Date: Tue, 4 Dec 2007 22:42:05 +0100
From: Lynn Burlwood <lynnburlwood@googlemail.com>
Subject: Gay Sluts for the Weekend: Part 2

Note: this is chapter two of the story "Gay Sluts for the Weekend"
(original publication date: December 2, 2007 in Authoritarian and Piss
categories)



Michael dressed himself first.  Jon and I got to see his glorious body:
slightly tanned, slightly hairy, and just muscly enough all over.  His
pecs were very well defined and blanketed with a thin layer of black
hair.  His nipples were large and dark pink, complete with nipple rings.
His abs were firm with a bit of definition throughout.  The abs were also
covered with hair that led down to his well-trimmed pubic hair.  Below
that was his glorious cock: thick and meaty.  Just small enough to fit in
my mouth, but big enough for my ass to really feel something.  His
cockhead was a little larger than his 7 inch shaft that had a pair of
visible veins.  Two very low-hung, shaved balls finished the package.
Michael started by putting on a thick metal cockring.  He added a black
jockstrap with a detachable front and chaps.  On top, he selected a fine
five-point harness as well as matching biceps straps.  He finished his
outfit with a pair of heavy boots and a black jacket that covered his
otherwise naked ass.

"Now it's time for the sluts to get dressed.  For you two little
cockwhores, I have complete outfits!"

With that, he went over to his closet, opened a drawer, and pulled out
two CB-2000s.

"To get these on, you'll both have to lose those erections I see tenting
out your filthy jockstraps.  Jon, go get some ice."

Jon ran to the kitchen and quickly returned with a tray of ice cubes.

"Use the ice on each other to get rid of those pointless erections.  And
do it fast!"

A few minutes later, Jon and I had both lost our erections, and Michael
had locked - quite literally locked with a padlock - the CB-2000s in
place.

"I'll probably let you take them off on Sunday," Michael smirked, "IF you
both behave like good little sluts."

Michael then produced two filthy and tiny black jockstraps.  They were
obviously well abused: covered with cum and reeking of piss.  Jon and I
quickly pulled them over our now-chastised cocks; even without our
erections, the jockstraps were too small and barely encased our powerless
packages.

"To make sure that those butt plugs don't wiggle out, I've also got
these," Michael said as he held up two pairs of really small, stretchy
white boxer briefs.

Jon and I pulled and stretched the fabric over our bodies with only
limited success.  The combination of the tiny jockstrap and tiny boxer
briefs left little to the imagination.  The white cloth clung to our ass
cheeks and invaded our cracks.  To accommodate our packages, the
jockstrap and boxer brief were pulled down to just the top of our cocks.
If we had had any pubic hair, it would have all been visible.  And if it
weren't for the CB-2000 providing the unnatural bump at the top of our
cocks, the fabric would likely have slipped right off.

Beyond the dog collar that Michael said would also stay on all weekend,
our outfits were complete.  We weren't even allowed shoes or even a
jacket for the walk to and from the car.

"And off to the club we go boysluts!"

Jon and I, more embarrassed than we had ever been in our lives, sprinted
from the front door to the car, only to be left standing, nearly naked,
outside for 5 minutes.  Sadistic Michael had let us run ahead of him and
then locked us outside.  A few cars passed his house and surely noticed
what they thought were a pair of male prostitutes.  Little did they know,
we were such cum worshippers that we didn't even get paid for our
services; we got humiliated for them.

The car ride was only about fifteen minutes, but Michael made expedient
use of his detachable jockstrap and pulled out his cock.  "Suck it,
bitch."  I leaned over, taking his dick into my mouth and slurping up and
down the length of his shaft as Michael continued to drive.

At the club, Michael pushed me off of his cock, stuffed it back into the
jockstrap, and snapped the jock closed.  "Don't worry, you'll be doing
that again soon enough.  Now, out of the car."

Jon and I peevishly stepped out of the car and into the full view of the
five or so guys standing around the club.  It was obvious that we were
there as sluts to be used.  There was another guy there much like us: he
had on only a jockstrap and nipple clamps complete with nipple weights.
The other guys were slapping his ass a bit.  As we walked past them, one
of them grabbed my nipple and twisted it hard.  Michael just winked at
the guy and pulled me along.

Once inside, we could see the bar.  It was fairly typical for a bar: a
long counter with bar stools tables on the side and tables in the back.
The bartenders were young and cute: lithe, hairless, and wearing only
little leather hotpants.  They nodded a "hello" at Michael.  Michael
ordered three beers and sat down in a booth.  Jon and I sat down next to
him, which was a mistake.

"Did I say you could sit down?  No!  You two little whores need to know
your place.  Lynn, get down there and start sucking my cock again.  And
Jon, I want you to go up to the bar, bring me back the beers, and then I
want you to kneel behind Lynn and start worhsipping my boots."

Jon and I quickly jumped into action, submitting to our humiliating
place.  Michael drank two of the beers, ordering us to trade places
between beers.  Our tongues never stopped working: first up and down the
length of Michael's satisfying cock, then all along his slick black
boots.

When the first two beers were gone, Michael stood up and addressed the
twenty or so guys that were in the bar.  "Men, and sluts, these two
whores have not done a very good job of learning their place today.  To
show them their true, low place, I want to play a bit of Russian
roulette.  One beer glass has real beer in it.  I want you to pass the
other two around and piss into the empty glasses.  Just a little bit, no
need to empty your whole fucking inside into the glass.  Men, feel free
to make your slaves dribble their own piss into the glasses too."

The men (and the other sluts) laughed at our reddening selves and
proceeded to pass the beer glasses around, pulling out their cocks and
adding their own piss to the communal mix.  Jon and I just watched all
the cocks coming out, studying each one in awe but also realizing where
all of that piss was bound to go.  We had never seen some many live cocks
in such rapid fire.  Each one was a little treat: some smaller, some
larger, some hairy, some smooth, tan, white, black, and on.  Twenty-two
individual cocks (I counted), all mesmerizing to Jon and me, the
cockwhores.  In the meantime, Michael went over and talked to two of the
other men and their sluts.

When the beer glasses were full, all the men gathered around Michael and
his two very nervous whores.  "So, this is the deal.  Two of these
glasses have piss in them, foul communal piss.  One glass has good old
beer in it.  My two sluts here will each drink a glass, the third will be
poured over them as a victory glass.  Sluts, you may each choose your
glass, but you may not drink until I tell you to."

Jon picked the glass on the left, and I picked the glass in the middle.

"Okay," Michael said, "now for the fun part.  Rich and Steve, please show
my two little sluts the nice addition that you have for their glasses."

On cue, Rich and Steve - two gorgeous men, both built like Jon Rich with
more hair, Steve with less - spun their respective slaves around, bent
them over, and held one of the selected beer glasses just under the
slaves' assholes.  The other men started hollering and Jon and I were
mortified when we all realized what was happening.  The two slaves had
just been bred and were now shitting out the cum from their slutty asses
into our beer glasses.  The room got quite as the milky (thank god it
wasn't brown) jizz leaked down the slaves' shaved asses and dripped into
our beer glasses.

Rich passed his beer glass to me, and Steve's passed his beer glass to
Jon.

"Drink up.  Fast!  And don't spill a drop or stop!"  Michael yelped.

Jon and I downed the "beers" as fast as we could.  Mine turned out to be
the elixir of communal pisses with Rich's spooge thrown in for good
measure.  Jon wound up with the actual beer but still had to drink down
Steve's jizz for shits and giggles.

As we began to set the beer glasses down, Michael poured the other glass
of piss over our heads.

"Now, boys, let's have some real fun."

***

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