Descent into Depravity Ch. 03

I felt Master's body begin to stiffen as the inevitable conclusion approached. I was utterly lost in the sensations and vibrations reverberating around my body as his control waned and the countdown to his orgasm had begun. His growl began as a low rumble in his throat finishing off as a clamour as his dick exploded deep inside me. I felt his warm, sticky cum spurting our and coating the lining of my ass, causing me to moan and falter. If his hands had not been wrapped around my waist, I would surely have dropped to the floor. As his cock finished jumping, he released his grip on my waist and began to withdraw.

Petey was laid beside me as my breathing began to return to normal, he took us under the arm and pulled us both under the warm spray. "Wash up," he ordered simply, "we have a big night tonight."

Petey smiled at me as we began to rise. He took the soap and turned to face me, moving in to touch and feel again with a huge smile on his face. He began to soap me as I bent to reach for bottle of liquid soap with the idea of obliging him as well. As soon as my trunk bent, he pushed me against the enclosure and was on his knees behind me, cleaning Master's cum out of my throbbing ass. He finished his meal, licked his lips then stood and let me soap him down, getting hotter and hotter.

After we'd finished and toweled dry, Master and the Stranger re-attached the chastity devices around our jumping cocks, cuffed our hands behind our backs, attached our collars around our necks. Then, each took a leash in hand and led us out into the maze of corridors that made up the ancillary areas of the whorehouse.

We were led to a tiny room, just big enough to admit the two if us. "Get in and face front," Master growled. We climbed in and he shut the door behind us. As we stood there, a curtain was drawn, and many people were arrayed in front, examining closely. I was through confused but followed my instructions and stood facing front.

"This lot comes as a pair!" I heard one of the auctiongoers say as he passed by. "Twice as much fun!" he leered.

The curtains closed, and we were led to an area where other slaves in restraints were waiting for whatever was going to happen to begin.

"What's going on?" I asked in a whisper.

"Shh," I was told. "It's about to start," I was informed as two burly men tucked their hands under the arms of one of the slaves and led him out.

"First up on the block is this extraordinary specimen," said an authoritarian voice. "We'll start the bidding at one hundred dollars. One hundred, do I hear one-fiddy? Two hundred! Can I get two fiddy? Two-twenty-five? Okay, two-twenty-five. Going once, going twice, sold for two-hundred-twenty-five dollars," he finished with flourish. There was a scattering of applause, and the men came to where we were and selected the next slave.

The auction cycle was repeated a few more times with the bidding ever increasing before Master and the Stranger came for Petey and I. They led us out to a stage where we were blinded by a spotlight as it fired up. We could see nothing of the crowd in the glare.

"And now, we have a pair of our new gems up for bidding! And, fantastic lay all around, you will not be dissatisfied. We'll open the bidding at seven-fiddy. Okay, we have seven-fiddy, do I hear eight hundred? Eight hundred, do I hear? Eight-fiddy! Going once, going twice... nine hundred. We have nine hundred, ladies and gentlemen. Nine fiddy in the back row! One thousand dollars! Do I hear one-thousand-fiddy? One-thousand-fiddy! Eleven hundred, do I hear eleven hundred? Yes, eleven hundred. Eleven-fiddy? Eleven-fiddy! Do I hear twelve hundred?" Eleven-fifty going once, going twice, sold to the gentleman in he back row.

We walked offstage and handed our leashes off, mine to Master, his to the Stranger. They led us to a door. One opened the door and bid both of us to enter and lounge on the large bed therein. They slipped the gas mask over my head to ensure peak performance at show time. "Your date will be here presently," said one of the men as he shut the portal. I sat down on the bed and wondered who had paid eleven-hundred-and-fifty dollars to spend roughly an hour and a half with me. I didn't have to wait long to find out.

The next time the door opened, a smiling, familiar face strode the room. "How are you doing this evening," asked Coach as he began to undress.

"Evening Coach," I answered jovially, "Doing just great now!" I enthused, remembering our last encounter. I started to quickly assemble the pieces in my head as he undressed. "He's just paid almost twelve hundred dollars to be with us! He must have really been impressed with the pair of us. We'd be sure to go one better now," I thought gleefully.

"Hello, Coach," Petey said in a sweet, soft, shy voice.

"And you have a friend!" smiled Coach as his eyes drank in Petey's form, "How delightful!" he mused.

When he was stripped down to his boxers, he looked at us and smiled. "On your knees in front of me, boys," he uttered softly. There was no need to ask us twice as we hastened to slide off the bed and assume the position in front of him. I smiled up at him as he placed one hand on my shoulder and the other on Petey and grinned down on us. "You know what to do," was all he said in the same melted chocolate voice.

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and drew them over his muscular hips, exposing his exquisite prong in the meantime. Dropping the fabric to the floor, I looked up at him again. His response was to maintain his smile and press on the back of my head, urging my watering mouth toward his luscious cock. I extended my tongue to taste his sumptuous prong as he urged Petey's mouth forward to meet mine around his breathtaking shaft. Our tongues me tan intertwined in endless pattern round his dick.

"Oh, yeah. That's it!" he groaned. "That's a beautiful sight!" He cradled our heads in his hands as we unleashed our special talents on him. I slipped my lips over the head of his admirable prong and nibbled gently soaking down the head of his prong with my saliva. Petey dropped down to suck and slurp his heavy balls while I slid his prong down my throat until my chin rested just above Petey's face. He groaned as he began to rock his hips back and forth, driving his cock in and out of my wet and willing mouth and down my enthralled throat.

He grunted and moaned as he fucked my mouth with his iron hard rod. "Oh yeah!! You must really love this," he groaned as he held my head and smiled down on what I was doing. I smiled as I worked, knowing he was enjoying what I was doing.

We got him so hot and excited that he pulled my mouth off his dick and grabbed Petey's slight form, throwing him face down into the blankets. He then leapt up with the agility of a gymnast and leapt toward his rising ass and plunged in. He met all the resistance that a white-hot knife meets while cleaving butter.

"Get in front of him with your cock pumping his throat," Coach growled, looked at me wildly in his fully aroused state.

I instantly obeyed Coach's command and again felt Petey's hot mouth on my prick, his head bobbing up and down in sheer delight. My hands fell easily about his head and shoulders as he experienced the exhilaration of being spit roasted between us with Coach gripping his hips like a fiend while pounding in and out. I was on my knees as commanded with my hand on his head bouncing his mouth up and down on my own, living version of a Steely Dan.

I watched Coach hammering into his prone victim, drawing his immense reserves of control to keep from spraying cum prematurely. Perspiration beaded and ran all over his body as he reached the point of no return. I could visibly watch Coach lose his dominion over it as the seconds wound away. The muscles in his arms were bulging, his eyes were closed, and his teeth clenched tightly in an attempt to stave off the inevitable.

Suddenly, Coach opened his throat and began to loudly caterwaul as he wound down to the ends of his reserves. His body tensed and quivered for a moment before he detonated and splooged into Petey's sensitive ass. As my glazed eyes beheld this wonderous sight, I felt that familiar tickle deep inside that told me my own orgasm was on the way and would be here soon.

Petey opened his mouth without dropping my dick and exhaled the joyous sound of a man about to be admitted to Nirvana. Coach pushed in deep and held as his nuts emptied into the boi's sweet, little ass. Petey lay below moaning, squealing and intensively breathing as he gratefully accepted what coach was injecting into him.

When both were temporarily spent, Coach looked up at me with lust in his eyes. "Eat that cream out of his ass now, boi!" he ordered as his chest heaved up and down after his last exertion. I wasted no time as I scrambled to stand on the floor behind my lover, bent at the waist, spread his ass cheeks and witnessed cum bubbling out of his gaping asshole. Without a thought, I dipped my tongue into the stream and sampled some of the ambrosia as it was being served up to me. It was enthralled again as I bent further and got closer to truly enjoy what I was doing.

Meanwhile, Coach had crept behind me and admired my patooti as it bounced up and down in front of him. He smiled as he peeled apart my butt cheeks apart like a grilled cheese sandwich to reveal my own gaping asshole. Grinning, he stroked his cock for a moment before beginning to feed it into my ass. It was my turn to exhale a forced breath as he seized my little butt and easily slid home deep inside, pinning me with my face pressed into Petey's sweet crack with his beautiful cock ramming into my sensitive ass and leering lustily.

"Oh, that's it. You like that boi? Huh? You like that, don't you?" he taunted.

"Y-yes, S-sir!" I panted as the shockwaves criss-crossed by body, forming and breaking patterns.

I was being rocked violently back and forth on Coach's cock as he enjoyed the sights and sounds of me rimming and cleaning Petey's sweet hole. He gripped my ass tighter and fucked me harder, cooing and moaning in pleasure as he moved.

I heard Petey before me squealing and whimpering as I rimmed him and noted the immense drops of precum forming in the slit at the end of his prong. My own moans and groans mixed with his sounds as Coach continued to pound my tenderized rent-a-pussy into oblivion.

His breathing rasped and panted in and out as the sweat fell from his forehead like rain and landed on my quaking ass before rolling off my legs onto the sheets. He was going all out this weekend. He must've been extra horny.

I couldn't help it as I felt the familiar sensation in my prick. I was at full erection when the tip exploded cum all over the sheets again. I moaned as my cock spasmed and spit semen as he shifted his grip and continued to pound me. I had lost all contact with reality and was in bliss wit ha delicious sperm sandwich in front of my and one of my favorite johns unrelentingly pummeling my hot, gaping hole from behind. I was in my element, here. That of a slut getting his hot ass fucked for his pimp. Cleaning his cum out of my partner's hole was just an added bonus.

Coach maintained his blistering tempo as he gazed down on the scene and action before him. Until his time was up. When he finally withdrew, he was breathing heavily. I fell over on the bed, panting for breath.

He began to collet his clothes together and get dressed again. He searched through and found what he needed, when he needed it.

He looked back on the bed at the two of us lying there in various states of disrepair and smiled. "Thank you for a heavenly time, bois. We'll do this again," he mentioned as he walked out the door.

Master and the Stranger walked in next, and we weakly handed them our leashes, mine to Master, Petey to the stranger. They led us back to the Hall of Many Doors to be viewed again before we were auctioned off to another bid war winner.

Master opened one of the doors and both Petey and I climbed in. We were being auctioned as a set, at least for the time being. We stood near the front as the partition rose and once again, we saw the leering, drooling faces of the bidders. To these people, we showed our bodies and tried our best to entice. I'd stroke Petey or he'd go down on me and give my prong a few licks to juice the later bidding.

The partition dropped and the door opened again. We were taken back into the curtained staging area to wait our turn at being sold again. There were now many other slaves here as the auction shifted into high gear.

Others were selected and brought onstage one by one and in pairs. The staging area was emptying when we were selected and brought up to the stage.

The auctioneer once again started up his spiel to get the best price for the merchandise he could. "This pair of sluts is being offered as a pair. They're a premium pair, so we'll start the bidding at eight-hundred dollars. Do I have eight-fiddy? Eight-fiddy, nine! Nine-fiddy, one thousand, eleven-hundred, eleven-fiddy. Eleven-fiddy, eleven-seventy-five. Eleven seventy-five going once. Twelve hundred. Twelve hundred, going once, going twice. Sold for twelve hundred dollars," and rapped his gavel.

We were taken off the stage and taken to a bedroom. We were arranged on our knees on the floor by the bed like bookends when he entered the room. He took one look at Petey and his eyes beginning to sparkle and glaze as he undressed. "Well, hello there," he purred seductively as he removed his clothing. "Would you look at you!" Petey looked down toward the floor and I could have sworn I saw this brazen little slut blush!

As our clint began to advance and closed the distance between himself and Petey, he reached down and took smaller man's chin between his fingers and tipped his head up. "I like you," he purred lustily as he pressed his lips to Petey's already wet lips. "Oh, I really like you!" he smiled as they surfaced for air.

"Thank you, Sir," replied Petey with a shy note ringing in his voice. I noted the rising note of excitement on his breath as the client kissed and caressed him. The Client urged Petey's to mid bed and on the floor. The smaller man's hand lifted as though with a mind of its own. Out of the corner of my eye I watched his fingers curl around the magnificent phallus possessed by our new friend.

Pressed forward and planted his dick into Petey's open mouth and down his wanting throat. Petey gagged and struggled slightly as the huge prong was slowly rocked back and forth and pushed further and further down Petey's lovely throat. He plunged in and out until his heavy balls rested on the bottom boi's smooth chin.

He then looked at me with his eyes on fire. "Up on the bed, slut. Across it with your ass facing me," he smiled.

"Yes, sir," I breathed as I submissively complied with his command. I climbed up and lay across the bed on the spot he had mentioned. He grabbed my heels and hauled me bodily across the bed while folding my legs over my head, laying bare my entire package before him and his ravenous mouth. A satisfied sound ground from his throat as he moved the final inches.

He slurped at my hot, open hole as I moaned and squealed while Petey continues to have his mouth and throat plumbed below. He was moaning and groaning on his knees on the floor as his lover's cock allowed, I was on my back with the Client's tongue shoved deep in my ass, leaving me to moan and dance for him.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me even closer before easing my excited and dancing prong between my lips looking up into my smouldering eyes perched between my knees. Grinning wickedly, he vacuumed my entire cock into his mouth and down his throat, bobbing and slurping as he slathered my cock head with his tongue, making me delirious with pleasure.

My hands fell to his head to ride up and down as he kept my flexible legs over my head with his powerful hands while continuing to pound Petey's throat with his admirable manhood. The three of us were in bliss in our own private world, a secret bubble.

Suddenly, he pulled off my cock and grabbed it in his hand and began to jerk me heartily. As his hand moved, my breathing became more and more ragged. All the rimming and teasing I had endured during the course of the evening had made me white hot and randy. I was just looking for an excuse to explode.

"Oh, Honey!" he beamed as he glanced down at Petey's smoothly bobbing head. "I thought so! You give excellent head!" he thrilled as he tucked the head of my prong back into his steaming mouth and continued some excellence of his own.

I was struggling and whimpering by the time he pulled off, lost in a world of sensation created by his incredible mouth and amazing tongue. He edged me until I was so close several times. I was moaning and squealing like the slut I was, but each time he successfully relieved the pressure and denied me, driving the tension in my body higher and higher. I was tighter than an overwound clock spring when he denied me for the final time, pulled off and left me incredibly frustrated..

The Client unlocked our bodies from one another us all and heaved Petey up onto the bed with me. "I want the two of you to sixty-nine," he demanded. "No, no," he corrected us as we began to move, "with Petey on top," he smiled.

I lay back on the bed while Petey mounted and climbed over top of me. I put my hands on his hips to steady and position him before sucking his pretty prong past my lips and through my mouth to gently brush the back of my throat. In the past, I would have been horrified by the predicament I now found myself in. Now, I reveled in it.

I felt Petey's warm, soft lips as he slipped them over the head of my prong. My body completely animated in the sensations. A warm wave emanating from my cock and balls quickly radiate out through my entire being as I squeezed my eyes shut and enjoyed another of my lover's incredible blow jobs. The pleasure was excruciating as I jumped and fretted under Petey attentions as he began to apply his lips and mouth to my prong once again with the Client eyeing our every move and getting harder by the second.

Oh, now that's hot!" squealed the Client as I felt him clamber up on the bed and take up a position astern of Petey. I realized with a thrill what the Client was about to do, and that I would have a ringside seat to the proceedings. In my excitement, I pressed down hard on Petey's ass, burying his prong deep in my wet throat.

On opening my eyes, I witnessed him with his dick in his hand inserting it into Petey's sweet little ass. A shiver ran down my spine as I watched my own personal porno unfolding before me. Petey quivered over top of me as the Client's cock head touched down on his sensitive skin. He began to rock his hips back and forth, plunging deliciously deeper inside Petey's hot ass.

I felt Petey's cock slide out of my mouth and opened my eyes to see the Client sliding him forward and down my body. He now knelt almost over my face and dangled the head of his dong just inches from my lips and moving downwards. I could see his eyes above gazing down expectantly as he pressed against my lips and slipped between them. I parted my jaws and accepted his phallus as he began to drive toward the back of my throat

The Client proceeded to plunge his cock in and out of my mouth and throat like a piston in a shaft as Petey continued lavishing his special brand of lust on my jumping and twitching cock. The heat and moisture of his mouth coupled with his exquisite technique were whipping the flames of my lust into a firestorm. I began to squirm and buck as the sensations overtook over my body from two directions simultaneously, storming and conquering me almost instantly.

Our friend groaned as he fucked my mouth and pawed Petey's cute ass in front of my eyes. I watched him smile as he removed his prong from my lips and pull Petey's hips back into position over my face. Petey was quick to press his own prick between my lips for me to continue what I'd started. Again, I laid witness to the Client pushing his prong back up Petey's gaped and inviting ass and start his prong pressing in and out, starting the shockwaves in his body anew.