Date: Sat, 2 Jan 2016 21:44:27 +0000 (UTC)
From: htnsxy17212@yahoo.com
Subject: Best Friend Owns Me Chapter 13

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Best Friend Owns Me Chapter 13

By Brandon

Mom and Dad were easy enough to convince. That was not my problem. My
problem was that it sounded like I was going to be rented out to a whole
bunch of strangers for the next couple days and I was scared shitless. How
could Connor do this? How could he expect me to be a bunch of guys'
"entertainment"? Sounds more like I was going to be a couple holes open to
anyone who fills them. This is insane! Maybe I could reason with him and
show him this isn't right.

I made my way back to Connor's house and went inside. He was still in his
room, playing on his computer.

"About time you got back here." Connor said without looking at me. "Brad
will be here in 5 minutes."

"Well, about that...uh, Master. Um...don't you think that this is going a
bit too far?" I questioned.

"What did you say?" Brad asked as he turned around in his chair. If he
wasn't paying attention to me before, he was now. "Look you little
shit. You are not going to fuck this up for me. I'm about to be in good
with Brad."

"But, you're just going to rent me out to a bunch of strangers? What if I
get hurt or something bad happens?" I plead

I expected Connor to get angry but I didn't expect the backhand until he
slapped me to the floor.

"I don't give a shit. I told you months ago that I'm not your friend
anymore. I own you. You're my property. You're going to do this and if I
hear another word from you, you won't have to wonder about whether or not
you'll get hurt. Got it? Now on your knees."

I obediently fell to my knees and looked up at my Master. He wasn't the
Connor I knew anymore. He was a guy desperate for acceptance and was
willing to let me pay the price for it. I didn't say a word or blink when
he put the collar back around my neck and pulled me behind him up the
stairs. Moments later, we heard honking from the driveway. Brad was here
and we were ready to go.

Connor glared at me. "Don't fuck this up. You do whatever you're told by
anyone who tells you to do something. No back talking, no whining,
nothing."

Connor headed for the door and pulled me along with him. I was shoved in
the back seat along with Connor's bag while Connor got into the front
seat. Brad gave Connor a high five as he put the car in gear and drove
away. We didn't go far, maybe a few miles max. I knew the area Brad was
driving us too. It's mostly cheap housing for the local college. There are
a few frats over here, which terrified me. If he took me to a frat, there'd
be 300 guys there for a party. I can't take 300 guys!

I breathed a small sigh of relief when we parked in front of a non-frat
house. It was a 2 story house with 5 bedrooms so it wasn't small. But, at
least it couldn't hold 300 dicks. Brad and Connor got out before Brad
opened the back door, grabbed my leash and pulled me out of the car and up
to the house. Once inside, Brad introduced me to the host of the party,
Dylan. He looked a bit like Brad. He is 18 or 19, tall, athletic,
powerful. He has brown hair styled like he just got out of bed and piercing
green eyes.

"Dylan, this is the slut for the weekend. He'll do whatever we tell him to,
no matter what." Brad brags. "Right Connor?"

"Absolutely" Connor nods and looks at me. "Whatever you want."

"Fuck, this kid looks like he's 10. Is he really ready for that?" Dylan
asks.

"He's 13" Connor chirps in. "He knows how to take some dick."

"Alright, his room is in the basement. Go get him ready." Dylan shrugs and
heads upstairs.

As we descend the stairs, my leash still in Brad's hands, my nerves double
to the point I was actually shaking. The only people who know I'm here are
the ones pimping me out. No one can save me. I'm trapped.

Brad pulls me into the room and says, "For the first hour or two of the
party, you'll be upstairs serving drinks, cleaning up spills, and doing
whatever else you're told. You'll be wearing this."

Brad holds up a red and white cheerleader outfit with a skimpy skirt and
some red panties. On the outfit, it reads "Slut U" on the chest. I look
nervously at both Brad and Connor who order me to strip and put it on. As I
once again remove all my clothes, Connor gathers them into a bag and
disappears upstairs.

"You won't be needing those for a couple days." Brad smiles.

Brad helps me pull the outfit on and I pull the new panties up. They're
pretty tight, but I was able to get them on. Brad orders me to tuck my cock
back as he says "Nobody wants to see your tiny little dick." I managed to
tuck my cock to my ass and pull the panties up higher to keep it in
place. When Connor came back downstairs, he was holding some lipstick, a
blonde wig, and a couple beers

"Let's finish the final touches and get this party started." Connor said as
he opened his beer and handed the other one to Brad.

I've never worn make up or a wig before. But, with these two men
surrounding me, I didn't try to fight it. I put the lipstick on as best as
I could. It was ruby red in color. Brad took the lipstick out of my hands
and said, "You put this on like you're going on a date. You need to put it
on like you're a slut looking for cock."

With that, he spread even more lipstick on...thicker and wider than
normal. Then, he put the wig on me and told me to look in the mirror. I
wasn't expecting what I saw. In the reflection was what absolutely looked
like a 13 year old girl. From my smooth legs up to my soft face and blond
hair, I looked like I was just plucked out of a cheerleading competition
and brought to this dark basement. I think they were as stunned to see me
as I was because both of their pants looked a bit tighter than they were a
few minutes ago

"Not bad" Connor said as he took another swig. "Now get your ass upstairs
and greet our guests."

As hesitant as I was to go downstairs, I was even moreso to go back
upstairs. It was one thing to be pulled down here dressed as a boy, but to
be pulled back up dressed as a girl was something completely different. Not
that I had much of a choice, though. Connor removed the leash, but kept the
collar locked on and gave my ass a smack to get me going. Up the stairs I
climbed, I could hear more voices up there. Must have been some new
arrivals because no one was there earlier.

When I turned the corner up the stairs, I saw about 5 guys between 18-20
years old already in party mode. They saw me and started hooping and
hollering, whistling and making some lewd sounds at me. To say I wasn't
flattered would be a lie. Obviously these guys thought I was a hot young
girl ready to take care of them and that kind of made me proud in a weird
way.

"Hey darling" One of them started. "Why don't you put that gorgeous ass in
the kitchen and bring me a beer, eh?"

"Yes sir" I replied in my girliest voice.

That wasn't even close to the last beer I fetched over the next hour. A ton
of guys and a few girls came in, all wanting me to fetch them a beer or a
mixed drink. My ass was slapped more times than I could count. Several guys
whispered how sexy I looked into my ear and how hard I'm going to get
fucked later. After a while, I just kind of relaxed and started having fun
with it. I was the center of attention and all these hot, older guys wanted
me. In a sick way, it actually made me feel good.

I was high on the moment, flirting, giggling and running around when Connor
cornered me in the kitchen.

"Play time is up. Everyone is getting drunk and you're needed downstairs."
He said.

My face fell flush. With all the fun I was having, I forgot what was
expected of me. My eyes fell to the ground as I followed him down
stairs. Brad and Dylan were already down there, waiting for me. I was
directed to get onto the bed on my hands and knees. My legs were kicked
open wide and my panties were ripped off. Dylan came in front of me and
grabbed some rope that was tied to the right side of the bed and looped it
around my right wrist, tightening it. Then, he did the same with my
left. This caused me to fall forward onto my chest and face.

"Arch that back, slut and get your ass up in the air." Dylan commanded.

I did as I was told and presented my round, smooth 13 year old ass to
whoever came up behind me. Then I felt someone flip up my skirt and
something kind of cold on my left cheek. It felt like a marker as someone
was writing "Cock" on one cheek and "Chute" on the other with arrows
pointing to my boy hole.

"Perfect" Brad said behind me. "Let's get this party started.

With that, Brad climbed up behind me and kicked my legs out even further,
lowering my ass to his cock. I felt him squirting lube onto my ass and his
cock as Dylan came up in front of me. He held something up to my nose and
ordered me to inhale deeply. As I did, my head flooded with a dizzying
feeling I never felt before. I can't really describe the experience beyond
how much my desire for the cock in front of my face increased. Dylan
grabbed me by the chin and raised me up so I could look forward
better. Then he ordered me to open up and sank his giant 8 inch cock down
my young throat. As he was exploring my mouth, Brad shoved his cock up my
ass to the hilt. Had there not been a cock gagging me, the neighbors
would've heard my screaming from the intense pain.

None of that seemed to matter to these two young studs who only cared about
flooding me with their fresh cum. No matter what Connor and Tanner had done
to me in the past, it did not prepare me for these much larger cocks and
much harder fucking that I received at the hands of these two vastly-mature
men. Dylan and Brad began by fucking both of my holes in and out at the
same time. When Dylan's cock left my mouth, Brad's left my ass, then they'd
both ram back in simultaneously. The feeling was overwhelming as I was
plugged over and over and over. Soon, they shifted to where one cock was
constantly in me. Dylan would pull out as Brad would shove in, then
alternate.

My head was spinning from whatever Dylan had made me sniff along with these
two guys fucking me to a point I never knew existed. My mind was gone and I
was just a 13 year old body here to accept whatever cocks were shoved into
me. I was fucked for a solid 20 minutes when Dylan started firing a massive
load straight down my throat. The sudden flood of cum made me tense up
causing Brad to fuck into yet another gear and breed my ass for the first
of many times that night. They each pulled their cocks out of me, my face
planted back down onto the bed. I was exhausted, but nowhere near done.

Dylan put the bottle back under my nose and I sniffed for all I was worth.
Any pain I had was gone and all that was left was the empty feeling in my
throat and ass. The three of them walked upstairs to continue their
partying. That's when I heard it:

"Attention everyone! The slut is open and ready for business. $20 gets you
as many trips down there as you want.  Have at it!"