When I woke up in the morning. I felt dizzy, yesternight had been very exhausting.
When I walked my ass ached a little. My exhausted body gave sensation of being used. I had
slept yesternight with carter's cum and spit on my body. It had dried & it was stretching
the skin attached to it. I looked at the bed. Stan and Carter were still asleep. They were
sleeping like a baby. I hurried to bathroom and had a refreshing shower. Then I went to
kitchen and had some breakfast. I was very hungry and thirsty. Then I went back to bedroom.

The breakfast and beer had given me some vigor. I looked at them. Stan was stirring in the
bed. He would wake up soon. I went near the bed and touched stan's beautiful body, I was
very much exited to touch his hairy arms, legs, chest, his six pack abs, pubes. I ran my
fingers through the hairs over his head and bent on him. I kissed his lips. That woke him up.
He looked at me for some time. Then without speaking he motioned me towards his dick. His
dick was limp, but had around six inches of length. I took that in mouth. It was like
a salty softy icecream melting in the mouth. He went hard in no time.

With both hands he held my head in place and started moving foreward. His dickhead went past my throat.
He then started bucking. he had gone so deep inside me that when he would move foreward my
nose would push against his pubes. I gaged at first but soon picked up pace and started
moving my head up and down in rhythm. Then he came insied the mouth. He then went to kitchen.
Carter had already woken up and was watching us play."hay, bitch" he said."Good morning,
sir." I replied. "Come with me." He said and took me by hand to toilets. He made me sit with
my back against the toilet basin and head turned upwards.

Then he said,"you will not waste a single drop of this piss. willya?" and started pissing. I tried to gulp down all the piss
but it was impossible. the piss overflowed from my mouth to my neck, chest, stomoch and then
on floor. After he had finished he ordered me to drink all the piss on the floor and headed
to kitchen. I obadiently drank the puddle of piss with loud oozing sounds. and then went to
kitchen. Stan welcomed me with,"Think about the pig and here he is.""What should I do, sir?"
I asked. "Nothing, we going for shopping, you will stay here, and give me your credit card."
Carter said.

I gave him my credit card. That had a lot of amount in it. But I enjoyed it.
That was like complete submission. Then they took me to bathroom. and bound me to shower with
ropes. And they went. I heard the silent whirr of the car engine. I was bound with ropes
around my wrists, ankles, waist and neck to the shower pipe. I thought standing like this
wouldn't be painful but soon enough my legs were tired. I became more and more impatient
but even after one hour there was no sign of their coming back. Now my legs and back had
gone sore.

I bent my legs, and the rope started cutting into my skin. But I didn't raised
myself on my legs again. After around two to three hours I heard someone coming. I hastily
raised myself back on legs. My skin burned as the ropes loosened up. It was stan.
"Enjoying your time, heh?" "yes, sir." I replied. It was something in his eyes that was
resisting me from hating him. After all this torment I was still loving him. "We did a
whooping shopping. Thanks to your card. I see your father is a very rich man. That's why
he affords to educate his pig of a son in North. Is he?" Stan asked me. What would I answer?
"yes sir, I mean...not very big shot, but he never says no to send me money." I knew I was
being a fool to give Stan and Carter that much information on my finance.

But Stan's mean, piercing but still attractive gaze was making me become an asshole. "Don't worry, we will
not rob you of your money or something, but suppose it's just the treat you are giving to
your friends, or your masters...more precisely." I coulden't see carter still. I was
impatiently waiting to be freed from ropes. The door opened again, carter came in and went
straight to kitchen. Stan went there too, I could see clearly what they were doing since
bathroom door was open. They were engaged in a long chat, for 15 minutes or so. They were
treating me like a toy, like there was no one in the bathroom. Thankfully for me, I liked
all this.

The more they were neglecting me, the harder my dick went. Finally, carter came in with a short belt with a metallic chain attached to it. It was a dog coller. "A well
deserved ornament for our slave. Give him a big hand." And Stan clapped. While Carter was
binding my neck with the dog coller and later freeing me from my bounds. I was thinking
to myself that why on the earth I was giving into such a humiliation. why I was liking
this all? was I meant for the pleasure for others? But for now, I couldn't do anything
against it. Because Stan and Carter were both strong people, and secondly, they were
handsome enough to make me fall onto my knees. Carter pulled me to kitchen where Stan
was ready with a handycam. Obviously, it was baught with my money. Stan was very enthusi-
astic cameraman. He was capturing each and every pained or pleasurable exprassion on
my face when Carter was chocking me by pulling the dog coller, or fingering my ass. It
was late afternoon.
They had braught some lunch packages, I wasn't sure whether they
were ready to give me food or they were just happy to keep me starving. But fortunately
Carter put a big bowl near the table and poured the contents of packages into it. I would
have liked to eat the bread and soup differently but atleast I was getting food. I went
there and was about to start eating when Carter said,"Stop it, bitch. You aren't starting
before us." So I waited. They both took their time in preparing the table. When they
finally started, I hurried to my bowl to eat, but carter inturrupted again,"Do you need
a special lesson on how dogs eat, don't use your hands." So I positioned myself on all
fours(like a dog).

The bowl had some noodles, soup, bread and a burger altogather. I
was so hungry that without a second thought I started digging into the bowl with my
tongue and teeth. It was making loud slurping noise, and my nose and other face had
soup all over it. It took me around fifteen minutes to finish. "Clean it up, food doesn't
come free of cost, don't waste it." Carter again, who else. "well it does for you two
people cause you got a rich slave." I thought in my mind. I cleaned the bowl with my
tongue. Carter came nearer, and started pissing into the bowl, my face was nearer to the
bowl so it was getting covered into the droplets. "A drink for you, take it." He said.
I started slurping it like a cat. In my mind I was comparing both my masters. Both were
handsome, sexy and saddists.

But Stan was more straightforeward, he gave me more physical pain than Carter but without a word. Carter was talkative, and enjoyed in spitting or
pissing on me rather than hurting me. And I enjoyed both. Both of them were full now,
they were not in mood to do anything but having a nap. They went to bed, I followed.
Before getting into the sheets, Stan told me,"If you feel still hungry, go and help
yourself." I found myself hungry still, so I went to the kitchen again. There wasn't much
food left but there was some food remaining in their plates. Right you are carter, food
doesn't come free of cost. I licked the plates clean, drained the beer bottles, and took
the dishes to sink for washing. While washing the dishes I remembered my childhood, as
long as I remember, my custody was with my father. One day dad came home late, his bad
mood was clearly visible. Must be some business worries, I didn't ask. I was twelve by
then.

He sat on the dining table with a scotch at his hand. I knew never to test the temper
of my dad while he was angry. I was eating without a word. Suddenly dad asked,"you want
some, kid?" he was pointing to the bottle at his hand. "No dad, I'm not allowed." I
refused. When I was alone, I had satisfied my curiosity already. So I wasn't keen to take
the bitter medicine. "Take it, I'm allowing you." "No dad, I don't want it." and I started
eating again. The next thing I knew was dad had appeared right next to me and he had
thrown me with a kick on the waist right out of the chair. "Everybody had to find faults
with whatever I say, and you dare to refuse me too, you know a good kid always listens to
his father, don't cry like a girl, you prick. It's me who is raising you, and your mother
out there enjoying every scratch out of her fucking life. You need to listen to whatever
I say, no matter what, is that OK? don't cry you asshole, why are you crying..."He started
coming towards me I was frightened I started sliding back but he found me.

This time with a cane in his hand, he flipped me with a swing of his arm and pinned me head down on the
bed. I was still crying but he started hitting me hard on hips,"What...THRASH..did I tell
you?...THRASH...to accompany me while drinking...THRASH...Isn't it right?...speak up, you
coward fuck...THRASH...Is it a crime to invite your own son for a drink?...THRASH...THRASH
...Tell me?...and why the hell are you crying? Have I killed you? I am teaching you some
manners and kids are taught only hard way or no way." "I am sorry dad. I was just scared.
I will never say no to give you company." I said through my sobs. My dad lowered my pants.
there were welts of the cane hitting on the skin. He touched them and said,"glad you learned
your lesson. Be a good boy and I will never hit you." From that moment I have been a good
boy, not only for my dad but for everyone I come across.

I finished my cleaning the dishes, and went back to bedroom. Stan was not asleep.
He stood up and told me to go to drawing room with him. We went there, Stan pulled some
marijuana out of his bag. made two cigars with the paper. and gave one to me and one to
himself. Just try to smoke pure marijuana mixed with nothing to know what happened to me.
It went straight to my head. I thought I would die soon. But the kick settled after some
time. I crushed rest of the cigar. stan was still smoking. "Well, nice house.""Yeah,
Thanks. you know, Carter and me, they wouldn't let us live in the dorms of the college.
So I baught this one.

Everything here is mine. I mean, now since I am Carter's bitch, Carter uses this all, He is like the master of the house." "Your dad, does he know you
are a fag?" "He must have some idea, cause last time when I visited him, He told me
not to visit him that often, cause his friend would laugh if they would see me.""I need
you to sign this form." He said. I took the form from him, but the marijuana wouldn't
let me focus on letters. "what is it all about?" "It says clearly, It's from a porn site.
They need to know you are 18 or older.""But why?"I was not getting why would a porn
site would need my age."You are going to feature in their film.""What?...Stan...I mean,
this is serious, what if my father see it." "Is your father gay?" Stan asked. "No, I have
seen him with girls only.""Then that settles it, you know, this way you could earn some
money too."

I finally agreed and signed the form. stan took it from me and went to bedroom.

He woke Carter up and said,"The bitch agrees to shake some ass for bucks, I made him
agree."Carter was happy too. He said,"That bitch is like that only. will never lose a
chance to ram some new guys up his ass." And then they called somewhere. The same night
was going to be the big night. I shaved again, painted my nails, and had some lipstick.
"Have some sleep if you want to, I want you to be fresh when the time comes." Stan said.
I went straight to bed. I fell asleep right away. But in my dreams I was undergoing
different treatments from handsome men.