It was a hot day in southern Ontario. Only a few days ago I had graduated high school. I was staying in town to go to the local college for computer networking. I figured I could keep loans low, but staying at home with my step Dad and my Mom. I was just waking up when I heard a knock at the door.

"Yeah?" I moaned still groggy.

"Morning hunny, Rogers got a few things he wants you to take care of today before you head off anywhere ok?"

"Sure Mom, I'll be down in a bit"

"Ok well I am spending the day with your Aunt Susan so you two are on your own for dinner ok?"

"Sure"

I had barley woken up and was in no mood to think about the tasks at hand. Fucking Roger just started my summer break and already he's got chores lined up. I rolled out of bed and headed for the shower.

As I wondered down the stairs, pulling my shirt down, over my lean body. I was in high school track, never did overly well but kept me in alright shape. I had just slipped on some boxers and some gym shorts as I headed for the kitchen. I pulled a bowl out of the cupboard and Roger walked in.

"Hey kiddo, did your mom talk to you before she left?"

"Yeah, what do ya need done around here?"

“Just want you to mow the lawn for us, and weed the gardens, then you're free to go."

"Alright"

“You got plans with Jenny later?" Roger asked, knowing we would be hanging out.

"Yeah of course"

“alright well I am gonna be in my office most of the day."

"Okay have fun" I laughed a little to myself knowing he would just be staring at the computer trying to get an idea for his book.

He smiled a little as he walked out of the room. He was a god looking guy for forty. Mom and he had met a few years ago. Online dating site or something but he seemed like an ok guy. He worked out regularly and was well built. He would run with me sometimes, and had always been friendly but we hadn't gotten too close I was 15 when he moved in. he set up a home office to do it movie reviews and he had been trying to finish his novel since before he and my Mom had met.

I ate my breakfast and headed for the front yard as I sent a text to Jess, letting her know I had some stuff to do before I could come over.

I started in the front gardens working up a sweat as I pulled the weeds. I didn't mind the work but would rather have been nailing Jess for the day as her parents were off on some trip to the states. I noticed the new neighbor bringing boxes into the garage as I pulled at the weeds. He was a 35 year old guy, no sign of a wife or kids. He was a fit guy probably 6'2" with a shaved head and a trimmed beard. He saw me looking at him and nodded, I nodded back. Seemed like an alright guy. He had just bought the house a week or two earlier, after the old couple that had lived there had moved into a home.

As I finished the front garden and moved to the back I waved to him, my shirt soaked in sweat already. I made quick work of the back garden as it was half the size of the front, and moved to mowing the lawn. I took my shirt off due to heat I was dripping sweat as I moved to the front lawn. The neighbor was just moving the last of his boxes from his car inside and seemed to stare as I pushed the mower to the edge of the front lawn. I waved again.

"Hey! Welcome to the neighborhood"

He just smirked and walked inside. It was clear that he heard me. What a fucking jerk I thought to myself. I mowed the front lawn and put the mower away. I walked inside; the house was quiet, Roger clearly staring away at his computer deeply at this point. I headed for the shower sending Jess a text saying I'd be over shortly.

I tossed on some tight briefs this time around, I like the way they held my junk. I wasn't packing anything huge but I had a god size cock 7 inches cut. Felt good held up in that little pouch. I pulled on a pair of shorts and a black tee. I headed out the door reading Jess's text

"Hey try to get some booze before you come over... I'll make it worth your while ;)"

I laughed knowing she meant that. My dick twitched at the thought of fucking her wet pussy all afternoon. I knew I couldn't take any from home, Roger only kept one bottle scotch in the house and Mom didn't drink.

I walked out the front door wondering if maybe I could stop off at Chris's house and he could hook me up. His parents drank too much to ever notice any go missing. I had my bag over my shoulder as I passed by the new neighbor’s house. As I looked into his open garage I saw a shelf with a few liquor bottles just sitting out. I stood there considering it for a moment. A thought flashed through my head. Maybe you shouldn't have been such a jerk. I walked up the drive looking to see if he was around. As I got inside the garage I could see the liquor bottles, must have been 12 bottles of vodka all laid out on here. I reached for one and started to pull it off the shelf.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing you little shit?" I heard a deep voice behind me.

I spun and felt the bottle drop, knowing what the next sound would be. The bottle smashed and I could smell the vodka as it spread on the garage floor.

I turned and looked at the man, and then at the road. He casually just reached up and pushed the button and the door started to close. I swallowed with fear, not sure what to do.

“Listen man, I am sorry, alright? My girlfriend just wanted me to get some liquor and I saw your shelf and got carried away. I will pay you back man I promise."

He just looked at me, clearly still pissed off. He stepped back and opened the door wider.

“Get in here" he said it blankly. There was no doubt in his mind that I would listen. The garage door shut tight as if to finalize my options. I stepped forward and passed him into the house. A few boxes still in the hallway but quite a bit was already set up for just moving in. I walked towards the front door, hoping to get back out into the street.

"Stop" he said, with finality in his voice.

I froze.

"Turn around."

I slowly turned back to him. He was closer than I expected.


He spoke slowly and carefully but with force and control in his voice.

“The way I see it you've got two options. One I can call the cops and have you charge with trespassing, and robbery." he let that hang in the air as if the make me beg for the second option, which I nearly was.

"Or you can agree to, do some things for me. Without question or fail."

They words themselves weren't all that scary but the way he seemed to say it. Do some things for me. It seemed wrong.

"C'mon man, I mean it was just some vodka, I'll give you the money for it and we'll just call it even, ok?"

“You need to learn a lesson boy. Either by my hand or by the laws. Up to you but decide quickly." He pulled his cell from his pocket dial for the police I could only assume.

"Albright man, I get it. Cool, we're cool. I'll help you out around here."

"Good choice boy"

I got a chill at the way he said it. The happiness in his voice unmistakable.

“Now up the stairs."

I looked at the front door, my last chance to run. But as the thought crossed my mind, I knew he knew where I lived. I started for the stairs. He moved in close behind me. I walked up, turning to look over my shoulder.

"Keep going boy"

I turned back around and quickly went up the rest of the stairs, my arms and legs shaking. As I reached the top, I looked around, seeing the kitchen and hallway to my left.

"Last door on the left, go. He said calmness and control in his voice.

I walked down and walked through the open door and walked into his bedroom. The bed was all set up with a dresser against the wall. The window next to the bed faced right into my Step Dad's office. I could see him no more than 20 feet away staring at his computer. I rushed to the center of the room, not wanting to be seen.

"Sit down" he said, firmness growing in his voice.

I sat on the bed. Feeling how soft it was, I seemed to relax a bit. The feeling of calmness didn't last for long.

"Take your clothes off"

"What?! No way man!" panic had ripped through my body and I stood up, ready to bolt for the door.

His hand came quick across my face. The sting and force knocking me back onto the bed. I grabbed my face and held it where he had hit me.

"You do as you’re told without question. No back talk or bitching, now strip!" His voice had raised, more firm and there was a sense of danger in it.

I didn't know quite what to do. I tried to consider my options but he had at least 60 pounds of muscle on me, and clearly wasn't afraid to use force. I felt my phone start to vibrate in my pocket and thought to reach for it. He raised a hand again.
"I said strip boy! I am not in the habit of repeating myself."

I reached for my shirt and pulled it over my head, letting it fall to the floor. My chest exposed, I felt so small next to this man, and he seemed like a real guy in some weird way to me. Like I wasn't a man next to him. I reached for my shorts, and started to unbutton them. Pulling them off and kicking my shoes off. I hesitated and when I saw him just staring at me, I reached for the lip of my briefs. I stood up and pulled them off letting them fall to the floor. I bent down and pulled my socks off.

“Now pick up your clothes and fold them, and put them in the corner" pointing to the window across from my step father’s office was.

I bent down and began to fold everything, taking my time, scared of where this was leading.

"Hurry up boy, don't make me hit that pretty little mouth again."

I carried the pile over to the window, looking to see if Roger was looking up from his screen. He hadn't. I felt so weird bending over knowing a grown man was standing behind me, watching me. I rushed back to the middle of the room and away from the window. He turned around and went to his closet opening a box. He pulled a black jock from the box, with a collar and four leather bands. He tossed them onto the bed.

"Put those on boy"

I looked from the pile to him.

"Umm, I am not gay man. I mean I'll clean your house nude or something but I am not gay."

Again his hand like lightning. The pain was blinding. I fell to the bed. I looked up at him shocked at the force the man could strike with. I looked at the pile of leather clasps and the jock. I got up, and pulled on the jock, feeling my ass hanging out, somehow making it feel more exposed than before, I reached for the clasps and put them around my ankles and feel, feeling my cheek swell. I put on the wrist clamps and reached for the collar, looking at it for a second, and then strapping it around my neck. Feeling its tightness around my throat.

"Now, let’s get some things straight boy. You will call me sir; every response will end with sir. Yes sir or no sir, thank you sir. You will obey every command without question. You are my bitch boy until that collar comes off. I don't care of your gay or not, you will beg for more regardless. Am I clear?"

Looking up at him, not sure what to do. Feeling ashamed I feel the words escape from my lips.

"Yes sir."

"Good boy."

He reached into the box again, pulling out a black mask with two straps across the back.

"Put this on bitch."

I slipped the mask on, feeling so how relieved to be able to hide my face. I sat on the bed, waiting. Not knowing what was next.

"Now go get a six pack out of the fridge in the kitchen."

I stood up, looking at the window as I crossed the room and silently headed for the Kitchen. I opened the fridge and pulled out one of 6 packs. The cold air rushed against my mostly naked body. I shivered a bit. My nipples went hard. I took a breath trying to some up what was happening. Looking down at myself through the eye holes of the mask. It felt like I was looking at a stranger. I closed the fridge and walked back to the room, feeling the tight straps of the jock around my ass cheeks. I walked in and set the six back down on the dresser by the window.

"Bring me one boy."

I grabbed one of the beers and opened it, passing the beer to him. He grabbed it and took a big swig, staring at me as he did. Looking me up and down. I couldn't look at him as he did this. I feel like a piece of meat being appraised before purchase. I felt like a whore. He dropped his arm with the beer to his side.

"Come over here boy. Stand in front of me."

I walked up to him standing right in front of him. I could smell his musk from lifting boxes all day. He towered over me at this distance. I was only 5'8" and his 6'3" stature became apparent. I couldn't look into his eyes for fear. I could see his chest slowly rising and failing with his calm breath, unlike my own that was faster. My chest was beating quickly in my heart.

"Unbutton my shirt boy"

My hands responded faster than my mind. Before I knew what I was doing I had my hands around his top button. I slipped it through the hole, and moved to the next one, button my button. As I got further down I could see his chest being exposed, I could see the light dusting of chest hair that covered his big pecs. As the shirt fell open, I could see his stomach, firm but with a little pudge from all the beer I guessed. I pulled the shirt off his shoulders without thought, like I wanted to see the rest. He let the shirt fall down his arms and passed the beer from one hand to the other has the shirt hit the floor.

"Now the jeans boy"

I reached for the button my hands brushing his stomach as I did. As I popped it open and reached for his zipper my cock twitched as I pulled it down. I pulled his pants down and over his ass. Exposing his white briefs. The jeans hit the floor, and he stepped out of them. Kicking them back a bit. I could see the buldge in his briefs, it was massive. It was still mostly soft but I could make the head out inside his briefs. I could feel his breath on me the smell of the beer hitting my face. He raised the beer to his face, and just before taking a swig said.

"Keep going boy"

I reached for the band in his underwear and pulled them forward over his massive package, and down over his solid ass cheeks. I let the briefs go and they feel down his muscular legs. He kicked them back as well.

"Pick up the shirt and pants boy, fold them and put them over there." Pointing next to the closet.

I picked up the pants and shirt and folded them quickly and grabbed for the briefs. His hand smacked my bare ass quickly. The sting sharp and hard.

"I didn't tell you to touch those boy." I dropped the briefs and returned to my place in front of him. He bent down and picked up the briefs, shoving them into my face, over my nose and mouth.

"Take a deep breath bitch, that's what a man smells like."

I took a deep breath, smelling the musk and the ball sweat. It was strong but sweet in a way. I took three deep breaths before he threw the briefs by his other clothes.

He slapped my cheek, gentle but firm. "What do we say, hmmph? Letting you get a whiff of what real man smells like bitch."

"Thank you sir" the words didn't feel like my own. I felt small and feeble next to this man. I felt like a bitch.

"Now you get to taste it boy, get on your knees."

I knelt down and my face was level with his cock. I could see it was at least 7 inches soft. But as my breath started to hit the cock, I could see it begin to swell. He reached down and grabbed it but the base and started to slap me with it hitting my cheeks and lips. I could feel it getting harder with each slap.

"You like the man dick on your face slut?"

"Yes sir" was I could respond. I knew that I wasn't gay but somehow I seemed to mean those words.

"Stick your tongue out"

I stuck my tongue out, resigning to my face, I knew I was about to taste a cock for the first time, a man’s cock. Again I felt my cock twitch and swell a little at the anticipation. The first slap of his cock, right on my tongue, it was a little salty but soft. I could tell her was semi hard, must have been almost nine inches by now. He kept slapping it on my tongue, and I could see it starting to get moist with precum at the tip. He slapped it on my tongue a few more times, the salty liquid landing on my tongue. It tasted rather good. He reached down and grabbed my head and pulled it slowly onto his growing cock, I felt the head pass my lips and I opened my mouth wider for it. As it began to fill my mouth my cock swelled more, now semi hard, I couldn't believe what was happening to me. This is not what I had planned for my day by far, but deep down, I wanted it. I felt his massive member slide over my tongue as it reached the back of my throat. I thought he would stop once my mouth was full but he pushed hard, into my throat, I gagged and choked as it tried to push farther. My throat gave a little and he pushed harder. My eyes watered and I tried to breath but all I got was cock.

Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore he pulled back, enough for me the gasp for breath. Cock still sitting on my tongue. Then he slammed it in my mouth again, this time hard and without mercy. It hurt my throat but he didn't seem to care, he took a swig of his beer, a little spilling on his chest. He began to form a rhythm of fucking my mouth and it got easier to take, but still nearly have his cock wasn't able to fit. He banged at my throat like a battering ram, he seemed determined to make it all fit. Tears ran down my face, and I choked some spittle onto his balls. He kept fucking my mouth, moaning a bit as his cock head pierced my throat each time and swigging his beer. My cock was growing hard as the assault continued on. I could see his balls getting tighter. He slammed at my throat hard, only an inch of the ten inch beast was left outside of my mouth. He kept pounding it harder and harder, I felt his pubes began to tickle my nose and lips.

"You ready for your first load of man juice bitch boy?" he asked. Knowing it wasn't a question.

I moaned in agreeance knowing I wouldn't have a chance to talk. My cock fully erect I longed for his load. I wanted to know what his juice would taste like. He slammed at my throat getting it all the way in this time, and he fucked it hard. I could tell he was close and as I felt the first twitch from his cock he pulled back and sprayed his load on my open mouth, it hit my chin, my cheeks my nose and load after load landed on my tongue. As he finished he looked down at my cum covered face and laughed a little. He finished his beer in one swig, and told me to

"Wipe that mess off my face and to swallow it all."

I wiped the cum off my cheeks chin and nose and sucked it from my finger swallowing the salty creamy juices. It tasted so good, I wanted more.

"Clean my cock boy."

I sucked on his dick getting the last of the juices, knowing it would end soon. I couldn't believe the disappointment inside of me.

He stepped back and looked at me, his cock head popping out of my mouth.

"Not bad for a first time cock sucker bitch. You liked it didn't you, I can see that hard cock boy."

I felt embarrassed knowing I couldn't hide it, I didn't even know why I liked it but I did.

"Yes sir, I did."

"Good boy, cause there is a lot more stored up in these nuts for you. Now stand up, and bend over the bed boy."

I stood up and turned around, bending over the bed, my head resting on my hands. My cock still hard pressing against the rough material of the jock, feeling my ass being exposed to him.

"Spread your legs bitch."

I spread my legs apart, afraid of what was to come. I felt him put his hands on my cheeks, spreading them, and squeezing them. He slapped my ass, it stung but it was gentle. He slapped it again harder this time. I made small groaning sound. I could feel my cheek getting red and hot. He kept slapping it harder and harder, taking turns on either cheek. I kept gasping out with each strike.

"Does that hurt boy?"

"Yes sir!" I belted out.

He struck my ass with a full swing. I yelled out at the strike. I could hear him chuckle at the sound. I heard him step away again and he grabbed a beer, I heard it pop open and him swigging on it. He walked back to the box in his closet; I could hear him pull something out and few other things rattling around. Again he stood behind me. I felt something strike my ass with something like a whip. I called out as it struck me, trying to hold it in. it stung like fire on my cheeks. He used it to tap my balls through the jock. And then slapped my other cheek harder than before. I muffled my scream into my arms. Tears ran behind the mask and my cock soft now from the beating. I opened my mouth and put my teeth onto my forearm, he strike again alternating cheeks, and I bit down as he struck me again.
"You are starting to understand who is in charge bitch boy?"

"Yes sir! You sir!" I screamed back, preying the beating would end. He struck me again three times on each cheek with no wait in between. I could hear him drinking his beer. As his lips parted from the bottle, I could hear my cell phone vibrating in my pants. I had nearly forgotten about Jessica, but knew that had to be her texting. I looked to my pants. He walked over to them, and pulled my cell phone of my pocket.

"Who's Jessica boy?"

"My girlfriend, sir"

"Does she know you're a cum hungry bitch boy?"

"No sir, I mean, I am not."

"You are now bitch!"

Before he finished the sentence the horse crop I could see in his hand struck my ass again.

"Yes sir, I am sir."

He tossed the phone on the bed in front of me.

"Now text her back, tell her your busy serving your master by being a dirty cock sucking cum slut, and show it to me before you send it bitch."

"But sir, I can't, everyone would know." I looked at him with pleading in my eyes.

He wailed again on my ass, smacking it 4 times, and once right down my crack hitting my hole, I yelled out unable to hold back.

"Do it bitch!"

I picked up the cell phone, and beginning to type the words. Knowing this could change everything for me. I passed the phone to him after words were in. I saw him read the text and press send. My head fell to my arms again, feeling broken and ashamed.

He laughed again. “Now stand up and go over to the dresser."

I stood in front of the dresser, adjusting my mask as it had slipped a bit while lying on my forearms. I looked to the window, Roger still working at his computer. I prayed he would go downstairs, or at least not look out the window. I was in no position to disobey or recommend a better spot. I debated asking him to close the blinds.

"Um, sir, could you um please close the blinds sir?"

He walked over where he could look out the window. He saw Roger sitting at his desk.

"Is that your Daddy boy?"

"It’s my step Dad sir."

"Good, maybe he'll enjoy the show."

I was lost for words; I didn't know what to say. Knowing all Roger had to do was look out the window to see being our neighbors bitch.

"Now bend over the dresser boy."

I bent down and braced myself against the dresser. He returned to the closet again and this time he brought the box over to the dresser. He opened a drawer next to me, and pulled out a jar, of what I couldn't see. I felt him spread my cheeks, and then he spat on my hole, I could feel him rub it over my hole with his thumb. He pushed his thumb in I could feel as it gave way, it hurt, like a pain I had never known. I could feel it enter my ass. But as he got deeper I got a shiver of pleasure that ran up my spine. He pulled his thumb out, and I heard him open the jar, again I felt his hand spread my cheek, this time a cold wet substance was placed on my hole and he moved it around. He inserted his finger, it slid in much easier, and I could feel the pleasure as he pushed it in and out, he added another finger. The pain returned as I felt my hole being stretched. He added a third finger, and I moaned at the stretch, his rhythm picked up as he fucked me with his fingers.

The pain began to subside and he continued to stretch my hole. His fingers left my hole, and emptiness seemed to take their place. As if they were supposed to be there. I heard him rummage in the box, and I felt something larger press at my hole. As he pushed it in, my hole stretched to new limits to take it in, I mumbled into my arms as it pushed deeper. It must have been 7 inches long as it was driven into my hole, with no concern for the pain it was causing. As it reached the hilt, he began to pull it in and reinsert it, fucking me with this toy. The more he drove it into me the more I adjusted to its width and size. He began fucking my ass harder with the toy. Waves of pleasure mixing with the pain. A moan escaped my lips as he drove it in and out of me. I could feel him get closer behind me. He ran his heads through my head and pulled my head back as he fucked me relentlessly. I started to moan out louder.

"You like that bitch boy?"

"Yes sir." I responded between my moans. I had never felt anything like that before. My cock was hard again, and I was pushing back onto the dildo.

He pulled it out and set it down rummaging in the box again. I looked to the window, seeing Roger. He leaned back in his chair; he wiped his hands over his face. Tired of doing nothing. He turned his head toward the window, my heart skipped a beat. He peered as if trying to focus. His eyes met mine, and as the realization at what he was seeing struck his face, mine flushed with pure embarrassment. I wanted to run and hid in the closet, anywhere away from the window. He stood up, I assumed to close the blinds to the filth that was going on twenty feet from his office, but as he came closer to the window I could see a dirty grin on his face.

To my surprise he grabbed at his crotch squeezing his package. He leaned one arm against the window. His shirt rose so that just a sliver of his muscled belly was showing. Our neighbour stood up and placed something hard against my hole. It quivered at the feeling, knowing I would be penetrated again, this time with my step Dad watching, enjoying it even. As I felt the pressure of the toy press against my hole, it stretching to accommodate the clearly bigger toy I moaned out. It hurt again, making my hole stretch to new limits. I didn't know if I could take it. My moan started to turn to cries of pain. Still leaning against the window Roger was now squeezing his crotch with purpose through his jeans. As I felt the toy get smaller, and my ass take the rest in with easy, I sighed relief. Just then my neighbor looked to the window.

"Look who joined the fun. Looks like step Daddy here likes watching your ass being opened wide, don't he?"

"Yes sir, it appears so." The embarrassment clear in my voice.

"Why don't you give our friendly neighbor a wave, let him know he is welcome to enjoy the show."
I had given in already; I knew that disobeying with a large butt plug buried in my ass was nearly pointless. I raised my right hand and waived to my step father, over glad for the anonymity of the mask more than ever. Roger's smile grew, it was a dirty smile, and it was like I could feel what he wanted to do with me as it crossed his lips. I couldn't believe this perv had married my Mother. With his hand still applied to his clearly growing package he shook it in his hand. Clearly as gesture to me, like you would shake a bone at a dog before making him chase it. The neighbor laid a smack on my ass hard and firm, my ass cheeks clenched around the butt plug, sending shivers of pleasure up my spine as the sting faded on my ass. again he smacked my ass, repeated the process, my face contorting in pain then pleasure and then pain again as he struck me. The relief as the sting faded was nearly as pleasureful as the toy rubbing my prostate. The man pulled me up by my hair, grinding his cock against the base of the plug pushing it deeper. I moaned out this had been pure pleasure, the toy had pressed hard against my ass nut and it nearly drove me wild.

He pulled me up till my back was arched and my head nearly resting on his chest. The heat of his body was radiating onto my back, and I pushed my ass against his hard cock. I looked to Roger and he looked down at his own crotch and back at me. Then one handed he began to unbutton his strained jeans. As the button popped open the zipper opened of its own accord due to the pressure from his raging hard on. He took his arm of the window and removed his shirt slow, teasing me and the neighbor with his body. His bulging pecs and hard stomach reveled with a light dusting of brown hair. The shirt dropped to the floor. I had never looked at Roger any other than the old guy who married my Mom, but now with my ass full and a man making me obey his every command, turning me into a cock sucking cum slut, his body made my cock twitch with desire. I pushed back even harder against the man's cock, my will fading and my desire to be relentlessly fucked growing. I was truly in heaven, I couldn't believe it. To top it all off I couldn't wait for Roger to drop those jeans and show me his swollen member. I was craving cock.

"Your step Dad is a god looking man, boy. Bet you want to suck the juices right out of those nuts don't you boy?"

"Yes sir, I want my mouth full of cum sir."

"Yeah I bet you do boy, but you want your step daddy's cum don't you, you little fuck whore?"

"Yes sir" I said with truth, but it still made me flush, to say what was so wrong out loud.

The man reached down and pulled two little clamps from the box, and put one on my left nipple. The pain was sharp and I screamed out. He only chuckled. I could feel his warm breath as the laugh reverberated in my ear. He flicked the clamp, causing the sharp pain to return, after the clamp settled the pain dulled a bit, not much though. He flicked it again, as if waiting for me to be able to tolerate it before he sent the fiery shot of pain into me again. He reached for the other nipple adding another clamp to the right. The same fiery sharp pain ran through me as it tightened around my teat. I screamed out again, unable to hold it in. He slammed his hips into mine, and the pleasure shot ran up my spine as he flicked the right clamp. He timed it so fiery pain shot from my nipple, and pleasure waves rose from my ass. My mind was lost in the sensations. I was making sounds that were moans and screams fused together, and pain seemed to blend with the pleasure. He continued to slam his hips into mine, the toy driving back and forth across my pleasure centre buried deep in my ass, as he began flicking both clams. I was in a fury of sensation, my legs shook and my head spun.

He stopped with his arms wrapped around my chest, just below the clamps, his cock still hard, pushed against my ass. He took one hand and turned my head again to the window by my chin. As my eyes focused I could see Roger sliding his jeans down, exposing his black jockeys, tented with a large cock. Again he put his arm around my chest and thrust into my hips, I watched as Roger stroked his cock through the jockeys watching this man grind his cock against my already full hole. I raised a hand to the wall as the dresser began to shake from the force of his thrusts, watching Roger stroke his member to the scene before him, his cock no more than an inch from the glass.

The man pulled back releasing his embrace and moving his hips away, I took a glance back and saw him reaching for my ass. he pulled at the plug, it not wanting to give at first, but as he applied more pressure my hole began to stretch, again to what seemed likes it limits, and maybe beyond. As it reached the widest point I couldn't help it, I whimper and moaned, then it began to get smaller. A wave of relief hit me first, as my ass was returning to some version of normal size, but then the wave of emptiness returned. My asshole longed to be filled again. He slapped my ass; gentle this time, he squeezed my cheeks, and smacked them again. He placed his cock along the line of my crack, not entering me, just grinding it between my cheeks. He reached around and pulled on my nipple clamps. He was watching Roger watch us. I turned to see and Roger was toying with the band of his Jockey's. He was looking at me, as if right into my eyes.

"Show your Daddy that you want to see his cock."

I looked at the man, whose giant cock was teasing my ass, knowing soon it would be buried 10 inches deep inside me, fucking me with no consideration or mercy, and then back to Roger. I looked at him for a second and then made a motion simulating pulling his underwear down, over top of my jock. He stretched the band out at me, showing he understood, but only teasing. I took two fingers and lifted them to my mouth and licked up and down them simulating his cock. I couldn't believe my own actions. I was told to make him take them off, but I was coming up with the teases, this was me, begging my step Dad to show me his hard cock. I licked up and down each side, and then inserting them into my mouth like a cock, moving my head back in pleasure as I did. Grinding against the man’s cock as I did. Roger approved, he pulled the band forward again, this time over the tip of his large cock, and down below his balls. He pulled them down on each side, just below where his balls hung. He grabbed his big cock, at least 8 inches I guessed from the distance and shook it at me. Again I felt like a dog being teased with a bone.

The man grabbed me by the arms and pushed me towards the windows, I braced myself with harms on each side, my body pressed against the cool glass. My nipple clamps forced down, causing fiery pain again, and without warning he slammed his cock in my hole, ten inches deep. I screamed out at the intrusion, his bare cock deep in my hole. I screamed against the glass, it fogging up with my breath. I had no doubt Roger had heard the cry. I could see him beginning to stroke his fat cock to the sight of my teen body being abused for a man's pleasure. He instantly started to slam my hole with a fast and forceful rhythm. My body rising and falling on the glass as the pounding persisted, all I could see was Roger quickening his stroke on his hard meat, his face contorting with pleasure as he watched my ass impaled by this man’s fuck tool. My moan consistent with his thrusts against the window pane.

"Beg for my cock cum slut!" he yelled out, as he pulled his cock holding the tip against my hungry hole.

"Please sir! fuck my hole, I want your cock in me, use my hole! Please sir my hole was made for your cock sir."

"you want me to fuck you, cum in your boy hole while your step daddy looks on you filthy little whore? Is that what you want boy?"

"Yes sir, I cried out, please fuck me!" I wasn't able to finish the sentence as he drove the cock balls deep into me again, his rhythm harder and faster. The fuck me ringing out against the glass. Roger's rhythm picked up, he was getting close, and so was my master.

He pulled me back by my hips, pushing me down, bending me over. He pulled my hair back, raising my head so I was staring straight at Roger as he beat his meat to my pounding. He fucked me pulling me back by my hair and my shoulder as he drove his large fuck tool into my ass, I was moaning out, looking on Roger and his massive cock, thinking of wrapping my lips around it as his hot load shoots into my mouth. My own load building in my balls, heating up as he fucks my ass for his own pleasure. Just then Rogers cock began to twitch, his legs shaking, his load began to spray on the window. Seeing his hot load firing from his meaty cock, my cock began to fire its load, I could feel my ass tighten around my masters pounding cock. It drove him to climax, his hot load filling my ass as my own filled the jock the hoot semen coating my cock. The man gave a few more thrusts into my ass as he dripped his final drops into my cum cave. He withdrew his cock, the emptiness somehow warmed by his seed inside of me. Looking as Roger tossed his cock at the window, tossing the last drops of the juices onto the window. The man took a step back.

"Take that jock off and lick it clean boy!" he slapped my ass, as if a good game gesture.

I stood up, string the wet jock off. Roger still watching me as I took my only clothing off. I brought it to my face and licked the cum from the fabric. I tongued my way up and down the jock and even sucking after all the gobs were clean. I began wiping the cum from my cock and sucking it from my fingers watching as Roger watched me.

I turned around as I sucked the last drop from my index finger, it falling from my mouth slowly. The man grabbed another beer, cracking it and taking a swig. My back now to the window I watched as this beefy man raised the bottle to his lips and swallowed from the bottle. I admired his body and muscles and he drank. His cock limp and hanging off his balls. Like a snake waiting to rise and strike again. As the bottle parted from his lips he looked upon me naked and flaccid, half his size in weight and stature it seemed. He silently walked to the closet pulling a t shirt from the top shelf and a small circular object. He tossed them on the bed.

"Take that mask off, and put these on, along with that jock."

I walked to the bed, and grabbed the shirt, looking to him as I reached to remove the clamps. He nodded. I took them off placing them on the bed, and putting the shirt on. I looked down, in large red letters, it read 'owned'. I smoothed it over my chest. It was a good fit. Clearly this shirt wasn't meant for him. I picked the object off the bed. Looking at it. It was too small for my wrists, I looked to him. He nodded toward my cock. I opened the clasp and tightened it around my cock and balls. I retrieved the jock from the floor. I glanced quickly at the window. Still the cum ran down, but Roger was not to be seen. I placed the jock on, and walked before him. He walked to the corner and grabbed my jeans tossing them at me. He took my shirt and underwear, tossing them in the box.

"Finished getting dressed boy, and meet me downstairs."

"Yes sir."

I watched as he walked still naked from the room, beer in hand, his other hand was holding something, I couldn't see. His muscled ass was the last sight as he walked down the hallway. I got dressed quickly and met him by the front door.

I stood in front of him not daring to look into his eyes.

"My name to you is Master boy, but to others and in public you will call me Mr. Jacobson. You are mine now. You will do as I say, when I say without question." he raised his hand, my cell phone in the palm. “I will send you texts with orders, you will obey or you will pay the price. You are to wear the cock ring at all times except to shower. You will wear that jock every day, no other undergarment is necessary. You will ask permission before you jerk off. I am under Mr. M in your phone. Now go home, leave your ankle and wrists clasps here, but take the collar, when I give you a task you must be wearing your collar when you perform it. Do you understand boy?"

"Yes sir."

"Then get out."

I took the claps off and left them on the side table by the door, I ran home quickly, heading in the side door. I bolted for my room. Roger nowhere to be seen. I took the collar off and the shirt, putting them both in my bag. I grabbed another shirt and pulled my phone from my pocket. Looking at it, there were 7 messages from Jessica and two missed calls. He had turned it on silent. I fell back onto my bed, and let my thoughts flood my mind. What I had done, what I had begged for. Just then a knock on my door.

"Hey, you're back early, must have really tired you out, huh?"

"Yeah I think, I am gonna take a nap Roger" I responded my heart pounding fast.

"Alright sounds good, boy"

As he said the word, it seemed to be filled with knowing and teasing pleasure, my heart sank into my stomach, and I turned red all over. I heard his footsteps carry down the hallway.