for Homecoming weekend.

They wanted to know if they could keep our slave for the full weekend. They had an unusually high number of requests from Alumni for a freshman ass and mouth to use. They would not be able to fill all the requests, given our limit of ten dicks in each end, for one night of Freddie.

Freddie had just taken six dicks in each end from the boys, and a major butt reaming from the two Goth Girls' strap-ons. He was pretty exhausted, but didn't seem the worse for wear. He was now in the Dungeon, receiving punishment, and a spit roasting from five more cocks. I decided I would wait to see what kind of shape he was in, in the morning before deciding on what Freddie could handle at the frat. Homecoming was still a week off, so there was no rush to respond.

I went to the Dungeon to see how things were progressing. I was delighted to see that they had taken his punishments up a large notch. Freddy was strung up spread-eagled. In addition to his restraints, they had added a ball gag. None of us were fans of loud noises.

And as they were alternating his ass paddling with electric shocks, noises were being made! Freddie had been shocked through his collar of course, but this was much more entertaining. Electrodes were on his nipples, his balls, and there was a probe up his ass. He never knew where the pain would be coming next!

And all my friends were in full BDSM drag including hoods, so they couldn't be identified in the video they were shooting. With all the video we'd collected, we were going to have one heck of a porno! Freddie's face was fully visible, and he was naked of course, so all those beautiful muscles flexing in pain were being fully documented by the cameras.

I picked up a handheld camera, and shot closeups of Freddie's cute little dick trying to get hard in it's cage. We'd had him less than a week, so I wasn't surprised that his dick hadn't given up trying to get hard. But I had hopes! The fact that the pain and humiliation were turning him on, pleased me no end. If we had him long enough, I figured he would become addicted to the pain and humiliation. If that happened, our straight boy would either need to find a Dominatrix, or give himself to men like the six of us, to meet his needs. Cool!!

Once the punishment was finished, I did a thorough examination of his mouth and butthole, to see what damage might have been done by all those fuckings. But the generous use of lube, and perhaps condoms, was paying dividends. He was still in good shape. And while his butthole was clearly sore, it was closing properly, and there was no evidence of tearing, or other damage.

So I removed the ball gag, and quietly ordered him to beg for my cock in his ass. This was for the cameras. And after what he had just been through, our pretty teen slave boy was not about to hesitate!

"Please Master, may I have the honor of your massive cock up my ass?!"

He even said it with a desperate enthusiasm. Being a kind and generous owner, I obliged. My five roommates had used condoms, so no one had to deal with sloppy seconds. But as mine was the last cock up his ass for the day, I just used lube. Freddie had not cum from his five previous fuckings. Between that, and his being so turned on by his punishment, I figured that desperate enthusiasm was real.

I left him spread-eagled for his fucking. And I began by letting my hands roam that amazing, helpless body. I had dipped my fingers in menthol ointment before starting, and rubbed it into his ravaged nips and balls. It may or may not have helped with healing, but in those sensitive areas, it caused significant pain. And with the ball gag out, he was able to articulate what he was feeling.

"Holy crap, Master! What did you do?! Aaarrgh, oh my gosh that hurts like a motherfucker!!!"

"Did you just swear, slave?"

"Oh gosh, I'm sorry Master, it just hurts so much!!!"

"I will let it go this time boy, but if I ever hear you swear again, I know just the punishment you will receive. And it will make today's punishment seem positively gentle by comparison."

"Thank you Master!"

I decided to long dick him, taking my time, and pounding his prostate with every stroke. The moaning started as soon as I began to penetrate. It grew louder and more desperate as his fucking continued.

"Oh gosh, oh golly, gee whiz Master, please please make me cum. And please give me permission to cum! I'm so gosh darn horny, Master!!"

Well, he definitely wasn't swearing. I turned back to look at my friends to see what they thought. They all had big grins on their hooded faces, and were nodding, so I relented.

"I don't guarantee that you will cum, boy, but if you do, you have permission and will not be punished."

"Oh, thank you Master!"

And with that, Freddie began humping hard and fast against my junk, squeezing tight on pull-back and relaxing on penetration, with a level of skill and enthusiasm he had not shown before. Possibly the practice he'd had with the eleven dicks and the two strap-ons that had used him today had improved his technique. Either that, or he'd been holding back on us to avoid orgasm. Well if he ever failed to pleasure me like this in the future, he would darn well pay for it!

"Oh gosh, please don't stop, please don't stop, please don't stop, pound me harder Master, PLEASE!!!!"

The video would later show a big shit-eating grin on my face, as I picked up my speed and pounded that sweet ass as hard as I could. I was really hoping I would cum first, and leave pretty boy hanging. But Freddie had been so horned up for so long, that he beat me to it, exploding out of his limp caged dick, with more cum than I had ever seen him produce. And given that he had already cum earlier, that was impressive! He'd be licking it up, of course. But not before I dumped my load in his ass.

That took another five minutes. And poor sore Freddie took it without complaint. He even had the good sense to keep squeezing and relaxing, though he wasn't on automatic hump mode anymore. I shot a very satisfying load up that fantastic ass, then promptly shoved a butt plug in. Freddie groaned, but did not object. He was learning.

I released his wrists but left his legs restrained and widely spread. Then I lowered him to the floor. Without being told, our exhausted sex toy licked his load up off the floor, for our entertainment, and for the cameras. When he was done, I attached his wrist restraints to the back of his collar, and left him like that. On the floor, legs spread as wide as they would go and wrists restrained. He had just enough awareness to keep his elbows out to the side. After we shot video of him on his stomach, we flipped him over, to shoot video of his phenomenal hairless torso, and caged little dick, which was still slowly leaking.

We left him there for a couple of hours, to take a much-needed nap. Then we released him, and took him to his desk, to do his homework. After all, he had classes tomorrow. And no doubt, more students ready to fuck his brains out!

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