Brandons Humiliation

"Oh come you gotta do better than that," said Jillian. "Really skull fuck her hard."

Brandon picked up the pace and started to ram the throat of the doll. There was a rhythmic fapping sound with his humping. He felt so humiliated doing this in front of them, especially Heather.

After about 5 minutes they told him to fuck the dolls pussy. He pulled his cock out of the mouth along with a string of precum from his cock. He laid the doll down on the floor at the feet of the two mistresses and climbed on top of it. He slowly pressed his cock into the rubber pussy. It was designed tighter than the mouth. He could feel the pressure on his cock, but not the rubbing. He embarrassingly began to fuck the doll with long deep thrusts. He couldn't help but realize this was the first time he actually got to fuck a pussy and it was with a doll.

"Don't forget to grab a boob and make out with her," Jillian instructed while giggling. "French her good."

Brandon squeezed one of the lifelike breasts with one hand. He looked at the dolls mouth covered in lots of his precum. He slowly pressed his tongue to the mouth where is cock just was. The ladies started laughing at him. He slowly started to French kiss the doll sucking out his own salty precum from its mouth. All while he continued to fuck.

They let him continue like this for about 10 minutes.

"Ok that's enough Brandon", said Jillian. "Now do her ass doggystyle."

Brandon slowly climbed off the doll all sweaty and knelt on the floor. He flipped the doll around and bent it over in front of him. He saw the dolls asshole was also very realistic. He pried his cock into the tight hole and began humping balls deep. Even the dolls ass cheeks felt realistic pressing against his abdomen.

"Show us how you'd like to fuck us doggystyle", Jillian commented with a smirk.

Brandon continued to pound his cock into the doll's ass. He glanced at Heather occasionally who was watching everything. He wished she weren't present to see him like this. Very embarrassing.

"Now say "I'm a pathetic doll fucking slave", Jillian commanded.

"I'm a pathetic doll fucking slave, mistress", Brandon repeated. He's already learned it's best to comply. Not worth the punishment. It's only words.

"Louder", Jillian screamed.

"I'M A PATHETIC DOLL FUCKING SLAVE, MISTRESS", Brandon screamed.

Jillian let out an audible laugh. Heather stood there quietly just watching Brandon being humiliated. She felt the need to chime in.

"Talk dirty to the doll", Heather said.

Brandon turned his head towards her confused.

"Oh, that should be fun", said Jillian. "Come on Brandon. Talk dirty."

Brandon had to think of what to say. "Um....Take it you dumb slut", he started.

The girls giggled in amusement.

"Take it like a whore in your ass", he added. "You've been a bad girl and deserve to have a hard cock pounding your asshole."

Both Jillian and Heather burst out in laughter. "Not bad Brandon," said Jillian.

They let him fuck the dolls ass for another 10 minutes or so.

"Ok that's enough ass for you Brandon", said Jillian. "Put the doll down and kneel in front of us"

Brandon complied. He knelt in front of the two ladies with his rock-hard cock pointing straight up. Glistening in precum and lube.

"Let's see what else we can make you fuck," Jillian said looking around the room. "Aha...hump the couch!"

Brandon shamefully crawled over to the couth and began humping the armrest.

"Wait wait... I have an even better idea," she yelled out in excitement. Jillian walked over to the bathroom door and pushed it open. "Hump the toilet bowl instead!"

Brandon's eyes widened at her command. "She can't be serious," he thought.

"Why are you so surprised Brandon?" Jillian asked. "I saw you pretty much fucking the toilet in your sleeping quarters this morning. I saw you on camera. Hehehe."

Brandon's face turned red. He had hoped no one would catch that act. Peeing like a dog into a toilet with a boner. He slowly crawled into the bathroom and lifted his leg up over the bowl.

"No not like that," Jillian said lifting the seat. "Kneel in front of the bowl and hump the rim."

Brandon complied laying his cock on the rim and moving his hips back and forth. His already lubed frenulum and shaft rubbed the top of the rim. He couldn't believe the things they are making him do. The only thing keeping him from protesting was knowing there would be an unpleasant punishment, in addition to what they will already be serving him, and the chance to get out of this place after the first week.

After about 5 minutes of humping the toilet rim, Jillian lowered the seat onto his cock. Now his cock was sandwiched between the seat and the rim. The rim of his head kept flicking the edge of the rim. A part of him wondered if this would actually feel good had his dick not been numb.

"You're going to hump the toilet until you get feeling back in your cock," said Jillian. "Let me know when that happens."

Brandon continued to humiliatingly hump the toilet while the two women had some snacks in the kitchen. It took another 25 minutes when he suddenly felt the heavenly sensation of his cock head griding against the toilet rim and seat. "I can feel it now Mistress Jillian," he said immediately.

"Ok then stop humping, let's move onto the next activity," Jillian said signaling to Heather to get some things. Heather went into the closet and grabbed a dildo with a strap on belt. "Does this look familiar?"

Brandon nodded his head as he looked at the dildo. It was the replica of his own cock. The same one that was used during his initiation. Heather immediately began strapping the dildo around her waist.

Brandon grew nervous wondering if they were going to fuck his ass with it. At this very moment he kind of wished his cock was smaller.

"Go kneel in front of Heather," Jillian commanded. "Get your face close to the cock."

Brandon crawled over and knelt there. His lips inches away from the dildo. It was extremely detailed with every nook and cranny of his actual cock. He was staring directly at the head with an indent for the pee hole. He had a true cock suckers view. He knew what he was going to be forced to do next.

"Now suck it like a whore," Jillian said grinning.

Fearing a shock to his nuts, he immediately wrapped his lips around the dildo. It had a lifelike texture and feel, but still tasted like rubber. He motioned his head rhythmically back and forth, gliding his tongue along the shaft.

"I don't hear enough sucking," Jillian yelled zapping his nuts.

"Mmmmpphh," Brandon yelped while slightly jumping from the shock. He immediately began making suction sounds along with the rhythm.

"That's more like it," Jillian said with a giggle.

He felt so humiliated as he knelt their sucking that realistic dildo for nearly 10 minutes. They made him kiss it, lick it, suck it, deep throat it. Heather smacked his face around with it. But the main question on his mind the whole time was "Is this going in my ass next?"

"Playtime's over," Jillian said looking at her watch. "Let's head down to the cafeteria." She turned to look at Brandon who had just taken his mouth off the cock. "There's a special group activity we do every Tuesday with you males," she said smirking.

Jillian's smirk made Brandon very nervous. He just realized how little control he has in his current situation. Being at the complete mercy of these cruel ladies at M.A.M.A. and not knowing what his fate is on a daily basis. Having to unwilling do whatever they want. How could a place like this exist? Does the government know about it? Is there a way to escape? Is it worth a shot? So many questions began filling Brandon's mind as they made their way down to the cafeteria.

When they arrived at the cafeteria no one was seated. The mistresses were all standing in the open area closer to the doorway where there were no tables. The males were told to stand in a circle, still sporting their massive Viagra induced erections. They stood their shoulder to shoulder, in total there were over two dozen of them. He looked around taking notice of a few familiar faces, Jason was opposite him, Jose was a few over to his left, and he saw Janice's male on the other side also. Then the Head Mistress entered the room and stood in the center of the circle.

"Ok is everybody ready?" she asked looking at the group of naked young men. Then she raised her voice almost annoyed at the silence. "I SAID IS EVERYBODY READY," she yelled.

The whole group responded at the same time. "Yes, Head Mistress."

"That's more like it. Now for those of you who just arrived this week," she said looking at Brandon, Jose and Jason, "The game is called "Circle Jerk". Let me explain what we are about to do."

Brandon took notice at the facial expressions of the other males. It was a combination of fear, disgust, and anxiety. They all knew what was about to happen, and he could tell it wasn't going to be fun.

"Look at the person to your left," commanded Head Mistress. "This is the person who is going to stroke your cock."

Brandon's eyes widened at what she just said.

"Look at the person to your right," she said again. "This is the person who's cock you will be stroking."

Brandon's heart rate began to rise. "They're going to make us jerk each other off?" he said to himself in shock.

"First person to ejaculate will be punished," she continued. "And the person who makes them ejaculate will be rewarded."

Brandon's mind began to race. Thinking of his experience in this facility thus far, he definitely doesn't want to be the one who gets punished.

A few of the wait staff males began to pour lube into everyone's right hand. It was a regular sex lubricate and from what Brandon could feel, but it was a warming lube. Clearly, they weren't going to make this easy.

"Ok, on the count of 3 everyone grab the cock to your right and start stroking," said Head Mistress.

Brandon was quickly trying to thick of things that don't arouse him. "Naked grandma butts... naked grandma butts...."

"One... Two.... Three.... Stroke stroke...."

Brandon hesitated to grab the huge black cock to his right. But the guy next to him immediately grabbed and began stroking his cock. He went right for the head, squeezing it hard as he slid his hand back and forth. Brandon, not wanting to fall behind cringed as he grabbed the other guy's cock and started stroking. The guy immediately began breathing heavy and his cock twitched in Brandon's hand.

Meanwhile, Brandon himself began to feel the amazing sensations of the hand job. Even though it was another male doing it to him, it still felt good to have your cock massaged with warming oil. He almost felt betrayed by his own body. His mind said no, but his cock said yes. He immediately tried to shift his focus onto the black cock in his hand and began to squeeze it harder and stroke it faster. About 10 seconds later....

"Ooooh....Ughhh....Hmmmm....Huh Huh....," the cock in his hand erupted like a geyser. It was quite a load. As if he hadn't cum in over a week. The hot thick cum spilled all over the floor in front of the young man. Brandon let go once he saw the first string eject out of his cock.

"STOP!" yelled Head Mistress. "We have a winner," she said walking over to Brandon. "And... unfortunately a loser who now has to be punished."

The young man fell to his knees and began to plead to the Head Mistress. "Please Head Mistress... Please. I couldn't help it. Please.... I'm so sorry..."

"Quiet Deonte," Head Mistress said harshly. "Clean up your mess," she said zapping his balls.

Deonte's body jolted to the shock urging him to lean forward and begin licking his fresh cum off the floor.

"Melissa, take him to the back room and get him ready," Head Mistress said to the mistress responsible for Deonte.

Mistress Melissa pulled him by the leash on his balls and dragged him out of the room as he continued his pleas for mercy.

Brandon felt bad that he was the one who made him ejaculate. But he was barely trying, and it happened so fast. Deonte must have been very desperate to cum. Plus, the load he shot was huge. Clearly it had built up inside his balls for a while.

"And now, everyone applaud this week's winner, Brandon," Head Mistress said as the group began clapping their hands. "You will get your reward at the end of the day."

Brandon couldn't help but wonder what the reward will be. "Anything with Heather. Please something with Heather," he began wishing in his head.

"OK, now everyone to your tables for lunch," Head Mistress commanded.

Everyone made their way to their tables, and lunch was served in the same format as usual. Suddenly the door opened from the room where they brought Deonte. He was strapped to a chair with all sorts of equipment attached to his body. Brandon immediately recognized the cock stimulator unit that they used on him during his initiation, but with some enhancements. In addition to the regular stimulators there was also a dildo aiming straight up from under the chair. Deonte had a fearful look on his face.

"I'd like to turn everyone's attention to our "Circle Jerk" loser Deonte here", Head Mistress said aloud. "Most of you are already familiar with this device. Let's get it started."

Without hesitation Melissa began flipping switches. First the dildo began to oscillate up and down at a steady medium pace. Deonte let out an audible grunt as his anus was suddenly penetrated. He continued to grunt and whimper with each thrust. Next the stimulation to his genitals kicked on sending his now flaccid penis into a full-on erection withing seconds. Deonte immediately began moaning and began desperately humping the air. The stimulator, like during the initiations, was keeping him on the brink of an intense orgasm as it was designed to do. After a prolonged period of time, he will become extremely sexually frustrated and willing to do anything for an orgasm. As for the dildo fucking his ass, every now and then it pulls out to relubricate, then reinserts itself. So, he gets a nice freshly penetrated feeling several times an hour.

"Great, seems like the punishment has properly commenced," said Head Mistress. "We will keep him like this till dinner time."

"Dinner time?" Brandon through to himself. "That's in like 6 hours. Oh man that's rough. The initiation was only 3 hours." The thought of having to endure that for twice as long was unbearable. Now he knows why everyone had such fearful faces right before the "Circle Jerk".

Poor Deonte's torment continued as everyone else finished their lunches. Jillian and Heather guided Brandon back to Punishment Room 13 to get ready for the second half of humiliation day. The three newcomers, Brandon, Jose, and Jason were to spend the afternoon with the Head Mistress again.

Along their way they were passing the restrooms.

"Mistresses, may I please use the restroom first," he politely asked.

"Sorry, not right now," Jillian responded. "You will be able to use the rest room once under the supervision of the Head Mistress."

Brandon just nodded in confusion. He'll just have to hold it.

The moment they arrived at Punishment Room 13, Heather went into the cabinet and took out a black leather suit of some sort. Brandon couldn't make anything of it. It had a lot of straps and buckles.

"Take your knee pads off," Heather instructed. "Then slip these on your feet," she said holding one part of the suit.

Brandon put his feet into the sleeves. The part that align with his knees were padded. Then Heather started tightening straps and buckles. His feet were bent back all the way to his butt and strapped so he couldn't unbend his legs.

"Now lay on your back," Heather said.

Brandon flipped onto his back, and she began to put on similar sleeves onto his arms. She bent his hands up towards his shoulders and began tightening straps and buckles again.

"Now turn back onto all fours," she said.

Brandon struggled a little but was able to roll back over onto all fours. He was now only able to stand on his knees and elbows. The elbows were padded same as the knees.

"Good little puppy," she said giggling.

Brandon just realized he was very helpless and vulnerable. He couldn't use his hands or feet. Only his mouth to grab things. Plus, his genitals were very difficult to protect in this position.

Heather continued to complete all the straps and buckles on the suit. There was a collar and other components attached to his torso to complete the puppy suit. Then he felt her remove the shocker from his balls. It felt good to have it removed, but suddenly she pulled on his penis and balls and attached them something larger. His man parts were very snug and he could feel his scrotum stretch tight around his testicles.

"Look at how cute your dick and balls look in the humbler," said Heather to Brandon while tickling his tight scrotum. "The shocker is built into it, but really isn't necessary to keep you in check. Afterall, you're not going anywhere without the use of your hands and feet. And your balls are an easy target if you disobey."

Brandon tensed up to the sensation. His ball sack was all of a sudden very sensitive. He's heard of humblers used to keep men from standing up. He never thought he'd be in one himself, especially not in an electro humbler. They managed to get his penis in the humbler too. It was pointing straight back below his trapped nuts. He felt unbelievably vulnerable right now.

Jillian went and grabbed a doggy hood from the cabinet and handed it to Heather. She slipped it over Brandon's head. The hood had doggy ears pointing up, and a doggy snout.

"Did they seriously just turn me into a dog," Brandon thought to himself.

"That's pretty much it except for the tail," Heather said. "Head Mistress likes to insert those herself. So the butt plug stays for now."

Brandon couldn't believe his predicament. The funny thing is he didn't even question what they were doing to him until it was too late.

"Let's see you walk around Brandon," said Jillian.

Brandon started moving around the room, walking on his knees and elbows. The two ladies found it very amusing and began laughing at him.

"I just love looking at their penis pathetically dangling around while they crawl," says Jillian giggling.

Heather nodded in delight. She likes to see that too.

"Ok, in a bit we will head over to the Head Mistresses office," Jillian began to explain. "Once we are there you are no longer allowed to speak words. Only barking. Do you understand Brandon?"

Brandon nodded. "Yes mistress"

"Otherwise, you will have to face some consequences", she continued. "Now let's get going. We don't want to keep her waiting."

They attached a leash to his humbler and began making their way out of the room and down the hall towards the Head Mistresses room. Brandon could see another person in a doggy suit crawling in front of him. They were passing another punishment room with its door open when they heard a male screaming.

"Oooo listen to this one scream," said Jillian. "I wonder what's happening here."

The two ladies stoped at the open doorway for a second to look inside. The males frantic screaming continued. Brandon couldn't help but look also. The mistress had the male strapped into a chair with his legs spread. His cock was fully erect, and his cock head appeared to have been covered in a white candle wax that had already hardened. She was using a lighter to re-melt the wax on his glans.

"AAAHHHH... PPPLLLEEEASSEEE... NOOOOOO.... I'M SORRY.... AAAAHHHH..."

"Hey Sarah," said Jillian interrupting her. "Why are you punishing him so soon? It's Humiliation Day"

Sarah stopped what she was doing and turned to the ladies in the doorway. "Oh, hey guys," she replied as the young man continued to whimper. "I know it's not punishment time, but this piece of shit still has an erection. The Viagra must have worn off by now like it did for everyone else. So, I'm giving his cock a little incentive to go flaccid."