Peter Goes Gay Sub for Daddy Ch. 04

Part 4 Little Petey Pulls a Brunch Train

My erstwhile Doms left me hanging in their basement playroom, after being brutally, shocked, fucked, flogged, and fucked again. It was a rough night. When they first left me hanging from a rope, a dildo up my ass and attached to the wall, mouth gagged, arms tied behind me, and blindfolded, I felt mostly exhausted from the effort.

I tried to sleep in this precarious position, but when I'd nod off, I'd start to choke. I pushed myself deep onto the dildo in my ass to steady myself, so I as not to shift around on the wobbly bondage boots. This made it easier keep from sleep-choking. Being left like this, as always, put me in a strange quandary, feeling both degraded and aroused. Again, it played on conquering my fears.

I had abandonment issues, which likely contributed to an underdeveloped sexuality. My dad left when I was two, and I never really knew him. My mother remained unmarried, and a parade of "uncles," "friends" and variously described men came in and out of my mother's life. Most just ignored me, some treated me well, but then would leave, and others were just assholes to me.

My mother tried, but she didn't have the wherewithal. I was raised basically hiding alone in my room, playing video games or watching tv with headphones on to ignore what was happening in the next room. The more dominant men that came to see my mother scared me most. One yelled at me to go back in my room, and threatened me, when I was getting something from the fridge. After that, my mom would warn me when she would have company, and I stayed in my room out of the way.

Hanging in the basement, left to suffer by my johns, was a worst-case scenario of sorts, but I was sure that in the morning, they would be excited to use me again, and that reassured me. I loved both that they were so hot for me and yet so cruel and aloof. Again, it gave me a weird sense of power. Though I was now owned sexual property, it freed me from fears of inadequacy. I could finally fulfill my sexual partners' desires, which I could never do as a man.

As a straight man, I had been overwhelmed and stress out. Frankly, I didn't have the equipment or the temperament to satisfy a woman. I am much more comfortable now receiving sexual attention than trying to provide it. My teeny penis was always a liability that shamed me, but now it was an asset I was proud of. My Doms enjoyed flicking and twisting my little cage and found my tiny dicklet amusing and unthreatening.

Sometime in the small hours (maybe 2am), I awoke choking. I couldn't get back to sleep anyway and—feeling the dildo deep up my ass—I slowly began to slither it in and out. I was replaying snippets of the night in my mind, as I felt the pressure of the dildo penetrate me deep. I purposely choked myself pulling my ass cheeks apart to give myself completely to the rubber cock. The great thing about a big dildo on a long stick is that you can get it really deep up there.

I went well past the junction of the (I'd say) ten-inch dildo and the stick. I could feel it reach beyond where any of the cocks had gotten. I was moaning loudly into my soft fat gag, my eyes closed, almost passing out and so close to cumming. I must have been doing this about ten minutes, when, suddenly, I felt a hand on my mid back, I stopped stock still in shock, my sexual revery disturbed.

They must have had a monitor or camera. It was Herb; he pulled me off the rubber cock pushing forward, choking me. He slowly replaced the rubber dildo with his big fat cock and let me go to work on it. I was so close; it only took a few strokes before I was begging him to let me cum. He grunted his permission fucking me hard and fast, when I was shuddering too much to do it.

He built up a huge head of steam. He was fucking me off the ground, and I was slipping around on the boots, alternately choked and tossed in the air. He came roaring like a lion holding me up. He pulled right out and came around to my mouth. I had to bring my arms way way up behind me to bend low enough to get his cock in my mouth. But the effort made it feel special.

As he popped his beautiful still stiff, but deflating, cock in my mouth, it occurred to me that Will's cum had been trapped in my hole and was now mixed in with Herb's fresh offering, as he fed me his slimy member. That thought made me feel so nasty; I thanked Daddy, for turning me into such nasty fuck-slut. I had gone my whole adult life without anyone having sexual interest in me; now suddenly I had enflamed these alpha men to lurid acts with me. And, I owed it all to my Daddy.

Herb cut me down from my predicament and gently carried me upstairs to a hot bath, ibuprofen PM, and a nice comfy queen-size bed, where I slept soundly until almost noon, when Will knocked on my door and came in with brunch on a tray. He let me sit up, then set the tray on its legs over my lap.

"G'morning, little sleepy slut, Petey. Compliments of the chef!" He said, kissing my forehead and spreading a napkin over my chest.

"Eat, honey; then, when you are ready, come downstairs; we have some friends dying to meet our pretty little whore!"

Having had only piss and cum for dinner the night before. I was starving. The brunch, however, was very light fare. Coffee, a boiled egg, oatmeal and fruit salad. I devoured it in an instant and took the coffee with me into the bath. Despite the residual aches and soreness, I was excited to meet Herb and Will's friends. I couldn't believe this was my new normal. My libido was making up for lost time. Despite how hard they had fucked and abused me, I was insatiable and ready for more!

I wondered just how many friends were downstairs waiting to pounce on me and feed me their cocks. In the large bathroom, with the claw-foot tub and Victorian-inspired fixtures, I saw my naked body in the full-length mirror. I traced the markings from the night before: the stripes on my chest, the welts and bruises. I turned around by the giant mirror and pointed my booty at it. I poked at the bruises and felt the pain left behind, but smiled, thinking of Will and then Herb fucking me, while I hung there helpless. I felt and saw the ligature marks on my throat.

The evidence reassured me; it had not been a dream. I had been fucked, shocked, and beaten by two real men, and I had loved every minute of it. And wanted to hurry down for more. An enema kit had been conspicuously placed on the sink counter. I cleaned myself out well and showered, feeling both the soreness and anticipation in my hole, despite the workout from the night before.

When I came out, much revived by sleep, a meal, and a hot shower, I found a new lingerie set laid on the bed. It was panties, like mine, but pink lace with larger front that covered my mound. A very sheer bra of the same lace that covered my chest but highlighted my big nipples. Over this, I put on a red silk robe also left folded on the bed. Pink stockings covered my legs to mid-thigh, with lacey cuffs matching the underwear and a pair of white pumps with pink bows in the front. Luckily the shoes had a chunky low heel, so I could walk in them.

I walked down the formal semi-spiral staircase and followed the party noises to the parlor, where six men were drinking mimosas and reveling. As I walked through the arched doorway, everything stopped, like when the judge enters a courtroom. The whole room seemed to breathe in at once and take me in.

I felt like the ugly duckling finally transformed into a beautiful swan. I basked in their leers and lewd stares. I smiled broadly and had to contain a giggle. Herb came over to me with a mimosa and his beguiling smile.

"Come, my dear... let me introduce you to the gang." He said the last word with an emphatic intonation not lost on anyone.

He handed me the drink with one hand and took my left with the other, chivalrously. I walked proudly and confidently. It felt so amazing to be the focus of all this attention.

"Gentlemen... this is sweet little Petey, our gangbang whore for the day."

The sound of that gave my little clitty a thrill. I did a slight curtsey for them, opening my kimono, showing my pretty lacy panties with the bulge of my caged clitty in its pouch. I had seen quite a few gay gangbang videos recently. From the moment I heard the phrase "friends dying to meet you," I had begun to visualize this moment. But I didn't expect to be introduced so directly. I looked around trying to take it all in.

The men were arranged in two groups of three, with Herb having left two men by the little bar to bring my drink, and Will with two guests on the settee. They all had on robes, but only Will and Herb's were the rich brocaded kind. The others had short terrycloth robes with nothing underneath.

Will, did a little head bow to my curtsey and introduced me to the two men beside him. Rob and Fred. Rob was average height and weight, maybe in his late thirties. His features leaned toward ginger, but subtly. His curly hair was reddish brown, cut to look intentionally wild and androgynous, his skin was fair, but not as white as a true ginger. Fred, his companion, was much more in line with our hosts in shape and size.

I could tell he was the "Daddy" in their relationship. He was tall, like Herb, though not quite as built, with a Mediterranean look: dark black hair and olive skin. He looked not quite fifty, but fit and trim. I reached my hand out to him; he pulled me in, took a healthy squeeze of my sore bottom, and drove his muscular tongue down my throat roughly.

"Please to meet you too, Fred!" I thought, but only moaned in reply.

Herb brought the other men over: Owen and Carter. Both average height, Owen was a little rounder. Carter was thin and wiry; both looked thirty something; they were not a couple, but seemed to know each other well. As Fred released me, and I barely finished shaking Rob's hand to turn toward them, Owen introduced himself by reaching into my kimono, finding my cage and fondling its lacy pouch, then clutching my tiny testicles firmly.

I sensed Owen and Fred were establishing the tone for the afternoon. They let me know they were interested in one thing from me and needed to know no more. All the men suddenly huddled around me, poking and prodding from every direction at once, and leaving me lost in a sub-space fantasy. They were being jocular, not particularly rough, but pain from the bruising and marking the night before was reignited.

After this initial feeding frenzy, Herb and Will managed to shepherd the men away to give me some space before the marauding. Herb distracted everyone with a new round of drinks and drew three of the men with him back to the bar. Will tugged me firmly toward him and Fred.

He pulled my hair back roughly and kissed me deeply, at first quite tenderly, but soon grew rougher, more insistent and inflamed, as Fred, on my left, roughly squeezed my sore ass, then leaned in to get in on the kiss. Will held him off for a bit, but eased off and let Fred get in on a three-way kiss. I had never experienced anything like it. We were all in each other's mouths at the same time, yet I imagined it was all about me; they were kissing me.

I was wholly enthralled with being the main attraction. I had no experience with this feeling, particularly, in a sexual context. These men looked at me aroused by the prospect of using me sexually. No one ever looked at me like that before Daddy. Marsha was the only one who showed her attraction, and it mostly involved emotional anguish. She must have recognized my vulnerability and that she derive pleasure from it.

I went along with this because it was better than nothing. Her approach wasn't far off. The difference is, now I felt "in on it." She offered me a marriage contract and broke it. Noah made me agree to submit to him; and I willingly accepted. More importantly, he seemed genuinely passionate about sex with me, as did these other men. He wasn't using it to manipulate me into an emotional trap. Also with her, my primary sexual organ remained my tiny inadequate penis. I was so much happier with my asshole being my dominant sexual organ and so glad Daddy had converted me.

Fred broke off our tripartite kiss—that is, he broke me off, continuing to kiss Will—while pushing urgently down on my shoulders until I was on my knees between them. I didn't need to be told to place my hands behind my back and look up at my betters for further instruction. They were still passionately kissing and didn't look down at me, but Will inched his brocaded robe aside, so I could see his long hardening cock hanging there, and nudged me.

I leaned in with my chin toward it, but as soon as my tongue lapped at his little peehole, I felt the strong smack against my cheek. I looked up to see Will's face glaring down at me; he was doing his best to make a snarling face at me, but couldn't suppress a smile, showing his amorous feelings. His face looked in partial ecstasy already, when he commanded:

"Ask politely, whore!"

"Yes! Will, Sir, please may I suck your beautiful cock."

He smacked my other cheek, while beaming a smile at me, then plunged his cock balls-deep down my throat. I immediately lost myself once more to the feeling of a cock down my throat, but I could still hear Fred snickering loudly, as I gave myself entirely to Will's cock. However, Will's moaning and grunting finally stopped Fred's laughter and they returned to their kiss.

I drifted off happily to sub-land and relished the feeling of the big cock in my throat and the promise of more to come. Will had just established a rhythm I was getting into, when Fred pulled me off him by the hair and turned me in his direction. I knew to be looking up, so I saw as he scrunched up his face to work up a wad of saliva. I opened my mouth wide to accept it, but he held me tight by the hair. The spit landed on the bridge of my nose and oozed there toward my cheeks.

He was trying to work up to another attempt, when Will, who saw what happened, leaned in and spat his own wad into my mouth. I knew not to swallow, then Fred managed to dribble some of his spit in my mouth too, and then plunged his fat meaty cock into my mouth. He was not too long, maybe seven inches, or so, but fatter than even Noah.

I was once thanked Daddy for that jaw stretcher. I could just manage this fat cock, though I could not get him down my throat. As soon as his massive head got to the opening, it would seal it off. Because I couldn't deep-throat him, I tried to make it up with my tongue. He showed his appreciation with deep guttural grunts and some hard but friendly slaps, copying Will, as I looked up at him deferentially, with my mouth full of his cock and joyful tears in my eyes.

I was again deeply enjoying my situation with Fred. His chortling had ceased and now his moans filled me with pride, and I was savoring the love-slaps he gave me as he called me a "sweet little cocksucker." Owen and Herb returned from the bar and would intrude on my moment with Fred. Herb pulled me off Fred, but turned me in Owen's direction.

Owen had a big red bulbous cock that was severely misshapen. I'd guess about ten inches long, if straightened out. It took a sharp zig to the left in the middle and a zag up and to the right at the end. He was uncircumcised and deep veins pulsed on it all the way to foreskin. As he guided it into my mouth, I thought about what its eccentric shape would do to my asshole.

I have a ringed buttplug and can feel each bump going in, giving my hole a little thrill each time. I wondered how this big bent cock would feel, as I swallowed it whole accommodating the crooked beast in my mouth somehow. I got a few minutes with this fascinating cock, before Herb insisted on his turn. After this, it became a free-for-all. I was jerking two cocks while sucking one and moving on to another as soon as I was pulled in that direction.

Carter, who had an average cock, and Will whose long cock was thinner, managed to both get in my mouth at the same time. I savored the feat and the rest of the guys hooted. Meantime, Herb had begun exploring my ass. He made me lean over and get up on my haunches, continuing to suck cock, while he dabbed some lube and began to open my hole for public use.

I was in subslut heaven. All this attention from every direction, my mouth constantly full of cock and now my hole massaged open. For reasons I can't quite explain, I tried to practice self-control and keep from cumming. Not that any of them would care if the slut had preemie. But, as usual, I found myself a dilemma of desires. To cum from what they were doing, would show what nasty horny slut I am. It would please them, and they would humiliate and excited me.

"Look! The nasty slut came just from sucking cock and getting its ass stretched! HA HA HA!" they'd say. I totally wanted to be that slut, but I also wanted more selfishly to build up to something bigger. With all these cocks focused on me, if I could hold out, it would be earth-shattering. I was lost in this indecision for a few minutes, when suddenly everything stopped altogether, and I had to rouse myself from the enchantment of my sub-space.

Suddenly, Herb was carrying me on his chest my legs around his massive ribs and my arms clinging to his thick neck. We went through the kitchen and, as expected, downstairs to the playroom. Now, I regretted not pushing myself to cum when I had the chance.

Once downstairs, everyone stripped off their robes, and I saw sea manly flesh and cocks that had already been inside me and would be again in both holes, hopefully soon.

They placed me in the middle of the room. I had a good idea what came next. The men made a more-or-less organized semi-circle in front of me, each about two feet away. I got on my knees, automatically and placed my hands behind me. Then Will, who seemed to have bonded most with me, reached in closer. He gently lifted my chin up toward him.

"Aww, pretty Petey, you are such perfect little sub whore, aren't you?" He kissed me lightly and smiled proudly.

"Thank you, Will, Sir. I want to be a perfect sub whore for you; happy to please you, Sir!"

I felt particularly attached to Will. I appreciated his affectionate demeanor and his calm patient manner.

He lifted my chin up again and pantomimed opening his mouth. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and looked up, my eyes tearing up, but happy. When his piss began to fill my mouth, I had hoped to swallow it all to show him special subservience, but there was just too much, and then the rest soon joined in, and I tried to catch as much as I could, leaning back to get to the on my sides, but much of it soaked into my new lacy bra and panties. The little pouch with my cage filled up and filtered the piss onto the floor beneath me.

The men enjoyed themselves, whooping it up, spraying piss all over me, and shouting crude vulgarities and humiliating phrases at me. "What a "nasty piss-guzzling whore." ...

I couldn't deny it, so I accepted it and kept guzzling. When they were done, I thanked them for their piss and humiliation. Owen came over, pushed my head down to the pissy floor, and made me slurp it up. This whole scene seemed so demeaning and debasing. I felt just like the nasty whore I wanted to be for Daddy. I hoped they would report how nasty I had been in his service.

"Yeah, make the piss-whore clean up her fucking mess!" Fred cackled.

I did note the pronoun, but was in no position to correct. Will handed me a hand towel and an oversized wine class. I wiped up the piss and wrung out the towel into the wine glass.

"Swig! Swig! Swig!" They all whooped, when the glass was full.

I smiled broadly at them and gulped down the piss as fast I could, as they encouraged and teased me. When they finished making me swallow their piss, Herb pulled the hose from the corner where I had hung the night before and sprayed me clean with the ice-cold water. He threw me a towel, and I dried myself. As soon as, I was dry, Fred came at me with his now rock-hard cock, swooped me up in his arms as in romance novel, and carried me onto a large square leatherette bench.