Chris

“I told the bitch that the child ain’t mine,
but no, she had to drag my ass to court,
thought she would get child support,
and now she is the one paying the damn fine!

Opening her legs to every he haw male that comes around,
sucking every prick,
fucking every dick,
wonders why she is considered the slut around town.

I almost got caught in her game,
telling people that I needed to step up to the plate,
trying to fill their minds with hate,
and I’m not the one to blame!”

    Throwing his hands up in the air, giving the audience the middle finger with both hands, Chris yelled out his final words, “Fuck off bitch, you ain’t nothing but a common two bit whore!”
    Rushing off the stage among the cheers of the shouting fans, Chris hurried backstage where he was greeted by his entourage. Ignoring the offers of his manager and friends to join them at the various stage parties and to find him a groupie for the night, Chris made his way to his private dressing room, sat down on the old brown sofa and sunk his head into his hands. Damn, he was tired of this shit.
    A new town every night, hell half the time he didn’t even know where he was, with a different body to use just so some stupid dim witted bitch could claim she was once laid by the great Chris Boner. Oh yeah a real honor.
    He supposed there were many who would happily trade him places, a well known singer with money to burn, girls coming out of the wood work, fans every where he went, his every wish and demand met, not a worry in the world, yet he was tired of it, tired of everything, he wanted to escape.
    Grabbing his coat, Chris left. The hell with the parties and the girls that would be thrown at him. He was getting out and taking a break. Fuck them all.

    “What the hell? You can’t be serious; we can’t just cancel the rest of the tour without a reason. I know for damn sure you aren’t sick. Think of all the money we will be losing, how about the fans Chris, your damn fans who think you are the greatest? You can’t just up and cancel on them, they made you and they sure in the hell can break you. Piss them off with this diva act and they won’t forget it. You better think about this.”
    “I have thought about it and I can’t go on. I need some time to myself. Fuck, for the last seven months I have been yelling my damn guts out on one stage or another and for what? Hell we don’t need the money.”
    “How long do you think the money will last if you don’t get on that stage? Too many damn people are depending on this tour for their paycheck, depending on you. They aren’t made of money the way you are. This is not the damn time to pull a prima donna act.”
    “When is the fucking time?” Pouring a new drink, Chris turned his back to Tony. Placing his hands on the bar in front of him, he lowered his head as if in deep thought. Taking in a deep breath, he finally turned back to his manager and long time friend. “Look Tony, I am drained. Once this tour is over its back to the studio to produce a new album and then after that it’s back on the road again, only difference is it will be in a new country. I haven’t had any days to myself in over two years, hell I haven’t even had a weekend off, much less one night where I wasn’t on stage.”
    “Look buddy, I know how you feel, hell we are all tired. Tell you what, it is out of the question for us to cancel this tour, you know that, but you go on stage tonight and I will try to give you the fucking weekend. I can tell them that you strained your voice and with all the screaming you do up there, that’s not too hard to believe. You have three days to pull yourself together. Hell we can all use a weekend off.”
    “Thanks Tony, I’ll take it.”

    With his hands shaking uncontrollably, he reached up and timidly knocked on the door. Realizing that the knock wouldn’t be heard inside the house, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, reached up and knocked again, only harder this time.
    Stepping back from the door, he willed himself not to turn and walk away. He was risking everything to be here, his family, career, his way of life. He could only imagine what his fans would do and say if this ever came out into the public. Even with that knowledge playing through his mind, he stood where he was, waiting for the door to be answered.

    He stood at the window watching him. He watched as he pulled up in the cab, paid the driver, he watched as he stood there looking at the house for a few moments to get his bearings. He watched as he removed his sunglasses and baseball cap, watched as he slowly walked up the path to the front door and saw his first knock although he didn’t hear it. He barely heard his second knock. Not moving from his front seat at the window, he knew one of his slaves would answer his call, he watched as he anxiously waited. He knew the thoughts going through his mind, knew he was scared to be here, knew he was thinking of the risks involved and yet he remained. Only after he saw him entering the house did he turn from the window and towards the girl lying on his bed. His visitor could wait as he had some unfinished business to take care of here. Picking up his earlier discarded belt from the chair, he towered over the girl lying bottom up.

    Watching the two naked women going about their cleaning chores in the room, Chris closed his eyes, bracing himself for the meeting that was to come. Hell, if all he wanted was naked people to prance around naked cleaning his house, he could handle that, he wasn’t too confident that he could handle anything else that might be required of him, things that he only heard of and fantasized about. Fantasy was one thing and safe, but standing here in the entryway was reality.

    It was late one night and Chris couldn’t sleep. He had sent the whore for the night home earlier, he never let them stayed the night with him, and he was bored. Strange city, strange hotel room, none of his comforts from home, he wasn’t sure if he even remembered what home was. Doing as so many others before him had done, he went online. He knew about chat rooms, had never visited any before and was therefore amazed at the variety of the rooms he found on his google search. So many different themes, everything from the young and innocent to the wild and kinky. He didn’t know how kinky he was but he knew he wasn’t young or innocent.
    Jumping from room to room, he watched the various actors interacting in them, saw the silliness of their idle banter, and was surprised at the friendships some seemed to have acquired over a computer. He was amazed at how some were talking of meeting and about the various ones in their families and the things that were going on in their personal lives. Things he knew he could never afford to relax about and share.
    Going online soon became routine for Chris. Nights after he would send the latest girl home, when he couldn’t sleep, he found himself in a chat room. It wasn’t long before he had his favorite room and was becoming familiar with the different participants in them, those who came on a regular basis, who would sit for hours on end and chat about anything, everything and about nothing at all. It was a gay male BDSM room and he knew he had to be careful so he only watched and learned.
    One night after a concert, he was bone weary tired and yet sleep again evaded him. The latest girl didn’t even noticed that he didn’t enjoy himself, hell he didn’t even cum and yet she didn’t noticed and was thrilled with just having his cock in her mouth and cunt. When she got off, she was gone. Instead of sleeping he went to his computer. The room was slow tonight, not many online and the chat was idle and boring. Chris threw caution to the wind and began to text into the room, greeting the room as he had seen others do so many times and before he knew it he was joining in on the conversation.
    After several nights of chatting, Chris started entering the room a few hours in the mornings and before he knew it he had a long list of friends on his messenger, people that he actually looked forward to spending time with. He was always careful not to give out too much information about himself, he could only imagine the headlines in the papers and news if word leaked out that the famous lover Chris Boner frequented gay chat rooms. He wasn’t gay but there was something about this room that drew him there. The simple act of being able to talk to others without someone wanting something from him, it was a freedom that had escaped him for years.
    After a few months being online, Chris started conversing with someone with the id Dr.Feelgood. Dr.Feelgood seemed to have a charm about him that attracted all that visited the room. He was popular with the regulars of chat and seemed to know how to make newcomers feel welcomed. Chris was surprised the first time he was messaged by Dr.Feelgood as he was still rather new to the room and not talking much to the other users. Dr.Feelgood wanted to welcome him to the room and answer any questions he might have about anything he saw and heard. It wasn’t long before they were talking every night in private and while still maintaining his secrecy over his true identity, Chris found himself opening up to this man about his dreams and thoughts. In the course of the communication Chris also learned more about Dr.Feelgood, that his true name was Troy and that while not gay he wasn’t adverse to taking on a male submissive. He had two slave girls living with him and three others that he regularly had sessions with. From their conversations Chris got the impression that Dr.Feelgood was demanding and expected complete compliance from any that he took on. It was this that he supposed drew himself more than anything else to Dr.Feelgood. Ever since his first album came out people have been throwing themselves at him, wanting to do anything they could for him, fawning over him like some golden god. Even his own family treated him differently. His brothers wanted handouts and even his own parents treating him like he was their golden ticket to the finer things this world had to offer. He helped them as needed but it wasn’t long before he was cutting his visits short to them and now he rarely saw or heard from any of them unless they wanted something.

    There was something about Chris, aka thelittlefishinbigpond that made Dr.Feelgood take notice. The shyness, the uncertainty as to the things that were happening. At first Troy felt intrigued by Chris. After watching him in the room he felt that Chris was holding back, thinking about every post he made, not letting anything of his true nature come through. While guys weren’t normally his thing, he had been known to use a few every now and then. He started going to the room with a friend of his and enjoyed the easy nature of the chat he found there. He frequented other chat rooms as well and was well known in the chat community. His interest in Chris soon became one of a big brother, wanting to guide him and help him, he felt that Chris needed something and he wanted to be there for him.
    Troy wasn’t sure when his interest began to take a different turn. Slowly Chris started opening up to him, never really telling him who he was, and Troy felt the hunger in him that he doubted that Chris knew existed. He thought of Chris as some spoiled rich boy who was tired of getting his own way. After learning of some of Chris’s desires and need, getting to know him through the many chats they had, a year after first messaging Chris, Troy invited him for a weekend. He felt he knew what Chris needed and thought he could give him what it was he desperately wanted. Chris declined without explanation but was made aware that the offer stood when ever he wanted.

    After the concert last night the band was informed that they would have the weekend off. This unexpected mini vacation added to the merriment of the party and no one noticed when Chris snuck out of the party early and alone. Back at his hotel room, he went online and began talking to Troy. Within the hour he was agreeing to meet Troy at his house the next day.
    Taking a late night flight, Chris arrived in town early the following morning. Donning his disguise he started to doubt his hasty decision to come, but knew it wasn’t really that hasty to begin with. He knew when he went online last night that this was what he wanted. He wanted to be invited again and he wanted to be the one used instead of the one using. 

    For two hours Chris stood in the hall waiting for Troy to join him. Two hours of doubts and fear. Two hours of living with the uncertainty and unknown.
    When Troy came down he came down naked and wasn’t alone. Chris was surprised but didn’t say anything. He watched as the girl was dismissed and told with sternness that if she was ever late again with one of their sessions her treatment would be harsher.
    Only after she left did Troy turn his attention to Chris. “You’re Chris right, my new weekend bitch?” Grabbing his huge but soft penis he held it pointed at Chris. “Look at my dick bitch. Even though you will want it, it will not give you any pleasure this weekend. If I need draining, I may use your mouth to drain it but you won’t be receiving any enjoyment from me. I don’t like to see my slaves in clothes but I sure in the hell don’t want to see any dangling cocks in front of me either so for you I will make a compromise. Don’t expect this too often.” Turning away from Chris, Troy yelled to the back of the house for one of the girls to take him to his room, turned back to him and informed him that he would find his clothes there and that he expected him to be wearing his new outfit the next time he laid eyes upon him. With this Troy walked away without giving Chris the chance to say even one word.
    Resisting the temptation to run out of the house, Chris followed the girl whom he later learned was called only slut, to his new room. He entered the small room and looked around the darkness. It was no bigger than a closet, much smaller than what he was used to. There was only a plain bed in the center of the room, no dressers, no closets, no anything. Even the bed was bereft of any sheets, blankets, even pillows. Nothing. The mattress itself was thinned and didn’t look inviting. In the middle of the naked bed lay a brown package.
    Picking up the package, Chris felt a cold chill run down his spine. With disbelief he examined the skimpy clothing that he drew from the brown bag. He couldn’t believe that this was meant for him to wear. Holding up the short black maids outfit along with the lacey panties, he gave a shudder. What the hell? There must be some mistake. Maybe Troy was expecting someone else and the girl gave him the wrong room or the wrong garment. Something was wrong here. Sitting on the bed with the outfit beside him, Chris waited not knowing what else to do.
    Fifteen minutes later his waiting was rewarded with a soft knock on the door and a small voice informing him that it was time for him to go downstairs. Going to the door Chris opened it and saw the same girl standing there that had brought him to the room to begin with.
    “There must be some kind of mistake here. I think this was meant for someone else.” He opened the door wider and pointed towards the bed.
    “No sir, no mistake at all. You should be dressed by now. Master will not like being made to wait.” Backing away from the door as if scared she would be blamed for this transgression, she turned and fled back down the hall from where she had came from.
    Shutting the door behind him, Chris went back to the bed and picked up the offensive articles of clothing. Holding them in his hands, he just stood there uncertain as to what he should do next. He was caught by surprised when the door swung opened and Troy filled the entrance.
    “Why the hell aren’t you dressed? You were told to put on your new clothes. I’ll be damned if I want to see a naked ass guy around here.”
    “These clothes, they were placed here by mistake.”
    “Only mistake that I see is the fact that you haven’t changed into them. Do you think you are too good to wear what I picked out especially for you?” Advancing into the room, Troy toyed with his belt, a black look in his eyes which made Chris squirm despite himself.
    “Oh come on Troy look at them. They are women’s clothes and as you pointed out I ain’t no damn woman.”
    “Let’s get some things straight right now. One, you are what I say you are, you wear what I tell you to wear, you answer only what I ask and I didn’t ask if you were a woman. Number two, you don’t call me Troy, ever, is that clear? You may call me Sir, you may even call me Master, but never by my first name, you are not fit to call me by name and you never will be.” Advancing towards him, still toying with his belt, he left no doubt in Chris’s mind that he meant business, that he wasn’t playing around. “Do you understand? If not then you can take your scrawny ass out of here right now.”
    Not taking his eyes off of Troy’s hands, Chris could only nod his head to show he heard and understood.
    “That is not an answer! When I ask you a question I expect you to be able to articulate enough to form an answer.”
    “I understand.”
    “Good bitch, I knew you would. Now either get the hell out of my house or change into your clothes. The choice is yours.” Troy left the room.

    Chris stood a few moments, warring with himself over the decision he now was faced with, leaving or doing as told. With trembling hands and almost as if unaware of what he was doing, he began to undress and with a mixed sense of hatred and curiosity, longing, he picked up the offending clothing and began to dress. Tucking himself into the tight panties, he looked down in disgust at the outfit he was wearing. He was still staring at his self when there was a tap on the door and the second girl from downstairs entered the room.
    Throwing her hand in front of her face, she couldn’t completely stop the giggle that escaped her lips. “Oh gads that looks awful love. You really are a sight.”
    Feeling uncomfortable with her laughter and scrutiny, Chris backed away from her and ended up backing into the bed, falling down onto the bed in his haste, bringing forth a new burst of laughter from the girl.
    “Come on now get up, don’t be that way. I meant you no harm. I only came in here to help you prepare for Master. That stupid slut forgot to bring you your shoes, though I expect they won’t help much in making your legs look any better.”
    For the first time since her entrance into the room Chris saw the bright red pumps she held in her hands. The heels looked to be five inches long, narrow and dangerous if not impossible to wear. “You don’t really expect me to wear those do you?”
    “I don’t expect anything from you but Master does, if you want to take it up with him feel free to do so.” With a shrug she tossed the shoes onto the bed where one heel caught him in the lower arm as he was rising up.
    Picking up the shoes, he held each one in each hand as if testing the weight of them. “I doubt if they will fit.”
    “Oh they will fit just fine. Didn’t you tell Master last night your size for everything? He doesn’t make mistakes when it comes to sizes.”
    “Yeah I told him. Didn’t know why he asked but now I can see why.”
    Laughing at him the girl couldn’t hide her enjoyment over his discomfort. “Well I reckon you do at that. Now come on and be a good boy and put on your shoes so that I can get you ready.”
    “Ready? Ready for what?”
    “Ready to be useful to Master, what else is there?”

    Tottering on the shoes, Chris followed the girl out of the room and down the hall. Together they entered a small bathroom, this room also lacking anything except the tub, toilet and sink. There was one towel hanging over the side of the tub. Used to a larger room able to hold a small apartment, Chris said not a word, only stood in the middle of the room, taking up most of the space provided, taking it all in.
    “Well damn sweetie, I’m not sure where to start first, on your face or legs.”
    “Excuse me? I’m not sure I understand what you mean.”
    “Your face or your legs. Easy nuff to understand. Do we start with the make up or shaving those ape legs of yours?”
    “Shave my legs! Make up? Are you crazy?”
    “Who wants to see some hairy tree stumps tripping around? When you go belly up your legs will be in the air for all to see. I for one don’t like looking at hairy legs. And yes I’m serious about the make up. Have to gussy you up for Master don’t we?”
    “I’m not putting on any damn make up and my legs are just fine the way they are. I have never had any complaints before on how they look.”
    “No make up, oh big talk coming from the guy in the maid’s dress and high heels. Now look love, we can do this fast and easy or I can go get Master and tell him that you have some objections to what is expected of you. Now be a good lassie and let me get you ready.”
    “Stop calling me love and shit and never again call me lassie. I ain’t no fucking damn girl, get that through you shitless brain.”
    Ignoring his insult and the tone of his voice, she went to the sink, reached underneath to the simple shelves built under the exposed pipes and picked up the make up bag and a razor. Placing them inside the sink, she next brought out the shaving cream. Straightening up, she turned back to him, “Well now seeing as how you haven’t been given a name yet, I thought calling you the names I did were better than asshole which is what you are being. Maybe I thought wrong and should just call you that from now on.”
    “Given a name? My name is Chris.”
    “Not in this house it isn’t. Your name will be what Master decides to give you. The girl who showed you to your room is named slut, and I am the bitch in heat but you can call me bitch. Master gave that name to me because he said I am always ready and wanting to be fucked. When I am good sometimes Master lets me cum after he is finished fucking me. He doesn’t like to let me cum too often as he says that diminishes my desire to be fucked all the time.”
    “Those aren’t names, those are words used to describe girls. You have a real name don’t you?”
    “Of course I do but it is never used in the house. Only when we are out in public, so it doesn’t matter what my worldly name is since you won’t be using it. I can’t wait to see what Master names you; I hope it’s something good like major asshole.”
    “Hey I’m not being an asshole.” Seeing the look she gave him he laughed in spite of himself, “ok maybe I am a bit but who can blame me? This is all new to me and I’m kind of out of my element here.”
    “That’s ok love, that’s why I am here now, to help you. Just remember to do as you are told and you should do just fine, yes fine indeed. Now which should we do first, legs or make up?”

    Crawling around on the floor in his short, skimpy maid’s outfit, Chris still couldn’t believe all that had transpired over the course of a day. Last night he was the famous rock star, sleeping in a luxurious bed in a private suite overlooking some magnificent bay and now he is on his hands and knees scrubbing a floor with of all things a toothbrush. Not only was he doing this menial task set before him, he was dressed in an outfit that he hated, wearing heels that only a street walker would be caught dead in and to top all that indignity off, he now had make up on, a long flowing wig and new boobs. He still couldn’t believe the way he looked.
    Once done in the restroom with the one called bitch, he had gone to his room to wait for further instructions from the Master. They weren’t long in coming. The girl who simply went by bitch had returned to the room for him. With her she had brought the toothbrush and scrub bucket. Folded inside the scrub bucket were some towels with two oranges resting on top.
    Laughing as she set about her task, she reached inside the bucket and brought out a bra and told him to put it on under the top of his uniform. Already learning the ways of the house and servants serving there, Chris had done as told without complaining, he knew the girl was only following orders and could not help him out of this situation. Even being told to place the heavy oranges inside the cups didn’t phase him as much as it would have an hour or so ago. He did this without a word.
    Seeming please with the result, even though there was laughter left in her eyes, she then took him to the Master’s bedroom and told him how he was to clean the floor, every inch of it with the brush provided. Leaving the room, she left him to his thoughts and work.
    Left with his thoughts while doing the back breaking work, Chris was having trouble understanding why he was staying, it would be easy to walk away and not look back. He could forget about this place, about Troy and never have any regrets. His life was waiting for him, a life of being pampered and catered to, hell he could have someone scrubbing his floor with a toothbrush if he so desired. There were no limits to what he could do. Yet he stayed, a part of him needing this, a part of his brain crying out for more, daring him to walk away.
    Chris had only about a quarter of the floor done when he heard someone entering the room. Looking up for a fraction of a second he quickly returned to his work when he saw that the new occupant was Troy. He heard the movements behind him but no words were being spoken.
    It wasn’t long before Troy’s voice broke the silence. “Come on in girls, you both have done great work today and I am very pleased by your diligence in your chores. Tonight I have decided that you should be rewarded. Yes bitch, that means tonight you will have that cum that you have been longing for lately.
    Chris could hear the happiness and the usual trace of laughter that he now associated with her, in her response to the news of being allowed a cum. “Thank you Master, bitch so badly needs this.”
    “Yes I can see that you do. But you can only cum when I say so, not a second before hand.”
    “Of course not Master, now would I even try to do a thing like that?”
    “At times I’m not sure what you would try. You know that one day your sassy mouth and ways will get you more trouble than you can handle?”
    “That may be the case, but right now I know what my mouth can handle.”
    “Oh you do do you? Show me bitch what your mouth can handle.”
    “With pleasure Master.”
    Chris heard some scuttling on the floor not too far from where he was busy. It wasn’t long before he heard the sound of sucking. Daring another look in their direction, he saw bitch on the floor in front of her Master, his hands in her hair pulling her mouth deeper onto his cock as he looked down upon her head. Next to her was slut, kneeling, eyes downcast to the floor, not moving, not even acting as if she knew what was going on right beside her. Taking his cue from her, he returned to his work.
    In spite of himself, he couldn’t tune out the sucking noises no matter how hard he tried and his attention was wandering away from his chore. The sucking noises were louder and he could only imagine what was happening not more than three feet from him. Chris felt his own cock responding to the stimulant and as he hardened, the material stretched across his member became tighter, causing great discomfort. He tried spreading his legs hoping that would bring him some relief, but still his cock was trapped behind the tight material.
    Glancing in his direction, Troy laughed at the sight that he was faced with. “Oh look girls, the new whore is readying herself for me. She wants to be taken in her ass. Sorry whore but your ass will never know the feel of my cock.”
    Feeling his face reddening, Chris quickly brought his legs back together, and furiously began scrubbing the floor with a new passion.
    “That’s enough bitch. I think the whore wants a taste of my cock as well. Crawl to me whore, crawl and show me what a cock whore you can be.”
    Startled at the implications of Troy’s words, Chris held his breath hoping against all hope that Troy didn’t mean what he thought his words meant. He didn’t move from his spot. Maybe Troy would leave him be if he didn’t respond.
    All was quiet in the room as if waiting for some terrible explosion to come. It wasn’t long in coming. Without hearing any movement, Chris was startled by the flash of pain he felt coursing through his body. Crying out from the unexpected pain, he looked up in time to see the whip snaking down again, slashing across his bare legs, cutting into his flesh near where the first strike had landed.
    Tears streaming down his face, Chris found himself kneeling in front of the Master, watching as slut returned the whip to its rightful place by the doorframe. Once the whip was in place, slut returned to the floor in front of Chris and he could see the compassion in her eyes.
    Jerking Chris’s head up by his hair, Troy glared down into his face. “When I tell you to do something, you do it! You do not hesitate, you do not think about it, you do not question it, you do it! Now open your mouth cock whore and show your appreciation.”
    Tears still rolling down his face Chris barely had time to gulp in air before the cock was shoved roughly deep in his mouth, hitting the back of his throat. Gagging, convulsions rippling through his stomach, Chris tried to pull back only to have his hair pulled tighter as his face was jerked back onto the intruder. Squeezing his eyes shut, Chris managed to move his head back a fraction of an inch, not enough to be noticed but enough to stop the gagging reflex. There he knelt, taking the Master in his mouth, having his mouth abused, knowing the whole time that he was free to get up and walk away, he didn’t have to stay, that was made clear to him from the beginning, he could leave and wouldn’t be stopped, and yet, he stayed. There was a part of him that hated this and wanted to leave, but the part that wanted more, needed this treatment was stronger, forcing him to stay on his knees, sucking on the swollen cock.
    “See, I knew you would make a good cock whore. You love having me in your mouth. That’s it; you know what your mouth was meant for. You were meant to suck cock weren’t you?”
    Chris could only nod in the affirmative as his mouth was being fucked.
    “Usually I don’t share but who knows, maybe some day down the road I just might let you drain a friend or two. You would like that wouldn’t you? Having a few more cocks down your throat, sucking one dick after another? That turns you on doesn’t it?”
    For what seemed like an eternity to Chris there was almost compete silence in the room as he knelt there sucking. Troy’s laughter finally interrupted the silence and Chris’s head was jerked away from the Master. Feeling a bit disappointed in the sudden movement, having his treat taken away from him as he was beginning to enjoy it, he looked up at Troy. Chris knew right away from the amusement he saw in Troy’s eyes that Troy knew that he was starting to like what was happening to him.
    “Sorry cock whore but it seems as if my pets are getting restless and needs some attention of their own. It’s not fair is it that you have all the pleasure? Perhaps some other time I will use your mouth to empty my balls. Just not tonight as I did promise the sluts a reward for their good behavior. You may go back to your cleaning duties.” With that he dismissed Chris and turned his attention to the girls.

    Crawling back to the bucket and toothbrush, Chris could only listen to the movements and enjoyment of the girls after the Master gave them permission to climb onto the bed and enjoy each other. Picking up the abandoned toothbrush, he tried to ignore his own discomfort as the moans and sounds of sucking filled his ears. He could tell the Master was by the bed from the direction of his voice as he complimented the girls on their activity.
    Hearing more rustling on the bed, moans becoming louder, Chris dared to peek over his shoulders. The scene that met his eyes held him as his hands began to wander on their own violation down to his own hardness. Stroking, he could not tear his eyes from the action taking place not that far from him. The Master had joined his slaves, kneeling behind slut as she accepted her Master’s offering on her hands and knees from behind. In front of her was bitch, lying on her back with her legs opened for slut’s tongue that was working in and out of the wet well.
    The girl’s aroma, passions penetrated the room, penetrated Chris’s mind and soul as he stroked harder. He wanted to join in, wanted to be the recipient of the busy mouths, wanted to feel the tightness, the wetness of being held within a warm and welcoming vessel, he wanted and yet he dared not.
    He frozed, his hands frozed, his body forgot how to move when he realized he was being watched. The Master had looked up and seen what he was doing, was watching him, watching every breath that escaped his body. But nothing was said, no look of disapproval, nothing. Chris barely breathed as he watched the Master, noticing that even though the dark penetrating eyes were studying Chris, the movements behind slut was strong as ever. The Master wasn’t missing a beat.
    Unsure of what to do, Chris just knelt there, watching and listening, not moving. The toothbrush was long forgotten lying on the floor next to the bucket, the girls had seem to forget that there were any in the room other than themselves and were concentrating on their own play, not noticing any discomfort emitting from any corners of their play area. They were concentrating on their own pleasure and that of their Master.
    Chris jumped as being shot when the Master’s voice broke into his wall of horror. The Master was giving the girls permission for their own pleasure, telling them to cum for him. With squeals of delight, the slaves were more than eager to obey and before long the musty scent of released desire filled the room, filled Chris’s senses.
    Troy pulled back from his slave and stood by the bed watching his sluts achieve the climax they had longed for. When they came back to earth he told them both to go and get their strap on and to hook up their big dildos.
    Once the girls had obeyed and came back to their Master, he turned his attention back to Chris.
    “My cock whore seems to be hungry for more play. Crawl to me whore.”
    Without hesitation Chris crawled to the Master and knelt at his feet. He had more than learned his lesson on not moving quickly enough.
    “That’s a good girl cock whore. You learn quickly. Since this is your first night and you do learn so fast I think you should be rewarded. Now take off your panties and get ready to be pleasing. Cover your dick with your skirt because I don’t want to see it.”
    Instructing bitch to lie down on the bed, he then had Chris position himself over her. “You may suck on her as if you were sucking on me. Take her in your mouth.”
    Chris concentrated on the dildo in front of him, taking it deeply in his mouth as he felt Troy’s hand pushing his head lower onto it. The gag reflex made him pause for a second, but he fought through it as he was forced to fuck the toy.
    He stiffened when he felt a soft hand rubbing something wet on his backside, rubbing in circles, downwards into his crack and onto his tight hole.
    Sitting in a chair next to the bed, Troy laughed at the surprised expression that flickered across Chris’s face. “Oh you need to learn to relax; it will make this so much easier on you. Go ahead slut; give the cock whore what she desires. Give her what she wants and needs.”
    Despite his resolve not to do so, Chris let out a small scream around the dildo in his mouth as he felt his hole being opened and spread as a hard object entered. A firm stinging smack across his face made him look up. Troy was standing above him with a deadly look on his face.
    “You whore! Now what if that was really my cock you were sucking on? You bit into it; do you think that is any way to respect what I am willing to give you?”
    Chris didn’t move and willed his body not to flinch as another slap stung into his cheek. Tears once again fell freely down his face, marking its path along the old one. Pain coursed through him as his ass was roughly taken. Without a word he went back to sucking the proffered phallus when Troy pushed his head back down.
    For more than twenty minutes Chris sucked, his hair was being pulled, his flesh being grabbed and dug into, for more than twenty minutes he was used as a fuck toy, his own swollen member bouncing with each thrust, feeling the need to burst forth with his juice. Despite inner objections at first at the thought of being used thusly, Chris was finding himself responding to his treatment in a way that he never would have thought possible.
    He was beginning to enjoy being the recipient of a thrusting body behind him, enjoying sucking a hard penis, of not having to live up to a reputation of being in charge, of being the best. He was enjoying being used and not being the one who did the using. He was enjoying serving.
    Not being able to hold back any longer, he burst, his juice squirting onto the bed sheet, leaving his body in a hot rush. Horrified he looked up into Troy’s face expecting some kind of recommend for his transgression. He was confused at first by the laughter he saw there. He had expected harsh words, dark looks and a painful punishment, not laughter.
    “Oh I see cock whore enjoyed herself. Don’t worry whore, tonight I won’t punish you as you are learning. Soon you will learn to control your body and cum only when given permission. Soon you will know the pleasure of earning your cum. It has been a long day for you and you are forgiven this time for your actions. You may go to bed now.”
    Rising from the bed, Chris gave a last look at the others before leaving the room, going back to his own small room and uncomfortable bed to spend the night in his thoughts and emotions.

    Monday morning came too quickly for Chris and before he knew it, it was time for him to pack up and leave.
    Standing by the bed he had used for the weekend, he wondered at all that had transpired in the short days he had been here. The humiliation, the degrading short dresses he had to wear while performing his house cleaning duties and being treated like nothing more than a whore.
    For three days he was put to tasks of cleaning and during the cleaning he was used often when the Master wanted to be drained. He was never given permission to cum during these times of used, in fact he was never touched, but when the Master decided he wanted to use his mouth he would tell Chris to please him and Chris would do as instructed.
    At nights his holes were used in ways he never thought they would be used. Even though the girls never touched his own member, last night he was given permission after being fucked in the ass by bitch’s strap on, to kneel on the floor in front of them and masturbate to a climax. At first he was embarrassed to have the three of them watch but it wasn’t long before he was caught up in his own heat and had brought himself to the longed for climax.
    Before leaving for the office earlier that morning, the Master came to Chris’s room and together they had made plans for Chris’s return visit. He knew he would be back as often as he could arrange. He would make sure that he had more time off so that he may come back and be the whore he knew he was for the Master. He was given instructions that during his time away, he would no longer be free to use girls one after the other as was his way in the past. Instead until he was able to come back, once every two weeks he may have a girl for one night and one cum only. If he felt the need to cum more than that, he would write it down in a journal but nothing more. At nights he would still talk to Troy online and if Troy felt it was deserved, he might give Chris permission to play with himself and make himself cum, but nothing more.
    Picking up his bag, Chris left the room that now belonged to him, and walked through the quiet house, remembering all that he had learned here, remembering the fun and laughter of being with the slaves, the punishments of not moving quickly enough, and the joy of finding the place where he now belonged.
    The girls weren’t there to tell him goodbye, they had came early in the morning to see if he would be returning as they really wanted him to be a part of their family. Happy with the knowledge that he would be back, they had quickly kissed and hugged him in farewell.

    Letting himself out of the house, Chris quickly donned his sunglasses and baseball cap, climbed into the back of the cab, laid back against the seat and tried to mentally prepare himself for the life that while still a part of him, wasn’t him.