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Taking Ownership 2

The next day I moved in. I was to sleep in Lenny's room-on a mat on the floor. I was grateful there was a mat! It was summer, so Lenny would have all day every day to invent new ways to humiliate and use me. In addition to the tremors of terror I felt at that thought, I also got hard. I had a lot to learn about myself as well as about sex.

I slept naked of course. My clothes were in a locked closet in the rec room. I dressed at the front door when going out, and stripped there when I came in. The clothes went straight into the laundry bin in my locked closet. Twice a week I washed my clothes-well everyone's clothes.

Among other things I was now the maid. I did all the housework and cooking. I had no experience with either, and was subjected to painful punishment regularly, until I got the hang of it.

The only time I ever wore anything in the house, other than sex stuff, was when I cooked. I was allowed to wear a bib apron to avoid any burns from spattering grease and the like. They liked my body the way it was. Plus, they didn't want to see my junk at just above table height, when I was serving food. They didn't mind having my bare ass available to smack, though!

I found doing mindless chores a good way to keep my mind off my situation. In fact, I found I really liked the discipline provided by Lenny and his dad. At least someone was paying attention to me. My father only paid attention to my schoolwork when my report card came in-and it was never good enough.

The discipline I received from Lenny and his dad, although harsh, seemed fair to me. If I made a mistake or failed to meet a demand I was punished. Lenny even rewarded me from time to time, with a thorough fucking that got me off at least twice.

My punishments were interesting and inventive. I had expected to be paddled and whipped with the riding crop. And Lenny's dad had said I would be naked, bound, and gagged when it happened. This type of punishment was usually reserved for mistakes I made as a maid.

It was the punishment for sex mistakes that caught me off guard. Most of these were administered by Lenny. He had stuff in that sex bag of his I didn't even know existed. The first time Lenny felt teeth, I was introduced to alligator tit clamps.

"You're about to find out what teeth feel like on a sensitive area," said Lenny with a threatening charm.

He tied me spreadeagled to the pool table in the rec room, then attached the tit clamps. Lenny slowly began pulling on the chain between them. As the chain tightened, I gasped in pain.

"This is an afternoon you'll remember pussy boy," said Lenny with a glare in his eyes.

Lenny straddled my naked form then pulled on the chain until my nips were stretched painfully. With Lenny straddling me I could not raise myself up to relieve the pressure. He held me in that position for several minutes. I think the only reason he stopped was because his arm was getting tired.

Just as my nips were starting to get numb, he abruptly released the chain and removed the tit clamps. As the blood rushed back into my nips, I once again felt intense pain.

"Do you like that pussy boy? Well this is just the start," whispered Lenny.

I had learned not to respond during punishment. It was, in fact, better to make no sound at all if I could help it. Lenny moved over my face and moved his rigid cock slowly down toward my mouth. I opened my mouth wide and put my lips over my teeth praying I would not make the same mistake again. But I was having a bad day.

I had been taking his thick 8 inch man rammer into my mouth for four days without scraping it with my teeth. But my jaw had become really sore. As Lenny began to impale my throat my jaw muscles went into spasm and Lenny felt teeth again.

"Bad move cock sucker," hissed Lenny.

My beautiful blonde master pulled his cock out of my throat, and stood atop the pool table towering over me. There was fire in his eyes.

"You are about to be introduced to a new toy," said Lenny with a gleam in his eyes.

He went to his bag of tricks and pulled out a metal device I had never seen before. I could not begin to imagine what it was for, but it was scary as hell. He had me open my mouth wide.

The gadget was slipped into my mouth, and the straps tied behind my head. Now I understood. My muscles could spasm all they wanted. There would be no teeth scraping Lenny's cock as long as this thing was in my mouth.

Naked, and bound spreadeagled to the pool table with this thing in my mouth, made me feel more helpless than I had ever felt in my life. But the humiliation and pain were just beginning. Lenny walked over to the telephone on the desk and dialed a number.

"Hey Jim," I heard him say, "did you hear who is staying with me now? That's right. Well guess what? He is now my official fuck toy. Yeah, we were right. He is a Homo. You want to have a little fun this afternoon? Great. Come on over."

I knew this was coming but I had hoped it would be with someone I didn't know. I knew exactly who this was. Jim Mahoney was the senior patrol leader of our scout troop. Jim had classic Irish good looks. He was six foot one and 190 pounds of pure buff muscle. Jim had a chiseled jaw black hair and blue eyes.

In those days no one but a bodybuilder would take the time to develop a six pack, but he had a hard flat stomach and was smooth almost everywhere. A very different type from Lenny but still incredibly hot. He had been another one of my fantasies. And now instead of me fucking him he would be fucking me!

I should mention that this was a full-size pool table and large enough to hold my naked body on its flat green surface. My hands and feet did not quite reach the corner pockets. Each pocket used a leather net to catch the balls. This allowed the ropes holding me to pass through them. The ropes were cinched up tight on the feet of the pool table.

While we were waiting for Jim to show up Lenny decided to play a little game. He picked up a cue stick and placed the cue ball on the table.

"I'm going to see how good my bank shots are," said Lenny, "this will keep us occupied until Jimmy gets here. I'll be banking the ball off your thighs and trying to hit your balls."

"How does he think up this stuff?" I thought to myself. This was worse than waiting for the crack of the paddle on my ass. I was so tensed up in anticipation, I was literally shaking.

I heard the cue strike the ball and without even thinking, I raised my ass up off the table. The ball hit my left thigh halfway up from my knee and caromed into my butt crack. As the ball settled between my butt cheeks I realized I had done a very bad thing.

"I ought to shove this right up your ass hole," said a seething Lenny, as he pulled the cue ball out of my ass crack. "As you have no self-discipline, I guess I'm going to have to reduce your freedom of movement."

He went to the large closet and pulled out some sort of harness. I think it was used for rock climbing or something. He cinched it tightly around my waist, attached a rope to each side, and rammed the ropes down through the side pockets. He slid under the pool table and tied the ropes tightly to each other. Lifting my butt was now completely out of the question.

Lenny rose up from under the pool table with his eyes blazing. "You will figure it out eventually, cock sucker. Personally, I hope you don't figure it out. I must admit I do like the challenge of coming up with new ways to humiliate and torture you."

Lenny went to his bag of tricks and pulled out a black rubber ball with a leather strap running through it. He shoved the ball into the restraint that was already in my mouth, and tightened the strap behind my head.

"I'm guessing you're probably going to want to scream before this is all over. Now you can scream all you want without annoying me."

I had absolutely no doubt that cue ball would be smashing into my balls. But I had a bad feeling there would be much more to come.

Lenny placed the cue ball and took aim. My muscles went rigid and I began shaking and sweating. It was a good thing Lenny had placed a large towel underneath me before he tied me down. This punishment was going to be bad enough without me being punished for sweating up the pool table.

I heard the loud thunk of the cue stick hitting the ball. It sounded at least twice as hard as the last time. I was right. It smashed into my left thigh and angled toward my crotch. The ball smacked into my crotch just to the left of my nut sac, rebounded off my right thigh, almost all the way back to Lenny. Both of my thighs and my crotch stung painfully. The second time Lenny shot up my right thigh. The result was the same, just missing my nut sac to the right side of my crotch.

Lenny repeated the process several times, always with the same result. Lenny was a really good pool player. It became clear to me that he was just missing on purpose. As painful as this was, I could only hope that he would continue to miss.

"Wow you should see your inner thighs and crotch! It's all turning purple. Well, I guess that's enough practice. Time to get serious."

I was moaning into the ball gag, sweating like an overheated horse, and writhing in agony. And now he was getting serious? All I could do was wait for the inevitable.

It felt like one of those slow-motion moments you see in action movies. The stick struck the ball and I could hear it rolling before it smacked into my bruised thigh. It seemed to roll forever before smacking dead center into my nut sac.

The agony was like nothing I had ever felt. The worst part was I couldn't double over with the pain. My body strained against my restraints, but I was bound to the pool table as if I were glued to it.

As I screamed uncontrollably into the ball gag, Lenny handled my bruised balls watching them swell and turn a light purple.

Lenny gave me an evil grin and said, "Gee, Randy if you hadn't been so turned on by all of this, that nice big dick of yours would've been hanging over your balls and deflected the shot. Too bad you were hard as a rock and your cock was sticking straight up."

He was right-on both counts. My cock is five inches soft, and the ball would have hit it. Whether that would have been better, I can't say. But far worse, I realized he was right about my cock being hard through the whole ordeal. It went instantly soft after I got hit in the balls, of course.

I had some serious thinking to do about that. Why would anyone get hard when they are utterly helpless, terrified out of their minds and being subjected to humiliation and pain by a guy who's completely out of control.

Except he wasn't. I knew better than to say anything, but I could tell from the sound of the cue stick hitting the ball and they way it hit my thigh, that Lenny had cut back on the speed of his shot by at least half when he finally, actually went for my balls.

It was a relief to know. I might not be allowed to set any limits, but Lenny was setting his own-even if they were way beyond what mine would have been.

Give Lenny credit. He went to the small refrigerator, got an ice pack from the freezer and put it on my balls. After awhile it began to relieve the swelling and my balls seemed to go numb. Then I started giggling into the ball gag. I don't giggle. I guffaw. Lenny got curious and removed the ball gag-though not the metal thing that kept my mouth open.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

I was hard to understand because of the metal thing, but Lenny figured it out and started laughing himself. What I was trying to say was, "First time literally a 'numb nuts' (more giggling before the ice bag fell off my balls and the pain came throbbing back.)

The pain got me settled down pretty quick. Lenny got some salve and put it on the bruises on my thighs and balls. It felt great, but between the pain in my thighs and balls, the fucking, and who-knows-what I was about to be put through, I knew I'd be waddling more than walking for the next week.

Just as Lenny finished with the salve the doorbell rang. My heart dropped into my stomach and I began to tremble. It had to be Jim. I hoped they would just spit roast me (I was starting to pick up some of the terminology) the way Lenny and his dad did.

Jim was a great guy. But when he and Lenny were together on a Scout camping trip, they could be downright evil initiating the new guys. (No sex with the new scouts-they had no interest in eleven year old kids.)

Put Jim and Lenny together with a helpless, naked gay slave? Well, that's why I was in panic and trembling!

Lenny gave me an evil grin and said, "Guess who?"

I moaned and it drew Lenny's attention to the fact that I did not have the ball gag in my mouth. He smiled his best sparkling smile as he put the ball gag back into my mouth and fastened it behind my head. Then Lenny went upstairs to anwer the door.

I had a couple of minutes to anticipate my afternoon's activities, and gave a moan that no one heard. The fact that Lenny had shown some restraint when savaging my 'nads, did not mean that he and Jim weren't going to talk each other into something truly devastating.

I knew Lenny had no intention of ever causing me any permanent damage. He really did like me, in his own way. But I did not trust the Lenny-Jim combo!

I heard laughing from upstairs and then the sound of feet thundering down those stairs. I began to shake all over and whimper into the gag.

From the hall I heard Jim say, "You didn't!! Son of a bitch! Are they all swollen and red?" Lenny must have answered though I didn't hear him. What I next heard was Jim say, "Purple?! Cool!"

I didn't think so! I could only hope they'd leave my poor bruised balls alone for the rest of the day. Then I heard another laugh. I knew I'd heard it before, but couldn't place it for a moment. Then it came to me: Danny! Jim's brother!

"Aw crud!" I thought to myself. (I told you this was back in the day.) "Three of them? Boy, I hope that's all!"

It wasn't.

This time I knew the laugh instantly: It was the snorting laugh of Danny's best friend Walter.

"Boy, am I in trouble!" I thought.

I didn't know the half of it!

The four of them walked into the room, took one look at the naked, bound, gagged and spreadeagled boy in front of them, and started laughing uproariously and punching each other in the arm.

As my heart pounded, I looked past them at the entrance and held my breath for about thirty seconds. When no one else came in, I was actually relieved. The relief didn't last more than about two seconds. Lenny had seen!

"Don't get too comfortable, bitch. The fun is just starting."

I couldn't stop shaking. I wanted to look cool-brave but resigned, or something like that. But it was clear from the look of contempt on everyone's face that I did not look cool. Lenny told me later that it's hard to project cool when you're shaking and whimpering. Good point.

All four came over to the pool table and began running their hands all over my body. Then Jim came up with his first evil plan.

"Slaves shouldn't have body hair. Let's shave him."

My eyes must have bugged out of my head, because they all started laughing. Lenny went to the little basement bathroom and came back with two disposable razors and shaving cream.

I didn't have much body hair back then. Just pits, pubes, and legs. So it didn't take long for Jim and Lenny to make me look like a tall twelve year old. My body hair had come in later than most boys, so I was a little too proud of it. As a result, I found this really degrading.

After the shave, I started to itch. But Lenny had brought out some skin lotion, and all the boys rubbed it in. At first that felt really great. I think the only reason I didn't get an instant hard-on is because of my throbbing nuts.

But after a minute or so, they began causing little moments of pain. Pinching a nipple, a brief hard squeeze to a cheek-any cheek. Then Walter got the brilliant idea of smacking the bruises on my thighs. Lenny had been right. This was not going to be a good day.

Then things started getting faster and more painful. A hard slap to the abs. A slap to the face. A Purple Nurple. I knew what was coming. The only question was when and by whom. I tried to distract myself from the pain by guessing who would be the first to go for my aching 'nads. I finally settled on Jim. It was Danny.

Danny just gave my nuts a gentle slap, but they were already so sore! It was more than enough to get me to scream into the ball gag. Then each took a turn except Lenny. I guess he figured he'd already had his fun with my hangers. By the time they were done I was moaning and my body was attempting to fold itself up into the fetal position. Not happening.

Jim said, "Looks like you're trying to double up. In pain?

Everyone chuckled except me. I nodded my head vigorously.

"Well, I can help with that, but you'd better cooperate."

I nodded that I would. What? I was going to say no?!

Jim and Lenny each untied an ankle and pulled my legs up over my head. Boy did that help! I hardly noticed that after getting my legs to my ears, they spread them out and Walter and Danny tied my ankles through the table pockets to the feet on the table.

The only thing that kept me from rolling over onto the floor was the waist restraint that Lenny had tied through the side pockets. When I realized what they'd done, I knew what was going to happen next. I was going to get gang fucked.

I quickly looked at my poor nut sac. I was relieved to see it was hanging down toward my face and would be out of the way during the reaming I was about to receive. I hoped against hope that they would leave my darn nuts alone while they used my ass.

I knew my ass was going to be aching big time at the end of the day, but there was also a certain thrill to the idea of being helpless and used by four hot guys. Straight? Highly likely. Bi? Maybe. Gay? Not likely. Well, in Walter's case-pretty good chance.

In the end-my end-it really didn't matter. I could make them anything I wanted in my head, so I decided to make them all straight. The idea of straight guys being hot for me was a turn-on. Still is.

Jim was the first to strip and get on the table. I knew he was well-muscled, but my gosh what a body! I'd never seen him naked, as I'd never shared a tent with him in scouts and he went to the Catholic high school.

And then there was Mr. Happy. Maybe the most beautiful dick I'd ever seen! About the same length as Lenny's but thicker. It occurred to me that this was really going to hurt if he didn't take it slow.

He didn't take it slow.

He didn't ram it home, but he pushed in with very firm steady pressure until he was balls deep.

My eye balls crossed with the pain and I moaned loudly into the gag. I was glad for the metal thing in my mouth, or I might have bit my tongue off! Well, at least my mind was off my nuts for the moment.

Jim looked deep into my eyes as he entered me. Except for when I had my eyes crossed, I could not look away from him. As his pubes touched my ass, he grinned and said, "you really like that don't you pussy boy?"

I sure didn't like it just then, what with the pain and all, but from the pressure his thick cock put on my prostate, I knew I was going to. Jim pulled back slowly until only the head was in.

Then he pushed back in with that firm steady pressure he'd used the first time. The entire time our eyes were locked. The grin on his face was both seductive and scary.

Jim said, "I want you to prove to me how much you want this. When I push in, you open that tight little ass of yours up as much as you possibly can. When I pull out, you squeeze hard. Not only will that make me feel good, it will prove how much you want to keep my big fat cock in your hot little butt."

I wasn't in a position to argue. Opening up was going to take practice and squeezing hard was painful. But I did the best I could for him. It made sense to keep him happy. This was not a guy you would want to piss off. But as the fucking continued I found I really did want to please him. Go figure.

The fucking continued with Jim's blue eyes only inches from mine. His black hair was brushing against my forehead. It was so hot I could hardly stand it! My meat was rock hard and dripping.

Despite the pain in my nuts, I was getting ready to blow another load! I was going to cum even before Jim! I began to moan, hoping he wouldn't punish me for that.

He punished me for that.

His beautiful blue eyes grew cold. He said, "you're going to wish you had not cum first."

About two minutes later he blew his load and pulled out abruptly. He remained kneeling on the pool table with an evil grin on his face.

"Lenny, hand me that paddle."

As Lenny did so, Jim said, "so what do you think pussy boy? Should I paddle your ass or your balls?"

I was in a state of total panic. Through the gag in the metal thing holding my mouth open, I tried to scream, "Ass! Ass!"

"Hard to tell what he said. What do you think guys? Did he say ass or balls?"

"Balls!" they shouted in unison, with grins all around.

"Ass! Ass! Ass!" I shouted into my gag. I pulled furiously at my bonds in a state of total panic. Other than working up a nice sweat, I accomplished absolutely nothing. Well, that's not completely true. The others found my exertions very entertaining.

Jim's evil grin grew larger. "Well, since you want me to paddle your balls....I'm going to paddle your ass instead. But you better hope your balls don't get in the way, because I'm gonna be paddling hard!"

And boy, did he ever! Every stroke was right in the middle over my crack, and high up, around my taint. I started moaning with the first hit, and was screaming when he finished with the tenth. But I managed not to move to avoid the blows. My nuts were on the verge of falling in the way, and if I'd moved.....well, thankfully I didn't.

Jim's brother Danny was next. Another big cock, but thinner than Jim's. It didn't help. Danny went right to work pistoning my ass with a vengeance! I don't think Danny ever especially liked me, but I guess this was his first chance to really show it. He kept shouting "Take it Bitch, you probably love it, but I hope you hate it! Your ass is ours now, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it!"

I saw Jim and Lenny look at each other in startled surprise. Walter just smirked and played with himself. He was Danny's best friend, so I guessed he knew how he felt toward me.

This time I knew I wasn't going to cum. There was simply too much pain. Plus, it was clear Danny didn't have a clue about the prostate, or if he did he clearly didn't care.

I guess he'd gotten worked up watching his brother pound and paddle my ass, because he didn't last more than two or three minutes, for which I was very grateful.

But then he said, "Gimme the paddle. I want to get his balls!"

I gave Lenny and Jim a pleading, panicked look, and thankfully Lenny said, "No. His balls have already been worked over by all of us. You've had your turn. Walter's next."

I was about to give a sigh of relief into the ball gag, when I remembered Walter's smirk and who his best friend was. I thought to myself, "Aw crud!"

Walter crawled up on the table with an eager grin on his face. "I'm not going to let you off as easy as Danny did."

Walter began by massaging my well paddled ass. At first it felt really good. But then he began to squeeze harder. Utterly helpless, with my legs tied back by my ears and my ass fully exposed, all I could do was moan into my gag as the tears ran down my face.

"Like that pussy boy?" Walter said with that big grin on his face.

"Fuck no!" I groaned into my gag.

"Tough titties! And speaking of titties..."

Walter slowly moved his hands from my ass to my nips, then pinched them hard. "Aw, cripes!' I groaned into my gag, "Can't you just fuck me and get it over with?"

No one could understand me, of course, but they did grin at my groaning. It was clear this was never going to develop into a tender loving relationship. Not that I wanted one with these guys. But geez!

Walter then moved his hands slowly down my torso, clearly enjoying the absolute command he had of my bound naked body. His hands moved slowly past my navel, descending toward my groin. With these guys in charge of me, I probably should have called it my groan.

As his hands reached my junk, he flicked the head of my rock hard dick several times. I found that both painful and arousing at the same time. Go figure. Then, inevitably, his hands moved to my balls. He gave them a 'playful' squeeze and my body went rigid with pain. I grunted. Walter grinned.

"Now it's time for the main event! You're open and well lubed with cum so I figure I don't have to take my time."

With that, Walter rammed his 6 inch cock home, going balls deep in a single instant. I may have been well lubed and open, but boy did that smart! Again, I groaned and Walter grinned. Unlike his friend Danny, Walter took his time. He began with long slow strokes.

"Squeeze tight pussy boy. You're full of cum and I want more feeling for my cock."

Well heck, why not? He was going nice and slow and my prostate was getting the full effect. I squeezed hard and both of us moaned as the sensations increased. Walter began to pick up the pace.

"Okay bitch, let's see who cums first and trust me, it better not be you!"

I was determined not to give the little shit that satisfaction. I had never liked Walter. He was a liar, a cheater and a backstabber. If anyone of these guys betrayed me and spread the word, it would be Walter. But they all knew that about him, and if he talked, it was a good bet the others would kick his ass, for ruining things.

Walter knew exactly where the prostate was. I was becoming more and more certain he was gay. I didn't want him to be gay. I was gay, and I didn't want to have that (or anything else) in common with Walter.

Any other time, Walter would probably have made me cum first. But I'd already had multiple orgasms. And then there was the pain in my nuts. Plus there was my determination. In the end, Walter couldn't make me cum at all. He was not pleased, which amused me no end. I didn't let that show however. At some point he was going to make me pay for showing him up. No sense in making it worse.

Once they had all had my ass, they decided it was time to give me an oral exam, so to speak. My ankles were untied, and to my great relief, my legs were lowered to the table.

Not that I was going to try to fight them, but I was so exhausted, and in so much pain, there was no way I could have resisted anything they wanted to do with me. But having me free to move wasn't any fun, as far as they were concerned.

They disconnected the ropes from my wrist restraints, and the harness around my waist, and pulled me forward, until my head hung over the edge of the pool table. Then they re-tied everything. My legs were once again spreadeagled. My arms were now outstretched in crucifix fashion.

I probably had slightly more flexibility, but any movement I made, would be pointless. I had no doubt it would be punished, as well.

As I was still on my back, my newly shaved pits and pubes were on full display. When my tormentors pointed out how well they showed, now that my legs were no longer over my head, I was completely humiliated. The only saving grace was, my dick was tapped out, and remained soft.

The ball gag was removed, and Lenny stepped up to claim my throat first. I had not been throat fucked in this position before. And while Lenny's 8 inchs of man meat slid down my throat more easily, I hated the position.

For one thing, I couldn't see anything but genitals and crotch. (Not a bad thing, but I would like to have seen more. They were all naked and great looking, after all!) For another, his balls kept slapping me in the face, as he fucked my throat.

Then there was the smell. I certainly don't mind man smell. But by this time, everyone was way over-ripe, and the distance between my nose and his balls was zero, when his cock was all the way down my throat--which was most of the time!

Lenny would pull back slowly, then ram that massive tube steak right back in to the hilt. He would keep it there until I started to panic from lack of air, then slowly pull back again. I knew he was showing off for the others, demonstrating his total control. But gee whiz!

And the truly bad part was, I knew the others would try to outdo Lenny and make things even worse for me. This was one of those times when I would have been perfectly content to be wrong.

I wasn't.

Jim was next, of course. He imitated Lenny's technique, but left his dick down my throat for longer and longer periods of time. Oddly, I reached a point where the panic subsided. I suspected his goal was to have me pass out. I decided I wouldn't mind that at this point. So I just focused on being completely relaxed.

I continued to swallow around the massive cock down my throat. But other than that, I was still and became completely at peace. I don't know why or how the panic at not being able to breathe subsided, but it did. Maybe it was the inevitibility of my situation. If he wanted me to pass out, I was going to pass out. there wasn't a darn thing I could do about it.

I think it was also the realization that I wasn't actually going to die. I was just going to lie there on the pool table naked, bound spreadeagled, with an 8 inch man tool down my throat, for the entertainment of four incredibly horny teenage guys. Good thing I'm gay! That might have been traumatic for a straight boy!

Jim was keeping Mr. Happy down my throat for progressively longer periods. And while he was getting a nice throat massage from my swallowing, he was becoming increasingly frustrated with my lack of panic and struggle.

I knew I'd probably pay for that later, but it felt like I'd taken back a tiny amount of control over my life, and I liked that! (Did I mention I have control issues?)

Lenny later told me that they realized I'd passed out, when I stopped swallowing around Jim's cock. I woke up to Jim slapping my face.

When he saw me come around he said, "Wake up cocksucker, you have a blow job to finish!"

After that, he mostly kept his dick in my mouth, and I made that worth his while by putting my tongue to work on that handsome hunk of man muscle. It took awhile to get him hard again. Lenny told me later, my passing out had scared the crap out of everyone.

Jim had gone soft after I passed out, but once he was hard, it didn't take long at all. The first shot went in my mouth, and I managed to swallow it. My head being upside down made the process a little weird. He pulled out of my mouth and shot the rest of his spunk on my face, then rubbed it in with his dick.

I think Danny was still a little freaked at my passing out. He just pounded my face for about five minutes and shot his load. It was more than I could handle upside down, and some of it came out of my nose. It was both disgusting and funny. Everyone laughed. Even me.

Walter made the mistake of announcing his intention to make me pass out again, and then shoot down my throat while I was out. At that point, Lenny had had enough.

"Walter, you're an asshole. Worse, you have no common sense. I'm not going to have you drowning my sex slave in your cum. I didn't invite you to this shindig, Danny did. I should have known he would, and forbidden it. If you ever want access to my slave again, I suggest you get out now, before you piss me off to the point where I pound your ass into hamburger."

During that little speech, Lenny had removed my mouth restraint, and untied my arms. Taking a cue from Lenny, Jim had untied my legs and Danny had released the ropes that held the harness around my waist. I was free, but way too sore and exhausted to move.

Walter then used his mouth to make the ultimate mistake.

He said, "Yeah, well maybe I put the word out on your little fag. Maybe I make sure everyone at school knows, and makes his life hell!"

I'd had enough. I was pretty darn sure Walter was gay, and a bigger closet case than me. Even if he wasn't, I needed to see him squirm.

"Oh come on Walter, you're a bigger homo than I am! You out me, I'll out you."

Lenny and Jim stared at Walter with appraising looks on their faces. Danny freaked.

"Walter's my best friend! I'd know if he was a homo!"

"I said, "Danny, you would be the last person to figure it out. First, Walter is very careful around you. Second, you are so hopelessly straight, it would never occur to you to question the little signs he gives off. I think it takes a homo to spot a homo."

I had no clue what Danny was, but I was pretty sure he was at least mostly straight. And I wanted to remove any defensiveness from his reaction to this. It worked.

Danny yelled, "Walter?!!"

After that, things happened fast. Lenny didn't want me outed, and made damn sure Walter wasn't going to be the one to do it, if it happened. Jim and Lenny grabbed Walter, while Danny stripped him naked.

Lenny gave him the choice of walking home naked, or starring in a porn video that would be kept locked up, as long as he was a very good boy.

Walter kept denying that he was gay, but when he was offered that choice, his dick got hard. I didn't know if that really meant anything, but I pointed it out.

Walter blushed crimson, and he kind of sagged in Lenny and Jim's arms. That sealed it. I was way too weak to get off the pool table, so I just lay there and watched the fun, as three masked teen studs took turns spit roasting Walter while the camera recorded the whole thing. And they had Walter begging for it, the whole time.

I have no idea to this day, if Walter was a natural bottom. But it didn't matter. He was going to be one for Danny and Jim, from that point on. I think, once they were all in college things sort of came to a natural end, but I didn't bother to keep up on the details.

The important thing, from my viewpoint, was I could now practice being a top on Walter. The other three found that really amusing. I found it really exciting. Walter didn't like it, but no one cared.

Lenny, of course continued to use me. But after that afternoon, when we all got together, Walter shared the workload, and I got to put loads into Walter, so things were a whole lot better from my perspective.

Lenny's dad found himself a girlfriend, so he only used me when when she was on the rag. I really didn't mind, when he did. I learned a whole bunch of great sex stuff from him. Plus he was really hot, for a daddy type.

Epilogue:

When my year of servitude to Lenny and his dad was over, I went on to college. I was a freshman and on my own. Neither my scum-bag father or pig stepfather was about to pay, so it's a good thing I got a full scholarship.

Lenny and his dad didn't just train me in sex. They trained me in self-discipline. And for the first time in my life someone checked my homework-every night!

I became much better organized, and this was the major reason my grades got better the last year of high school. Without Lenny and his dad there is no way I'd have received a scholarship.

My new level of sexual skill and confidence was amazing! In college, I was able to recruit my own submissive. He became my roommate and did the things for me that I did for Lenny and his dad. I would sometimes rent my property out for extra spending money. I'm pleased to say he really got off on this.

I got all the money. He didn't need it, and besides, he was my property. Property doesn't get paid. The money all goes to the owner, right? If he had been paid some of the money, he'd have been a whore and I would have been a pimp, and neither of us wanted that!

I was invited to his home to meet his parents over that first Thanksgiving. They knew of our relationship and were cool with it. They knew it made their son happy. Unlike most parents with a gay submissive son back then, that's all that mattered to them.

By the time I started college, I had figured out that I liked submitting to the right guy. Or guys. But I LOVED being the dominant. In four years, I never submitted to anyone at school.

But over that first Christmas my slave and I both went to visit-and submit to-Lenny and his dad. But the best part? My slave got his first experience as a top--his submissive was a very pissed off (and pissed on) Walter.