"Come on," he said, yanking hard on the leash and wrenching my neck. I let out a little involuntary yelp but didn't protest. I knew that this fetish generally dictated that I didn't speak. Aside from situations like those with Charles, I usually tried not to provoke any of the guys into being more cruel or sadistic than they already were.
The man holding the leash was about average height, and had rough and calloused hands that were gripped tightly around the end of the leash, his knuckles were almost turning white. His face was hardened as well, weathered from years of working outdoors, it seemed. He was probably in his 40s, maybe 50s, but it was tough to tell. Time and the elements hadn't been kind on his skin, although aside from that his features would have been almost pleasant, under other circumstances. He had steel grey eyes, a well formed jaw line and a full head of black hair.
"Come on, bitch, I know you've been in your kennel for a long time so you must have to go by now," he said, still yanking on my leash and pulling me towards the shower room.
Go where? What was he talking about? I followed him on my hands and knees until the carpet of the change room ended and the tile of the shower area began. We stopped just inside the door and he pulled my head so I was facing the toilet. Oh.
I did actually have to pee, so I started to shuffle towards the toilet. If this guy really wanted to watch me sit there, I may as well get it over with. As soon as I started for it, though, he yanked me roughly back.
"Not there," he said. "That's for people. Can't take you outside though, so we'll have to do it in here." He led me into the big open shower area, right to the drain in the center of the room. I looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. He just wanted me to piss on the floor?
"Go ahead," he said. That's what dogs do. He gave me a shove with one of his legs against my thighs to hurry me along. I wasn't too impressed with this and was just glad I only had to pee.
I got up onto my feet and squatted right above the drain, trying to relax enough to let my bladder go. I looked down at my pussy, most of which was hidden from my view by my dense pubic hair, but I knew that my lips were spread open and from where this guy stood, he probably had a good view. It made me feel a bit self conscious, never having done this before. My bladder was having a hard time letting loose.
"I don't have all day you little bitch mutt," he growled, giving me another kick causing me to lose my balance and fall over onto my side. "Hurry it up!"
I scrambled back onto my feet and tried again, willing myself to relax and let loose. I was finally rewarded when a stream of piss started to flow out of me, hitting the drain directly underneath me and splashing onto my feet. If I didn't know what it was, the warmth would almost been welcome, but as it was I was disgusted.
The man in front of me didn't take his eyes off of my pussy the entire time, lust glazing over him as he watched me urinate. No matter how long I did this job, the things that turned some people on never failed to amaze me.
When my flow finally ceased, I looked around for something to wipe myself with, but the only thing available was in the small room with the toilet we had passed earlier. The man saw me looking around and guessed at what I was thinking.
"Dogs don't wipe, but you're right, you should get clean," he sneered at me as he said that, as if I truly was a dirty animal that he felt obligated and annoyed with having to take care of all the time. He walked over to the shower handle and turned it on. I moved out of the way before the spray started as it would take a few moments to heat up and I was already cold from standing on the cool tile and being naked all the time.
This guy had other ideas, though, and he yanked hard on my leash, pulling me towards the water. I started to resist, but it was hurting my neck so I just went with it. I gasped as the frigid water hit my bare skin. I tried to move away from the water, but he had pulled the leash taunt so that there was no give, and then wrapped it around the shower handle, forcing me under the cold spray. I looked up at the handle and saw that it wasn't even turned to hot. Or even warm, for that matter. The bastard had left it pointing at cold.
I looked up at him and gave a whimper, but his eyes showed no mercy, the sneer from earlier still on his face. I decided to make the experience as quick as possible, so I squeeze some soap from the dispenser and washed my body off quickly. When I had rinsed, he reached over and turned off the tap. My body was shivering, and covered in goose pimples. My nipples were hard as rock and pointing out from my small tits, and cold water dripped down from my wet furry bush. At the very least, I was fully awake now.
In front of me, the man stood and had begun to undo his fly. He reached into his pants and pulled out his half hard cock. It looked to be about six inches in its current state. My teeth were chattering and I wondered whether he was going to expect me to blow him. If he did, I might bite his dick of accidentally.
"You poor dog, you're shivering," he said, but there was no kindness or pity in his voice. He sounded amused, more than anything. "Let me warm you up." He stepped forward holding his pecker and I looked up to see what he had in mind. As I did so, I was hit square in the face with a warm stream of urine. The fucker was pissing on me.
I hadn't been pissed on since Frank that one time, months ago, when he was furious at me for making a comment about the size of his dick. The warm yellow liquid rained down on me and I closed my eyes, turning my head away but it was too late, my eyes were already burning from being sprayed. Despite the fact that I was disgusted and felt like gagging, the warmth of the piss was actually helping my frigid body. The man was making sure to hit me all over, my back, my chest, my legs. Wherever it ran down my body, it left a trail of putrid heat that both disgusted and warmed me.
When he finally stopped pissing on me, I kept my eyes closed for a few minutes and tried to rub them with the palms of my hands which I had kept under me and away from his spray. When I finally opened them, I was greeted by the man with his pants around his ankles now, furiously beating off as he stared down at me.
I imagined that I probably didn't look much different than if I had just gotten out of the shower, which I had, since the wetness of his piss would have just merged with my already soaked body. The initial warmth of his spray had already dissipated, leaving me cold and shivering again. But if there was a silver lining at all, it looked like this guy was into pleasuring himself and wasn't interested in my helping him. That was good, because at the moment I just felt like vomiting. The smell of this guy's urine wasn't a pleasant one, and I wondered what he'd been eating lately.
"You like to be covered in my piss, don't you, you little bitch?" he said, all of a sudden. I looked up at him but didn't answer. I wasn't even sure if he wanted me to say yes or no. Was he the type of guy that wanted me to be upset and act horrified, or was he the type of guy that wanted me to act like I loved being degraded? Since dogs don't talk, I decided to stay quiet.
"I bet you do," he said, filling in the blanks himself. "I know you do. Little fucking whore slave sluts like you love to be treated like filthy animals. I know your type." His hand was speeding up and down along his hard skinny cock as he spoke. His eyes were glaring down at me, roving along my body like he owned it.
"Yeah. I know how many guys have used that slut body of yours, which is why I'm not going to touch it. You're a dirty bitch, pleasing every one of your masters with all the holes at your disposal and you love it, don't you? You disgust me." As disgusting as he claimed to find me, his hand was moving even faster now and I could see the head of his cock starting to bulge. This guy was an asshole, but I was doing my best to ignore what he was saying.
"Come here, come closer," he snapped. I shuffled forward until I was right underneath him. He reached over with his free hand and grabbed me by the blond hair on my head, yanking my neck back so that I was looking up at him. He stepped forward, his other hand still shuffling along his cock and then he let out a moan and shudder. His dick erupted in front of me, hot cum splattering into my face. I closed my eyes just in time, luckily righ
t before I felt him shoot across my eyelids. Two more hot loads hit me, one of them splattering across my closed mouth which I had no intention of opening.
Finally, the hand in my hair relaxed and fell away and I slumped forward, hanging my head toward the floor to let some of the sticky white fluid drip away. I wiped at my eyes before I dared to open them, and then my mouth so that I wouldn't have to taste this jerk's foul jizz.
Once I could see again I caught him just finishing closing up his pants. He immediately turned away and started walking out of the shower room. "You have three minutes to clean yourself up, then you need to get back into your cage. Charles told me I can't leave you out when I go, but I'm not waiting longer than three minutes for you to clean up. I'll come back in here and drag you by your hair if you're five seconds longer."
I believed him, so I jumped up and turned on the shower to the hottest setting, only waiting about 20 seconds for it to start to warm up. I shoved my face first into the lukewarm water and rinsed off his piss and cum, and then stepped under as the water grew hotter, silently counting in my head. After about two and a half minutes I turned off the water and ran to a little bin in the corner where Charles let me keep a towel for my daily shower. I quickly dried myself and then sprinted back out to the cage, the leash around my neck dragging on the ground. I luckily made it in time, and the man removed my leash and locked me back in my little metal prison without another word.
That was probably the worst of the encounters in the last while. I have noticed that the visits are occurring a lot more frequently now. I've been fucking or sucking at least four or five guys a day, often even more. There were a few days were I swallowed so many loads I didn't even eat dinner, I was so full of spunk. I didn't even bother spitting anymore, since so many guys wanted me to swallow. I never had anyone complain the other way, that they were upset I didn't spit it out.
There was one point where there were three brothers that came upstairs, I think it happened sometime last week. They didn't say they were brothers, but the resemblance was quite obvious. They got me out of the cage and I thought they were all going to take turns, which would have been kinky enough. I imagine most siblings don't want to watch their brothers or sisters fuck someone, but they surprised me by all fucking me at once.
One of them lay down and pulled me on top of him, impaling my pussy onto his thick and meaty dick after he had smothered himself with lube they had brought with them. He started to kiss me forcefully, and my nipples were rubbing up and down on his hairy chest as I bounced against his hips. Once we had a good rhythm going and my juices were flowing down along his cock, he reached under to wet his fingers and then slid them around to stick them in my ass.
I didn't mind, since anal play is something a lot of guys like and I was pretty use to it by now. But suddenly he removed his hand and I felt one of his brothers push me forward a bit so that my tits were now pressed even more firmly against the guy underneath me. Then I felt another thick cock pushing against my sphincter. Lucky for me, the guy going into my backdoor hadn't been a sadistic fuck, and it felt like he had added some of their lube before he went in. I'd been double stuffed before, but both of these cocks were very thick and the feeling was pretty intense.
I was moaning pretty good with my eyes closed, concentrating on the feelings in my hips. I thought that an orgasm was not far off, when all of a sudden I felt something push into my open mouth. My eyes snapped open to see the third brother was on his knees in front of me, pressing his own big cock between my lips. As soon as I closed my mouth around him and started to suck, he bellowed out to his brothers. "That's it boys, she's air tight!"
All of a sudden the thrusts in all three of my holes sped up, each of the brothers going as fast as they could in what I realized later was a race to see who could cum the fastest. The guy underneath me had a head start, but the tightness of my ass seemed to give the guy on top of me an edge, and I felt him spew his load deep into my bowels before anyone else.
At this point I was beyond the point of no return as well, and I started to cum shortly after he did. My moans were muffled by the cock in my mouth, and I had a lot of trouble concentrating on giving him a very good blow job. I wonder if that's the reason he was the last to cum, as the guy in my pussy started to shoot just as my orgasm began. Likely the convulsing of my hot vagina helped to milk him along. Once he was done and pulled out, my own body started to come down as well, and I was able to finish off the guy in my mouth, swallowing his huge spurts of jizz in great big gulps as I squeezed on his nuts.
All three of them thanked me before they left. It seemed like this was something they had wanted to do for a while, and they were really happy to have finally done it.
The only other encounter of note, in the last month, was that I pulled my first train. Charles came upstairs a few nights ago and told me there was a party going on downstairs for a bunch of his friends and that they were all going to come up in a few minutes to blow off some steam, but it had to be quick. To that end, he had me press my ass against the cage from the inside, and he used a length of rope to tie me to the bars around my thighs and legs. He told me to stay bent over, and then he squirted a large amount of lube onto his hand and smeared it all along my ass and pussy, pushing his slippery fingers into both holes and coating me well. Then he left.
He had tied me very tightly, and I felt like if this took too long then the circulation in my legs was going to be cut off. I couldn't move at all from the waist down. In fact, from the position I was in I could look back at my legs and the ropes tied around them were cutting into my skin, the flesh white where the cords bit into them. The lube against my skin was making my backside cold as the air circulating around the room touched the wetness.
Within a few minutes I heard a ruckus that got even louder as a hoard of guys poured into the room, all of them talking loudly and laughing. It got even louder when they saw me, my ass tied tightly to the bars of the cage with my pussy and asshole exposed and available to whoever was bold enough to go first.
My visibility was limited due to the position I was in, but I was able to turn my neck a bit to scan the crowd. I recognized a few faces besides Charles, there were a few of his friends that had visited me in the past. Everyone was sort of just standing and chatting and giving long lusty glances at my ass, but no one wanted to be the first to drop their pants in front of their friends and start fucking me.
Finally, a huge black man that I didn't recognize stepped forward and started to undo his fly. "Well, hell," he said, "I'll get this party started if no one else will."
As soon as he said that, though, another man stepped forward and put his hands up. "Hold on, we can't let James go first. He'll ruin her for the rest of us," he protested. I had an idea about what he met, but as James continued to put out his cock my thought was confirmed. James was huge. I mean, he was a monster and he wasn't even hard. Once he started to fuck me with that tree trunk, no one else would be able to feel a thing with their little saplings, and this guy knew it.
"We should go in order of size," he said. A bunch of the guys laughed.
"What are we, in kindergarten? Everyone line up by size for picture day? Fuck that. First come, first serve. Let James stretch her cunt out, that's fine, I'm starting the line right here for her ass."
All of a sudden, chaos ensued as everyone started talking at once. I saw James looking around at everyone arguing and then he just shrugged. He stepped forward, rubbing his cock with his hand. I just saw it starting to rise before he got too close to my ass, obstructing my view. I felt his hands touch my pussy and push a couple of fingers in, both of them sliding inside of me easily because of the lubrication. He rubbed them back and forth a couple of times and then withdrew them, replacing them with something much bigger.
He suddenly started to push forward and I felt his massive dick impale me. I let out a bit of a scream, half pleasure and half pain (thank god for the lube), and the room silenced quickly as everyone stopped arguing and s
pun around to see what was going on.
"Aww, shit," I heard the one guy protest.
The talking resumed now, but there was less arguing since James had already taken matters into his own hands and started to fuck me. Each inch of his big black dick filled me and then left a gaping hole with each thrust and withdraw. Within about two minutes I was completely loving it, and had forgotten about how I had an audience of at least ten other guys waiting for their turn. Each time the big man's hips touched mine, I inhaled sharply as my pussy was filled with his fleshy warmth, and then each time he withdrew I exhaled and silently urged him to push it back in.
Despite the fact that I was tied up and bent over in a very uncomfortable angle, my pussy started to tingle after a few more minutes of pounding from James. I was breathing heavy, and the walls of my vagina felt like they were on fire. As his hands started to grip my hips harder and his thrusts began to slam against me faster, I released my tension and let an orgasm start to rip through me. My pussy contracted and began to spasm around his huge cock, and this caused him to start to unload a gush of cum inside of me. Wave after wave came out of him and sprayed the inside of my womb, and I cried out in pleasure each time I felt another jet be released.
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