19 December 2010

Merry ChristmASS, bitch boy!

By: humbleslave

The holidays were upon us. I had spent the last three months of my life
as the personal sex slave of Brittany Andrews and Chantz Fortune. By now
I was used to the chores, and the beatings, and constantly servicing and
being fucked by their various strapon dildos. However, I never got used
to the humiliating situations that they placed me in on a daily basis.
Little did I know the worst was yet to come.

I was trimming the Christmas tree, wearing nothing but six inch white
heels, matching thong, ball gag, and butt plug. "Hey slut, get up here,"
Brittany hollered from upstairs. I scurried as fast as the heels and my
bouncing tits would allow. "We're having a special party tonight, so you
need to get ready." With that, she cuffed my hands behind my back. She
then proceeded to tie a large red ribbon in a bow over my breasts. Then
she removed my thong, but left the butt plug. Lastly, she tied my little
dick back and fixed another bow atop my now flat crotch. "You are going
to make someone very happy as their Christmas present," Brittany laughed,
as she dragged me back downstairs.

She got out the now familiar leg restraints and cuffed my legs together,
and then cuffed one leg to the tree. About ten minutes later, there was a
ring at the doorbell, and Chantz and Brittany bounded down the stairs in
the sexiest Mrs. Claus outfits I had ever seen. Both were visions of
pure sex in their red velvet halter tops and short, red, fur-lined skirts
with matching red heels. "Hello gentlemen," Brittany said. "Do come in."
It took me a minute to recognize the voices of my gay brother Thad and
his boyfriend Tom. I knew I was in deep shit now. Let's just say I had
been less than kind to my brother since I found out he was gay.

Thad and Tom walked into the room, accompanied by my two best friends
from high school, Mark and John. Of course none of them recognized me,
but there were some catcalls and looks of general amusement and confusion
as they looked in my direction. No sooner had the men settled in and
started talking, (mostly about me, as if I wasn't there) then there was
another ring at the door, and this time I recognized the voices of Kara,
and three of my ex girlfriends, Sarah, Karrie, and Morgan. The four
women were ushered into the room by Chantz and Brittany.

"I'm sure you're all wondering why we called you all here today," Chantz
said. "As for you boys, I'm sure you're worried about Brad, and that is
why you came here. I'm sure Thad and Tom will be especially happy with
how he has turned out. Mark and John, you may just be amused, but at any
rate, I guarantee you gentlemen will have a fabulous time tonight. And
you ladies, I'm sure Kara has explained a little bit to you. You also
will have a fabulous time tonight, at Brad's expense."

"All of you may or may not know, a few months ago, Brad ran a foul of the
wrong women, she continued. "He was a womanizer and cheated on his wife
constantly. He was also a prick to most men, and I'm going to go out on
a limb here and guess that he was not a big supporter of your same-sex
relationship. At any rate, I am adult film star Chantz Fortune, and this
is my friend and fellow star, Brittany Andrews. We like to transform
macho men into sissy bitches and fuck them in the ass. This is where Brad
comes in." With that, Brittany and Chantz stepped back and motioned to
me. I looked down in shame, and my face burned bright red. "As you can
see, we've made some improvements," Brittany said. "He still has his
little dick, but he is ours now, and he loves taking it up the ass and
sucking dick now. Ladies, if you would please open the boxes under the
tree with your names on them." With that, each of the ladies unwrapped a
brand-new squirting strapon.

"This is the best gift EVER," exclaimed Kara. Sarah, Karrie, and Morgan
looked confused and a bit embarrassed. "Come on ladies, this is your
chance to get back at that asshole," said Kara. She stepped over the
rest of the girls, as did Brittany and Chantz, and each of them helped
one of the girls into their new weapon.

"Hey ladies, I think you forgot something," laughed Brittany. "There's
one more box, with ALL your names on it!!" She uncuffed me from the tree
and stood me up. "If you don't mind though, we're going to open her up,
and then you can use her as long as you want. Chantz took Brittany by the
hand and led her to the couch, where they both sat down. Each sat down,
and reached over to flick the other's short red skirt up, to revealing
matching long white strapons. Both goddesses spread their legs, Brittany
crossed her right leg over Chantz's left leg, as they motioned with their
fingers for me to come over. "Hey little bitch, why don't you come sit on
Santa's lap?" Brittany sneered.

I minced my way over to her and bent over, so she could remove my butt
plug. "I think I want to hear this bitch scream while we fuck her, don't
you?" Chantz implored. She got a positive reaction from the crowd, so
she removed my ball gag, and shoved me down on Brittany's cock. I
screamed, and everyone laughed. As I bounced on Brittany's cock, Chantz
slapped me in the face until I began to cry, which brought more laughter
from the crowd. "Look at her ride that cock like a pro," Chantz laughed.
"Someone's getting greedy, I want my turn." With that, she lifted me off
Brittany's cock, and rammed me down on her own, larger one. Before I
could let out another pained scream, Brittany had gotten up and stuffed
her cock in my mouth. They continued to fuck me for about ten minutes, as
the crowd looked on and added to the verbal abuse. I guess they must
have gotten tired, because Chantz rudely shoved me off her cock and into
a heap on the ground.

"I'm tired of being the man," sighed Brittany. "And I see some real men
in the room who could really fuck me hard. I bet even those fags would
love to get in here," she said, as she pointed to her pussy. Am I right?
Think about it, Thad. How great would it be to force your sissy brother
to watch you and your boyfriend fuck a pussy that he will never touch?"
she said, as she removed her strapon, and Thad and Tom's pants.

"And it looks like these two are ready to party," Chantz laughed, as she
saw Mark and John's pants tent. "Let's just remove those, too." So there
I was, in a heap on the floor, looking up at the four men on the couch
with their legs spread and their cocks out, Brittany and Chantz,
straponless in their sexy outfits moving toward the men, and four angry,
strapon-wielding ex girlfriends towering over me. "Ladies do with him
what you will," Chantz said.

With that, Chantz and Brittany looked at each other and simultaneously
bent over, flipped up their skirts, and nonchalantly sat down on Thad and
Tom's hard dicks. "You boys better do it right," Brittany snarled. Both
women removed their tops, and leaned over to make out with each other, as
they rode their respective cocks. I didn't have much time to enjoy the
show, as Kara grabbed me and took charge. She put me on my back on the
floor against the couch, got down on her knees, took both my legs in one
hand and hoisted them over my head, as she jammed her dick into me.
Karrie and Sarah slid in on either side of me, and jammed my mouth with
both of their cocks, while Morgan took a seat on the couch and attached
some nipple clamps and a connecting chain to my nipples. She took the
chain between her toes and then laid out Chantz and Brittany's laps as
they were continuing to get fucked. Chantz began pulling Morgan's hair,
and Brittany slapped her ass. This action, coupled with the up and down
motion of them getting fucked, caused a great deal of pain in my nipples.
My mouth and ass were stuffed, and my nipples felt like they were being
ripped off my chest.

I was afforded a brief respite, as the girls changed positions. I was
dragged along the rug by my nipples, as Brittany and Chantz shifted down
the couch to Mark and John's dicks, taking Morgan with them. Karrie kept
her spot in my mouth, while Kara and Sarah switched places, so she could
slam my ass. Sarah was by far the hottest girl I had ever fucked. At
5'2", 102 lbs and fake tits that were a large B cup she was a little sex
machine. She was full of energy and loved to fuck. Apparently that was
going to carry over, now that the shoe was on the other foot. She got
down on her knees and threw my legs over her shoulders, so she could get
the full ten inches into me. "Oh baby, you loved my tits, didn't you?"
Sarah laughed, as she grabbed hers. "I love yours. Look at those
babies!" she said as she leaned over and grabbed mine.

Somehow, I had noticed lack of pain in my nipples, as well as a cock
missing from my mouth. I looked over to see Karrie railing Morgan
doggystyle on the couch, while Brittany and Chantz were on the floor each
being double-teamed. Chantz was being taken in the ass by John and in
the mouth by Mark. Brittany had Tom in her ass and Thad in her pussy.
Sarah maneuvered me into doggy position as well, with Kara perched on the
couch, gagging me with her cock and torturing me with my nipple chain. I
was about to pass out from the pain, when Sarah rammed into me one last
time, and leaned forward to choke me as she did so. The last thing I
remember was a blast of cum in my ass and my mouth before I passed out.

"You are so fucking worthless," Brittany screamed, as she slapped me
awake. "You boys were wonderful. I am so fucking worn out. I haven't been
fucked like that in ages. And it was by your gay brother and his
boyfriend. God, you really are pathetic. Ok, everyone, it's time for the
grand finale. I will need your help, Thad." Thad stood up, and walked
over toward me, as Brittany and Chantz strapped their cocks back on.
Brittany bent over in front of Thad, and glanced back over her shoulder.
"I want in my ass, big boy," she growled, as she stepped back and sank
onto his cock.

"I want you like that," Chantz said to me. I dutifully bent over and
backed up onto her cock, impaling myself on her rod. Brittany and I were
bent over at the waist with our hands on the ground, our long, blond,
curly trusses getting in each others faces, getting royally fucked in our
asses. I could hear Chantz and Thad making out above us, and I foolishly
leaned in to see if I could make out with Brittany. Brittany somehow
dropped herself lower and took my nipple chain in her mouth. Then,
almost as if on cue, Chantz and Thad separated, grabbed onto their
respective bitch's hair and yanked back as hard as possible, driving
their dicks into the depths of our asses. Unfortunately for me, the
motion on Brittany's head caused the nipple clamps to be ripped clean off
my tits, causing me to fall to the ground in pain, and simultaneously
removing the invader from my ass.

The room burst into laughter. Even Brittany doubled over in laughter as
she continued to get slammed in the ass. Chantz wasted no time sliding
under me and jamming her cock into me reverse cowgirl style. I was in
too much pain to ride her, so she bounced me up and down. Brittany
stepped forward, so that my mouth was wrapped around her tool. I was in
quite the predicament, as every time Thad thrust into Brittany it drove
her cock down my throat, and caused her tits to slap me in the face, and
every time Chantz drove into me, the same thing happened. Finally, Thad
erupted into Brittany's ass. Brittany herself orgasmed and flooded my
mouth with cum from her cock. Chantz took the opportunity to drive one
last thrust into me, as she orgasmed and released the strapon's load into
my ass.

Everyone had started to clean up and put their clothes back on. "Thank
you everyone for stopping by," said Brittany. "We'll have to do this
again sometime soon. Brad has all sorts of wonderful outfits that I'm
sure you'd like to fuck him in. If you could do us one more favor before
you go. With that, she pulled out the spreader bar, and attached my legs
to it. Then she pulled my arms back through and tied them to the bar so
that my face was ground into the floor and my cum covered ass was high in
the air. I looked up to see her brandishing a large wooden paddle with
the word "Spank" engraved in metal studs. If everyone could give her
three hard swats on the ass before you leave, you can be on your way." I
remember Thad laughing and inquiring as to who the sissy is now, and then
I blacked out from the pain.

2 comments:

  1. If he was my bitch, she be wearing a Santa helper outfit, loan out for holiday parties! And other projects? Kathy.

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    1. Kathy, how about a very feminine frilly upped French maid for holiday parties, she will make a great serving "wench" after the party put your "sissy, bitch maid" too work! The high heels stay on! Or it's a trip to a far, far away truck stop! I'm sure the truckers, enjoy seeing her? Holly-daze

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