It was bad enough when Zeke turned me into his personal fuck-bitch, his cum-slut, coring out a cunt between my legs and then keeping it filled with daily infusions of his cum. It was a process that had taken months, but at the end I scarcely recognized myself. I’d been a studly, self-assured jock my first two years in college, but Zeke had turned me into a pathetic, groveling little cunt-boy, performing tasks on demand. What was even worse, he’d twisted my mind so much that I’d come to be sexually aroused by, to even crave, all the use he subjected me to.
But being forced to service Zeke’s younger brother, a boy three years younger than me, as his fuck-bitch was something I’d never even considered before. Having to allow some collegel senior order me to perform one task after another and then punish me when I didn’t perform it up to his expectations. Having to submit to having my clit caged and then being forced to go to my own younger brother, with Sammy’s dried cum splayed all over my face, and tell my brother to apologize to Sammy for being 'dick’ to him would be a public renunciation of any claim to manhood I had.
But what could I do? I was Zeke’s bitch now and even I knew that I had to do anything he told me to do. And he’d told me that his younger brother was in charge of me for the day and I was to do whatever Sammy told me to do. So, after Sammy had fucked my pussy for a couple of hours, just to make sure that I had a good supply of fresh cum leaking out of my twat, and then caged my clit, I headed over to my parents’ house to see my brother. All I was wearing was my cum-stained T-shirt, a thong that Sammy had given me, flip-flops, and a copious amount of Sammy’s dried cum on my face.
I was gratified that neither one of my parents were home to see me the way I looked and I headed straight to my brother’s bedroom. I wanted to get everything over as fast as I could. I knocked on his door and then walked into Bart’s bedroom. Bart was lying on his bed with his laptop open. He looked up at me and then did a quick double-take.
“What the happened to you, Will?” he exclaimed.
I didn’t want to get into that with my brother so I ignored his question. Instead, I just waded into the reason I was there. “Look, bro,” I told him, “you and your buds need to lay off Sammy Richards. You need…you need to apologize to him for being such ‘a dick’ to him.”
“What the are you talking about, bro,” Bart angrily replied. “And what the is that all over your face? Why are you dressed like some sort of slut-boy?”
“Look, Bart,” I continued, trying to avoid answering any of his questions, “I know you’ve been giving Sammy Richards a hard time. And I need you to stop it. Just do that for me, will you, bro?”
My response didn’t particularly mollify my brother. Instead, he pushed his laptop aside and got out of bed. He walked over to me, his eyes suddenly piercing. “Why are you interested in Sammy Richards, bro? Why do you give a rat’s ass about him? And what is that all over your face?”
Bart was standing right in front of me, staring at my face. Suddenly, I couldn’t avoid seeing the look of scorn in his eyes when he said, “It looks like…it looks like some dude’s dried cum. Is that what’s on your face, Will, some other dude’s dried cum?”
I was getting frantic now, terrified that Bart was going to force me to tell him everything. “Look, Bart,” I pleaded, “I don’t want to get into that. But I’m begging you, I’m begging you to lay off Sammy Richards. Just do that. Just do that for me. Please, bro. Please.”
Bart stood there with a confused look on his face. But then, his entire countenance noticeably hardened. He stuck his hand out and grabbed me around my neck. “Is that Sammy Richards’ cum all over your face, bro? Are you that little twerp’s bitch? Is that what you’re telling me, bro? You’re Sammy Richards’ little bitch?”
I don’t think I understood what true embarrassment was until that moment. It felt like my entire body was on fire as I heard the contempt in my younger brother’s voice as he asked me those questions. At that moment, I wished I had just accepted having my clit permanently caged. In that awful moment, all my defenses collapsed and sobbing uncontrollably, I told my brother the truth.
“Yeah…yeah, it’s Sammy Richards’ cum, but I’m not his bitch. I’m…I’m his older brother Zeke’s bitch. But Zeke left Sammy in charge of me today and Sammy was pissed about the way you were treating him, so he took it out on me. And he…he caged my cock and he’s going to keep it caged until you apologize to him for being a ‘dick.’”
“What do you mean,” my brother interrupted, “he caged your cock?”
“Sammy locked my cock in a cage,” I explained, “a metal cage that keeps it from becoming erect.”
I swear it looked as if Bart was smiling as he replied. “You gotta be kidding me. Let me see.”
I didn’t know what else to do, so I lowered my thong and showed my brother my caged dick.
The amusement was now clear on Bart’s face as he reached forward and grabbed my caged cock. “You let that little twerp lock your cock up in this, is that what you’re telling me, Will?”
“I had to, Bart,” I tried to explain. “Zeke had left him in charge. If I didn’t do what he said, Zeke would beat the crap out of me when he came home and then probably lock me in the cage himself. I had to let Sammy do it. And Sammy said he’s not going to take it off until you apologize – in front of all your friends – for the way you’ve been treating him.”
“Let me get this right, bro,” my brother said, his eyes once again flashing, “you expect me to apologize for treating that twerp – in front of all my friends – so that my older brother can get his cock uncaged. Is that what you’re telling me?”
“You’ve got to, Bart,” I replied. “You’ve got to. I’m begging you.”
“Beg away, boy,” he snapped. “Ain’t no way on God’s earth I’m about to apologize to that twerp. Certainly not so my brother can get his worthless cock uncaged. You know, growing up I thought you were quite the stud. But lately, I’ve begun to wonder about you. Now, now I understand. You’re no stud. You just bend over and spreads his legs just because the little twerp ordered him to do it. Get your ass on that bed and raise those legs of yours in the air. I’m not about to apologize, but what I am going to do is give his bitch a total all-out reaming that he’s never gonna forget. So get your ass on the bed, boy. NOW!”
“Bart,” I pleaded, “you don’t want to do this. You don’t want to fuck your own brother.”
“Boy,” Bart spit out, “you just get your ass on that bed or I’ll give you an ass-thrashing that’ll leave you sore and aching for a week and fuck you anyway. Do it now, boy. NOW, GODDAMMIT!!!”
What could I do? I was a pathetic bitch, just like my brother said. So I got up on the bed, spread my legs and let my brother fuck me. And, boy, did he ever fuck me. Bart fucked me harder than Zeke ever had. And it wasn’t just my pussy that was hurting by the time Bart finished with me. My poor clit hurt almost as much as my cunt. It had tried so hard to erect itself while Bart was coring me out, but the steel cage didn’t give an inch, and it hurt so much even when I started dribbling my cum out of the cage’s hole. My clit was still pressing hard against the cage’s confines when Bart finally pulled out of my twat.
“Get up and get dressed,” Bart ordered brusquely.
Considering how little I was allowed to wear, that didn’t take long. But just as I was prepared to go Bart said. “And tell that little twerp that the next time I see him I’m gonna fuck HIM.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, though my heart was sinking. I could only imagine what Sammy would do to me when I delivered that message.
“And one last thing, boy,” Bart said just as I reached the door. I stopped and turned around. “Be back here tomorrow at the same time. I’m horny all the time and you’re gonna be taking care of my cock every day, too. Every day, boy, from now on. Don’t be late.”
Even as I turned back to head out the door I could feel my poor clit trying to harden up in my cage. But I figured I’d better get used to that. From the look of things, it was going to be permanently caged from now on. But what could I do?
I could feel my cheeks flushing with embarrassment as my Daddy’s friend was gawking at my “performance.” Mr. Matt had just flown in, and Daddy told me I’d be serving the both of them during his stay for the week. Beyond making him feel welcomed in our little apartment, I was too also be his on call pussy and servant whenever he needed.
“Not only is he flexible, but he’s big too. I always thought you tops liked smaller, weaker, little guys Sean.”
“It is weaker Matt! No real macho man strips on command, and parades his ass off for another to fuck like some whore. It didn’t have muscles until I taught it, and forced it to make gains. You should have seen it before when it came crawling to me begging for me to take it in. Shit, let me tell you what, there is nothing like seeing some big beefy muscle cunt wrecking itself on your dick while it’s junk is locked away in steel never to be touched again. Aint that right baby girl?” SMACK!* SMACK!* SMACK!*
“YES Daddy!” Now all my checks were flushing red as I continued to bounce up and down on the couch thrusting my ass out. I could feel Mr. Matts hands begin to rub my heated ass.
“Fuck Sean, I don’t know. It’s just so weird. When you told me he’d be at my disposal whenever I needed to bust a nut, I just figured he’d be more feminine. Not some Schwarzenegger sized bitch. You know i’m not into this shit like you are.”
“Get a grip Matt.” I turned my head slightly to see Sir chuckling as he rolled his eyes as the gears were turning in Mr. Matts head. “First of all, just look at it as a warm sex toy and not a man. It’s no different than that damn pocket pussy you hid in our dorm room back in college. This one just comes with some extra features.” SMACK!*
“THANK YOU DADDY!”
“Like voice automation when you use it. You can turn it off with a gag if you don’t like it. Now stick your fingers in her cunt”
I braced myself to keep balance while arching my back more to show off my body and hole as I had been trained. There’s nothing more humiliating…yet as sexy…as the rough hands of a man as he grips your twat, and slowly shoves his middle finger up inside of you after giving you a few calloused strokes over your cunt.
“Feels like any other pussy you’ve fingered,…right?” I could just imagine the smirk probably forming across Daddy’s face as he egged Mr. Matt on.
“Well yeah I guess…”
“Bet it’s tighter too, right?” I could feel as Mr. Matt inserted a second digit into me, and began to prob inside my pussy.
“Heh, well yeah I guess it is pretty tight Sean. Compared to most the cis-girls I pick up from the bars”
“See there’s no problem then. You’ve got a tight 24/7 pussy to use as you see fit while I’m at work, and It’ll do whatever you want. Want food, she’ll fetch it. Need a beer, she’ll fetch it. Want her to stay out of your way, put her away in her cage in the closet. Need to bust a nut? Snap your fingers and point down for a blow job. OR snap and point with a twirl of your finger so it knows you want to slip into her pussy. She won’t say no, and be as rough with her as you want. it’s pretty durable. Just don’t damage my property.”
Mr. Matt couldn’t stop giggling at Daddy’s offer like a little school boy after hearing a fart joke. “You’re one fucked up guy Sean. I can’t imagine anyone putting up with you like this. I can’t lie though, all this is making my dick kinda hard. But it still feels so gay man.”
“Nothing gay about a man spilling his seed like nature intended us to do. Shit, you know I fuck women too, but they are hard to get into bed sometimes, and don’t even give good head usually. Least girls like these never say no, and know how to please a man. Go ahead and give her a whirl, while I go shower and get ready for our night out on the town. When you’re done, just tell her to go put herself away for the night. I’ll check to make sure she is secured before we head out.”
With all that said, I listened as Daddy began to walk away as Mr. Matt began to unzip his jeans with his free hand. He leaned in and whispered in a low gruff voice, “Better get that puss of yours ready. Between me and him, I’m the bigger guy…and I haven’t had any action in weeks…bitches kept saying it was too big and left me high and dry.”
It was all I could do to keep myself quiet as he began thrusting into me with nothing but a lob of spit to coat his cock.