The Contract Ch. 03

The weight of my Goddess was growing to be too much to bear. As a submissive I'd taken my fair share of facesittings, but three hundred pounds of merciless full-weight sitting was certainly in a different league. What little air I could manage to suck in was tainted by a mix of fresh and stale gas, and my poor jaw felt like it would unhinge at any moment. Inches away, I suspect Slut, one of Goddess' other submissives, wasn't faring much better. While they only had to handle the weight of her stomach, a belly full of asparagus-filled urine probably wasn't exactly sitting well with them. I assumed this wasn't their first time suffering that awful humiliation, but I also doubted that it was something anyone could ever become accustomed to.

I grew dizzy in the foul darkness, each breath I took containing less and less oxygen. Did Goddess' farts serve to actually refresh the air supply, or did they make it worse? I tried my best not to dwell on their potential life-saving properties too much. All that mattered now was trying to stay conscious. My tongue still remained in my Goddess' asshole as well, weakly attempting to keep her happy and from punishing me further.

Each breath grew shallower and seemed to bring me even less air than the one preceding it. I could feel my consciousness slipping away, and found myself wondering what would happen if I straight up fainted beneath this massive woman. Would she even notice? Would she punish me? There was likely no questioning that, she absolutely would. In my delirium, I felt the throes of another climax above me, and a small wave of foul air popped out of her asshole along with it. At this point I couldn't even process the smell, my fading senses were overloaded enough as it was.

As if in answer to my silent monologue, I felt the massive weight above me start to shift. Goddess was a large woman, and getting up from a leaning position on a couch was certainly not easy for her, but the process had certainly begun. Her weight shifted back momentarily, crushing me so thoroughly that breathing was simply no longer possible. She then rocked forward, and her ass finally rose from my face, dripping with my saliva and tears. I lay there, a ruined and broken man, covered in sweat, tears, and ass juices, pathetically struggling to catch my breath and re-orient myself. I must have looked truly pathetic.

Slut collapsed to the floor as Goddess rose, their weak petite femboy frame likely just as overwhelmed as mine. I could hear them gagging and struggling to catch their breath, and I couldn't help but wonder how ridiculous we must have looked to Goddess, now towering over both of her defeated slaves.

"You've both disappointed me this evening," she spoke. "What good are slaves if I have to worry about you nearly passing out after a mere hour or service? I clearly need to train you harder."

I couldn't bring myself to physically react, but tried to utter out a weak 'sorry' between deep desperate breaths. If Goddess heard me, she chose not to react.

As I lay there, my faculties slowly returning, wondering what horrible training awaited me next, I heard a knock at the apartment door. I froze, wondering what would happen if someone saw this ridiculous scene. Would they come to our rescue, or would they just laugh at how pathetic we must have looked? I couldn't summon the energy to get up and look. Goddess let out a frustrated sigh.

"Normally a slave should be answering the door, but clearly even such a simple task is beyond the two of you," she barked. "You'll both pay dearly for this later."

She then stomped off towards the door, leaving the both of us to lie there and try to recover. In the distance, the door swung open, and I could hear two voices utter greetings, along with Goddess doing the same. My heart sank as the owners of both voices were clearly men. I know Goddess had mentioned taking cum from her guests earlier, but part of me had dared to hope that this was just an idle threat. Still, maybe these were just friends coming to visit, and just maybe nothing more would come of it. The pit in my stomach told me I was a fool to even dare to consider that, but hope was about all I had left at this point.

I soon found myself with enough energy to slide off the couch and return to my kneeling position. Goddess Nicole was still in the kitchen conversing with the two unknown men, but I knew she'd be furious with me if I wasn't in the proper slave position when she eventually returned to the living room. Slut clearly had the same idea, and was already subserviently positioned on their knees as well. We both swayed back and forth a bit, clearly they were reeling just as much as I from the events over dinner. The lack of any real food in my belly certainly wasn't helping the recovery either, but the very thought of asking about that filled me with fear and anxiety.

Before long, we were graced by Goddess Nicole's large, beautiful visage again. Her straight hair flowed behind her, and her large stomach and breasts bounced as she made her way back into the living room. I quickly dropped my head, averting my eyes, and Slut did the same. We both knew better than to make eye contact with her at this point. Flanking Goddess on both sides were the two men who entered earlier. While I couldn't get a look at their faces, one was tall, with muscular arms and legs, and had dark brown skin. His casual t-shirt and shorts getup made me suspect this wasn't a formal date or anything of the sort for him. I couldn't see any hair beneath his shoulders, and I didn't dare look up any further. The other man was an almost comical contrast. His button-down shirt and khaki pants did little to hide his dumpy form, his ankles revealing his pale white skin, and his stomach seemed like it would burst out at any moment.

I couldn't imagine that the two men had any real association with each other, but I had seen odder pairings in the past, so I couldn't truly be sure. As if answering my questions, one let out a soft whisper.

"Remember, no names tonight," the taller man spoke. "I'd rather not find out I actually know the new one."

"Yes, yes, you have nothing to worry about, just keep the masquerade mask on and you'll be fine," Goddess replied impatiently. "It's not like these slaves have any contact with the outside world anymore anyways."

Had she found these men on some kind of kinky hookup site? It certainly sounded like she did. I couldn't tell if that was better or worse than them actually being friends or partners of hers, and I honestly didn't have the time or energy to think on it further. The trio was approaching quickly, which meant whatever was expected of me next was about to be revealed.

"These are my two slaves," Goddess Nicole said. "On the left is Slut. That slave has been trained in the ways of subservient femininity despite having a useless cock, which I've locked and melted down the key for years ago."

One of my men grunted in approval. I tried to hide my shock at the fact that Slut's cage was literally permanent, and it had been years. I couldn't imagine accepting a fate like that.

"The slave on the right is my new probationary slave," Goddess continued. "I just acquired it today, under false pretenses of a three-day contract. If the foolish thing had read it more carefully, it likely would have realized that only I had the discretion to end the agreement after three days, which is certainly something I will not do."

I froze. What had she just said? I barely had any time to think about it, as Goddess continued to speak.

"I don't have a name for that slave yet, although for today it's mostly been a toilet and a bidet," she said. "Perhaps Toilet will be a good name for it, but I probably won't decide until the permanent collaring and chastity key melting ceremony on Monday."

The feeling of fear grew in me, rising from the pit of my stomach up and through my throat, nearly choking me. I was going to end up exactly like Slut, with no access to my cock ever again. Even worse, it seemed like I was never leaving Goddess' service unless she dismissed me. Perhaps I could do a bad enough job that she wouldn't want me anymore? But, wouldn't she just relish the opportunity to punish me if I did that? It seemed like there really was no way out of this.

For the third time today, my panicked thoughts were quickly disrupted by Goddess Nicole. She walked over and stood next to me, and grabbed the chain, securing me like some kind of pet. While she did so, the two men descended on Slut, who likely caught the pair of strangers' attention first due to their feminine appearance. The stronger of the two wasted no time in dropping his shorts, revealing his large, hairy, flaccid cock. Even in its soft state it was intimidating to behold. Slut's eyes widened, and they began to hungrily kiss and lap at it, years of training and pent-up horniness likely taking control. The man smirked and wrapped his hands around the back of Slut's head, encouraging them to take the growing cock into their mouth.

I didn't have much time to take in the absurd show unfolding before me. Perhaps jealous of his compatriot's pleasures, the fat man waddled over to me. A single nod from Goddess and his pants were down, and his shirt unbuttoned. Unlike Slut's ravager, this man's form was nothing flattering. His hairy stomach fell over his waste, partially obscuring the hairy crotch that contained his small flaccid cock. I cringed in disgust as he walked closer to me, and thrust that mess into my face.

I turned my head to the side, instinctively avoiding the stranger's crotch. Behind him I could hear the more attractive man moaning, and the sloppy sounds of Slut's cocksucking grew more intense. Goddess Nicole, responding to my defiance, yanked hard on the chain attached to my metal collar.

"Slave! You service anyone above you who requests it," she spoke. "You've embarrassed me in front of this gentleman, and for that you've earned two hours in the prison box tomorrow. Disobey again and I'll show you something far worse than a few farts."

Two hours? I could barely handle 15 minutes! I couldn't believe what Goddess had just said. And what could possibly be worse than that? I took a deep breath, and turned back to face the man's crotch. Anything was better than that box, even sucking this guy's cock.

I looked up at the man as I moved towards his small flaccid dick. His smirk was soon eclipsed by his fat belly, which he lifted slightly to help me find his cock in his bush. How kind of him. While not as bad as the prison box, this guy's crotch was certainly no bed of roses. A mix of sweat, perhaps a few drops of unshaken piss, and man musk assaulted my senses as my eyes teared up. Still, I found myself already able to handle this better. Was this the real reason behind Goddess Nicole's intense scent training? If this kept up, I'd probably become completely nose blind.

Regardless, I had a job to do. Against every fiber of my being telling me to stop, I opened my sore and tired jaw, stuck out my tongue, and began to lick the tip of the fat man's circumcised cock. Loud moans of pleasure erupted behind him, and the tell-tale sloppy gags of a facefucking soon followed. I wondered if Slut was enjoying that, or if they were now suffering too. Still, I didn't have much sympathy for them.

Meanwhile, the man above me put a large hand behind my head, and I knew what I had to do. I opened wide and slid the small cock onto my tongue. The taste of sweat and precum reminded me of the humiliation of this act, and I began to wrap my tongue around his growing shaft. The grip on my head tightened as the man's cock grew, becoming surprisingly large in my tired mouth. Before long it was stiff enough to forcibly fuck my face, and the man wasted no time in getting started.

The first thrust startled me, as I had never sucked a cock before, let alone been facefucked. The shaft hit the back of my throat, likely bruising it, before sliding downwards. I lost the ability to breathe, and let out an involuntary gag as spit burst down my chin.

"Ah yes, I forgot to mention," Goddess said. "This one hasn't been throat trained yet. It may resist a bit, but please don't let that inconvenience you."

The man grunted in approval, clearly too focused on enjoying himself to take much heed of her words. His other hand joined his first on the back of my head as he forced me into the unkempt bush in the crevice between his thighs and stomach. The rough pubic hairs bristled against my face, tickling my nose as his saggy balls slapped my chin, making a familiar wet 'thwap' sound. His cock was now blocking my airways entirely, and he was holding me in place. I tried to struggle instinctively to break free and breathe, but he wouldn't budge, his powerful hands far too much for me in my weakened state.

Behind him I heard Slut start to sob as the facefucking from the powerful tall man grew more violent. It gave me some solace to know I wasn't alone in this, at least. My eyes began to bulge and tear up, and my lungs ached for air. Moments later, the grip was released and the cock painfully slid out of my throat, bringing sticky saliva and precum along with it. Relieved, I took in a big gasp of air, but my attempt to breathe was partially interrupted by the man's cock slamming down my throat once again.

Instead of holding it in place this time, he quickly pulled it out and thrust it in again. Precum, saliva, and tears were flying everywhere as the intensity grew. I sobbed and tried to beg him to stop, but it just came out as sloppy 'schlop' noises as he used my mouth and throat as a fuckhole. I was like a doll in his powerful grip, and behind him Goddess held the chain so escape was literally impossible.

All I could do was try to go limp and relax my jaw and throat, allowing the man's cock to slide in and out. Every time it exited, I took a short breath, barely enough to keep me conscious. The constant slap of his pelvis and balls into my face shook my vision and stability, and my world became incomprehensible. Still, the man didn't stop, if anything the intensity grew. I could hear him grunt and moan with each thrust, and sweat dripped off his fat belly onto my face, adding to the degradation of the event. I could hear Goddess laughing, and knew she wouldn't come to my aid here.

The man's panting and grunting grew in intensity, and I knew, and almost welcomed, what was about to come next. One final thrust deep into my throat, and he held me in place once again.

"Swirl your tongue around my cock, NOW!" he managed to grunt out as he reached climax.

I did as I was told. Soon his cock began to convulse, and the first hot sticky load shot straight into my throat. I choked on it, trying my best to swallow something that was way past my mouth. The man didn't care, and had no interest in interrupting his orgasm. Wave after wave of sticky hot semen dripped down my throat, and it was all I could do to keep up with swallowing it.

After around six blasts, the orgasm finally subsided. However, a curious sensation quickly followed. Something hot was still flowing down my unwilling throat, but it was no longer thick and sticky. The man was using me as a urinal.

Goddess laughed once she noticed what was happening. "Well, I did say that this one was a toilet, I guess that's to be expected."

"I figured you would approve, so I just went for it. I hate having crusted up cum on my cock, a good piss usually helps clean it up," the fat man replied.

I looked up at his hairy stomach angrily, but knew he couldn't see my face. Even if he could, something told me he didn't really care about what I thought or how I felt. Fortunately the stream was relatively short, and before long I was licking his cock clean.

The fat man backed away, leaving me a dripping mess of cum, sweat, saliva, and tears. I panted trying to catch my breath, my throat now sore and bruised, making each gasp for air painful. In front of me Slut lay on the floor, cum dripping out of their mouth, passed out. The other man had literally fucked Slut's face so hard that they fell unconscious.

"Well, I guess that one's out of commission," the tall attractive man joked. "What's next?"

"I did ask you here as my bull to fuck me," Goddess replied. "Usually I use Slut as the bed, but I guess we'll use the new one this time."

Goddess looked at the fat man, and at Slut. "You're not really my type, but if you want to use Slut for some fun, go for it."

The fat man smirked, and waddled over towards Slut, who was slowly waking up. Without a word he spread his fat hairy cheeks and pressed Slut's face between them. I heard a muffled cry as Slut was engulfed. I turned back to Goddess, wondering what she meant by using me as a bed, and unfortunately I was about to find out. She yanked on my collar, pulling me over to the chaise lounge side of the couch. To my surprise, the large man effortlessly lifted me, placing me on my back with my head on the far end of the lounge section. Goddess Nicole quickly followed, lying on her back on top of me, my head right beneath her large ass and pussy.

The view above me was briefly glorious. Goddess pussy was as beautiful as I had hoped. It was already visibly wet from watching the torment of me and Slut. The large man wasted no time. He lifted Goddess' massive thighs over his shoulder, and his thick erect cock slipped into her pussy. Goddess' weight nearly crushed me as she relaxed her body, truly using my slave body as a bed.

As the man entered Goddess, his balls slid over my mouth.

"Suck and lick my balls while I fuck your owner, slave," the man ordered.

I couldn't believe what was happening to me. The man was going to pound this incredible woman above me, and all I could do was lick his sweaty balls as he did so. I did my duty without complaint, and the salty sweaty vinegar ball taste was soon on my tongue. Some of the man's ball hairs stuck between my teeth as he began to gently slide in and out of Goddess Nicole's beautiful pussy.

Before long, the intensity of the fucking grew. I could feel Goddess' body undulating on top of me, and I struggled to breathe yet again. Her and the man grunted and moaned in a cacophony of pleasure, while I heard the fat man across the room fart in Slut's face.

"Quit crying and get your tongue into my asshole," he barked.

I could hear Slut begging, but I knew nothing would stop that disgusting man. Meanwhile, Goddess' pussy began to drip and leak with the growing intensity of the fucking, her and the man's combined juices sliding onto my face and into my nose, mouth and eyes. Still the fucking continued, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh grew louder.

The man thrust deeply one final time, and let out a deep guttural moan as he filled Goddess with cum.

"Sorry about that," he said. "You're just so incredible, I couldn't help but cum inside you. Hope I didn't make a mess."

Goddess Nicole laughed it off. "I had three orgasms from your amazing, thick cock. Besides, the cum will just drip into the bidet anyways."

I had expected this was next. The man pulled out and wiped his wet cock on my face before Goddess rose up and sat directly on me. I should have been upset, but for the first time today the incredible pussy was pressed against me. Her folds of fat slid over my face, locking me between her thighs as she bore down. The man's thick juices slid out of her into my throat, and I began to lick, suck, and clean her pussy.

Sadly, my pleasure was short-lived. As soon as the last of the cum slid out, Goddess rose and walked over to the man and Slut.

"How's this one doing?" she asked.

"Not great," the man replied. "For such a long-term trained slave, it sure gave me a lot of resistance."

Goddess sighed. "Well, I'm sorry about that. Next time you can fuck the two of them in the ass, but for now I need to administer some serious punishment."