Date: Sun, 29 Aug 2004 02:47:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: NiteSearcher2000 <nitesearcher2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Four Friends: Chapter Two: Humiliation

This story in not completely fictional. Nor is it the
truth and nothing but the truth. The names have
definitely been changed to protect the guilty. We are
all disease free and stay that way by protecting
ourselves whenever we play with anyone but each other.
Descriptions of unprotected sex are fictional because
I'm imaginative and not stupid.

You know the rules... Don't read this if you're a
minor or are offended by gay or BDSM expression. Don't
even think about reproducing or publishing it without
my permission. Remember, I have sadistic friends who
like to punish people! <<evil grin>>


Chapter 2: Humiliation

The phone conversation with Scott was winding down.
We'd been talking for a while. He likes the phone.
Dennis hates it because he uses it too much for work.
Scott and I often talk on the phone while Dennis works
at home. He's always reading or working on some report
or another. He'd obviously finished up and I could
hear him talking to Scott in the background.

"Tell the fuck I want him here early tomorrow. I want
him horny and ready for me." Dennis was relaying the
message to me through Scott.

"Did you hear him," Scott asked?

"Yeah, I got it." I replied a little too casually. I
guess it came through in my voice because Scott
instantly started chastising me.

"Did you forget who you're talking to asshole?" His
tone was low and biting. It told me that Dennis was
listening and was either not in a good mood or was
horny as hell.

"No, Sir. I heard him. I'm sorry Sir. I didn't mean to
be disrespectful." I back peddled as fast as I could.
I didn't want to piss him off before the weekend even
started.

"You'll be more sorry tomorrow. I guarantee it". It
was more an assurance from him than a threat to me.
"He wants to talk to you."

The next voice I heard was Dennis' deep but quiet
voice. "I want you here at six o'clock tomorrow night.
Don't you dare be even one minute late! Not one
fucking minute! You know the rules and you'd better
follow them to the letter because I am looking for
every reason to punish you. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir." I replied in my most
submissive voice.

"You are going to suffer, asshole. I am so in the mood
to watch you suffer." It was barely more than a
whisper, as he hung up. My stomach was clenching and
my dick was rock hard as I hung up the phone....

I pull into the driveway right on time. Dan's car is
there as well as another car I don't recognize. Fuck!
That means there's an audience, and things are always
worse with an audience. Scott likes to perform and
Dennis likes to show that he controls me. I take a
deep breath as I press the clicker to open the garage
so I can pull into my space.

I breathe in deep regular breaths as I strip out of my
clothes and put them back in the car. I check my chain
collar and lock, which is my mark from Dennis. My
ankle chain is from Scott and my earrings are from
Dan. I never take any of them off. I look down at my
trimmed chest and pubic bush more to reassure myself
than to inspect them. I'm struggling to keep my heart
rate down and my breathing regular as I drop to all
fours, open the door, and enter the house crawling and
seeking them out. I hear them in the downstairs
sitting room, which is on the same level as the
garage. I crawl toward the noise with my head down. I
enter slowly trying to decide exactly what to do next.
My heart is racing.

They're sitting and talking as I enter and there is no
immediate acknowledgement of my presence. They're
sitting in the leather club chairs in a horseshoe
pattern. Dennis is in the center chair obviously
confident and in command. The two strangers are
sitting on his right. They are young, black, big, and
serious looking. They are both well dressed in
designer jeans and button down shirts which makes me
ever so much more conscious of being naked and on all
fours.

Scott is sitting next to him on the left. He is
wearing thin white carpenter pants and a skintight
dark red tee shirt. No shoes. Dan is obviously still
in his dress clothes from work.

Dennis is wearing a pair of jeans and nothing else.
His bare feet are stretched in front of him and his
legs are crossed at the ankles. He separates his
ankles and I take that as my signal to kneel before
him and place my forehead on the floor between his
feet. I know to spread my knees as far as possible
leaving me naked with my bare ass in the air and my
cock and balls hanging between my legs for everyone to
see.

The talking continues and I don't hear Scott rise from
his chair, but the new silence hits me an instant
before Scott's belt lashes across my ass. It's wide
and stiff leaving a quick sting and a dull ache in its
wake. No one talks, they just watch as the blows land
in a slow, constant rhythm.  Each blow is slightly
harder than the one before it. I don't dare move but
it gets harder and harder not to flinch and I can't
help the gasps as each crack lands. Dennis slides his
feet under my face and I kiss and lick them. They are
my reward, a gift to distract me from the pain of the
assault on my ass. I worship his feet.

Scott's no fool and knows me well. He doesn't want me
to have the distraction. He grabs my collar and pulls
me toward the bathroom. The others follow us in and he
lifts the toilet seat and pushes my head into the
bowl. "Put your tongue in the water!" His belt cracks
down on my ass as he gives the command. A second crack
lands much harder before I can obey him. I put my
tongue in the water and he continues to crack down on
my ass. There's no distraction from my pain and
humiliation this way. Someone grabs my balls tightly
and pulls me backward. My reaction is to pull back and
follow my balls. The belt lands hard as I'm commanded,
"Keep your fucking tongue in the water. Don't you dare
pick up your head"! Several more cracks land down on
my poor ass as my balls are squeezed, twisted and
pulled backwards from my body. They're pulled upward
and I have no choice but to rise slightly up from my
knees while keeping my tongue in the toilet water.

My head gets pulled from the bowl by my hair and I'm
forced to look each of them in the eye. I'm so
embarrassed and humiliated. Dan steps up with his
crotch directly in front of my face as he unzips his
pants and pulls out his dick. His stream passes
directly in front of my face as he pisses in the bowl.
His eyes are boring into mine as he pees. He shakes
out the last few drops and puts his dick back in his
pants. He zips them keeping the tension in the air.
His tone is quiet and serious, "Now, drink it." I know
there's no way to avoid it but it takes me a second to
process what he's saying. "Lap it up." His tone is
flat and even. There's not a sound as everyone stares
down waiting for me to obey him. I stick my head in
the bowl and lap up his piss. It's diluted with the
toilet water but it is still pungent. I lick up a good
bit before I'm commanded to crawl back inside and
kneel in the center of the sitting room. They all take
their original seats. Scott smiles and winks at me.
Dan is grinning. The two guests look remarkably
comfortable and at ease.

Dennis is all business as he asks me, "Do you want to
stay?"

"Yes, Sir." I'm being honest and sincere.

"You're going to be treated like shit. You know that."

"Yes, Sir."

"Then why do you want to stay?" He conducts the
questioning with all the seriousness of a lawyer in a
courtroom.

"Because I like it, Sir. Because I get off on it, Sir.
Because it's my place, Sir."

"If you stay these are the rules:
1-	Everyone here is your superior. You will be
obedient and respectful to each one of us.
2-	You will be disciplined and punished as we see fit
and you'll take it like a man.
3-	You'll be beaten, tortured, and humiliated just
because we enjoy it.
4-	We're going to use every part of your body to give
us pleasure and every part of your body to give you
pain.
Do you want to stay?"

"Yes, Sir. Please let me stay. Please." My tone is
pleading. My seven, inch dick is rock hard and fully
engorged for all of them to see. My big balls are
hanging low in my sack, which is still red from the
squeezing and pulling it received in the bathroom. My
bright red ass is on fire from the belt. I can see
their engorged baskets in each of their pants. I don't
want to leave. "Please let me stay? I'm begging you.
Please, Sir" Dennis says nothing. The silence hangs.
The tension is thick.

One of the black guys moves to stand beside me. He
opens his pants and pulls out his cock. It's big and
full but not hard. His dick is so close I can smell
his faint body odor. He puts the end of it in my mouth
and I can tell by his muscles tensing that he's going
to piss in my mouth. The flow starts slowly. It stops
and starts. Then it rips. His stream is hot and fast
as he fires his piss into my mouth. I swallow as fast
as I can but some still dribbles out of my mouth. It
runs down my chin, onto my chest. It travels into my
bush and seeps to the side of my dick and balls. It
travels down my leg and forms a small puddle on the
tile floor. I frantically try to swallow because I
know my punishment will be in direct proportion to the
size of that puddle. He slides his hand along the
length of his shaft to push the last couple of drops
into my mouth. The crack from Scott's belt lands on my
ass before the guy even puts his dick away. The cracks
continue to land as I lick up every drop from the
floor. I don't stop licking till he stops hitting and
I'm left gasping for breath. The involuntary tears are
streaming down my face and my nose is running beyond
my control. I bend to kiss Scott's feet and thank him
for punishing me. I kiss the black guys boots and
thank him for pissing in my mouth and apologize for
letting some spill.

I get back in a kneeling position with my hands
clasped behind my head, and I beg, "Please let me
stay. Please." I see the first glint in Dennis' eyes
and I know that he's starting to enjoy himself. He
stands suddenly, grabs my collar and drags me to my
feet. He pulls me outside beyond the pool deck into
the grass. He pushes me back laying me down in the
grass and pisses all over me. I don't move or resist.
I lay there covered in his piss. The other black guy
pees on me as well. He spits on me. He kicks me in the
side. He curses and insults me. I lie there and take
it.

Scott's voice is strong but not loud. "Get on your
knees and open your mouth." I do as he says and he
stands about three feet in front of me and pisses
using my mouth as his target. His aim is pretty good
but he still sprays all over me. He moves closer and
shakes his drops onto my face. "Now lick it clean." I
lick off his dick to be sure to get every drop from
him. I've done this a thousand times before. "Now,
lick yourself off. Lick off as much piss as you can
reach." FUCK! I've never had to do this before! I
fucking hate it as I obey him. "You look like a
fucking dog licking yourself clean like that. You
fucking low life!" He drags me on all fours by my
collar to the nearest tree. He cracks my incredibly
sore ass. "Now lift your leg and piss like a dog. You
lick yourself clean like a dog so now you can piss
like one!" This is so fucking humiliating. I lift my
leg and really struggle to start my stream. Finally,
my piss flows and flies everywhere soaking my thigh.

Dan uses his foot to push my leg down. "Piss like a
bitch! You don't deserve to piss like a male dog. You
squat and piss, bitch!" I finish pissing in a
squatting position. He uses his foot again to push me
straight down into the grass. "Don't you move you
fucking low life bitch! Stay in your own puddle of
piss until we tell you that you can move." I just lay
there as they all go back into the house.