Chapter 6

“Enjoy it faggot!” my wife said to me as she held my head up by my hood.

“Aghh ... aghh ... aghh...” I grunted as Lars butt-fucked me.

“Make ‘em swing—ha ha ... love that!” Jackie exclaimed as she grabbed my bound balls which I could feel bouncing about wildly as I was bitched. She then let them swing again, with a look of delight on her face. I felt so happy for her.

“Ugg ... ugg ... ugg...” Lars grunted as he used my ass like a pussy. He hadn’t wanted this, I knew, but Jackie had insisted, apparently threatening to deny him her body if he didn’t accommodate her wishes, and yes, she had that power of beauty. Now, every time his balls contacted mine, I felt the heat and the humiliation of not being a real man anymore.

“Hold them still!” she commanded me as she grabbed my bound junk again. Of course, I couldn’t as this was entirely up to the bull fucking me, who she directed to continue to pound my ass. “Bad boy!” she exclaimed before punching my unprotected balls.

“AAHH!” I grunted, dropping my head down in pain, looking now between my legs, which allowed me to see my balls swinging about, unable to contact anything, accenting my humiliation.

“Ugg ... ugg ... ugg!” Lars kept grunting as my wife continued to encourage him with kisses and caresses.

“What a little dicked faggot!” My wife declared as she pulled my head up again. “Say it!”

“Ahh ... I’m a little dicked faggot!”

“Yeah—who’s your goddess?”

“You’re my goddess!”

“Fuck him harder!” she commanded Lars as she pushed my head away, sending him into overdrive and my balls into a sustained spin, which Jackie laughed at to the point of falling back on the bed in a fit.

“UGG ... UGG ... FAGGOT!” Lars grunted down loudly at me, obviously inseminating me. I closed my eyes in total capitulation to this bull and master, which my wife laughed at.

“You wanted it—you got!” she whispered into my ear before punching my balls again.

“OOHH!” I grunted as Lars pulled his cock out, allowing me to watch my balls settle down as I looked under me.

“Don’t forget the cleanup,” my wife said to Lars, who looked reluctant about what was coming, but my goddess was persistent. “The bitch will never be able to look you in the eye again—enjoy it!”

“Yeah,” Lars said with a smile then stuck his filthy cock into my mouth, cupping the back of my head for leverage like I was your standard cock-sucking bitch. I was now, I knew.”

“Do a good job,” my wife whispered into my ear as she took control of my head.

“ACCKK!” I gagged as she forced his cock deep, right up to his balls.

“Don’t you puke!” she warned. “Relax your throat, take it deep ... good boy ... good boy. Now suck hard ... harder ... get it all clean...”

“Mmmphh ... mmmphhh...” I breathed around his cock, relishing the attention she was giving me. I was her total bitch.

“Enough!” Lars declared as he backed off and grabbed a towel, wiping his face and chest first, then my spit off his cock. “Happy baby?” he asked her.

“Yeah—but he needs more practice, I don’t want to be embarrassed at parties if he can’t suck properly. Now take a shower—and let’s fuck, so he can see what he’ll never have again.”

“Sure, baby,” Lars replied as he headed for the shower.

“I want you to cum in his mouth—so be prepared.”

“Baby!” Lars complained.

“It will be fun!” she exclaimed as she followed Lars, pausing for a moment to look back at me and wink, cruelly as she stuck her naked ass toward me for a moment.

I wanted to worship her even more now!

“Dad am I being too cruel to you?” my stepdaughter, Rina, asked as I served up breakfast for her.

“Not possible, miss,” I assured her.

“You like the pain, huh?”

“I like the attention that comes with it,” I explained, “I wouldn’t get that otherwise, miss.”

“What? Why not—we could talk more ... go to movies together, do stuff.”

“Yeah miss, maybe—but is that what you really want?”

“Ahhh ... wow ... I guess you are boring,” she said slowly after giving my question some thought. “Well, what about mom?”

“Same ... maybe...” I said with a shrug.

“Hmm,” she said, giving me a long stare before saying, “You’re too old for her, huh? No fun anymore, I get it.”

“You got it, miss,” I admitted. “I live for her attention, getting it anyway I can.”

“So, you’re worried she will leave you?”

“Yeah ... wouldn’t you leave a boring old man.”

“Hell yes! But ... you’re not so old dad.”

“Thank you, miss.”

“You’re welcome ... bitch!”

“Yes, goddess,” I replied as I got down on my knees and began kissing her shoes. She said nothing as she ate and stared into her phone for a few minutes. “Get the dog masks for my party?” she eventually looked down at me to ask.

I paused my kissing of her shoes to say, “Yes, my goddess,”

“Good! All the stuff?”

“Four sets, goddess.”

“Probably need only three...” she said absently as she went back to staring into her phone. “Nadia is bitching out, which leaves only Wendy and Olivia ... and of course Amala. She’s been begging me to get this party scheduled—what a goth-bitch!”

“Yes, goddess, may I please suck on your toes?”

“Hmm,” she replied absently as she kicked off a shoe and stuck her socked-foot into my mouth, almost forcefully.

“Mmmphhh,” I moaned in near ecstasy.

“Lars taking her to Vegas next weekend still, right?”

“Ah-huh,” I moaned, wondering now how much of a risk this party was going to be for me. Rina was fifteen, Amala maybe sixteen or seventeen, who I prayed was at least partially legal to be with in this state. It was easy to picture myself in prison now, getting fucked in the ass as Lars and Aaron had already taken my cherry.

“You’re such a fucking cuck!” she exclaimed as she looked down at me.

My humiliation level wasn’t apparently high enough at the moment to prevent me from volunteering, “Lars fucked me up the ass.”

“OMG!” she exclaimed before chuckling. “You’re becoming a doormat...”

“Yes, goddess!”

“Hmm, what can I do for you to get you there, bitch?”

The question caused me to look up at her in disbelief and amazement as goddesses rarely allowed feedback, I’d come to believe. I was flabbergasted, and couldn’t think of a thing, which I found super frustrating as I often fantasized about this exact situation.

“What—come on ... I’ll do it?”

“Oh, goddess...” I whined, “ ... I’m worried you’ll be disgusted with me...”

“Already there! Now what—hurry up, bitch!”

“Ahhh ... ahhhh...” I panted, desperately trying to figure out how far I could push her. If I went too far, I could lose this awesome relationship in a heartbeat.

“Hurry...”

“Um ... piss in my mouth, please ... goddess...”

“Wow! That’s it!” she said as she kicked off her other shoe and then stood up while pointing to the floor in the center of the kitchen. “Lucky, I haven’t pissed yet,” she declared as she slid off her yoga pants and then her panties. With socks still on, she squatted over my now prone form, putting her pussy just above my face, giving me a glorious view.

“Uuughh...” she groaned, obviously trying to start the stream. “Uuughhh ... buy me a car, bitch ... uuughhhhhh.”

Pssssss!

“Ackkkk ... ohhh ... ackkkk...” I choked as golden delight was fed to me.

“Oohhh, that feels weird,” Amala complained as I slipped a fake dog-tail plug up her wide ass, having already bound her knees and wrists together in a crisscross pattern, using the cuffs and chains that had come with this puppy kit. Rina had found the kit on Amazon, of all places, and had me order four of them for her party. The included rubber puppy masks were particularly impressive.

“You can’t talk!” Rina complained as she pushed a gag into Amala’s mouth, attaching it to the mask via a set of Velcro pads. I was already $750 into this party with these masks alone, but wasn’t unhappy about it, in fact rather thrilled at the quality of this product.

“Ruff!” Amala barked via the little bark-speaker attached to the gag, making both of us laugh.

There was a male bark device and a female bark device, which I was sure was going to be fun for the girls, should Rina actually involve me. So far, I had a puppy hood on, same as Amala, which completely hid our identities, but I had yet to be bound with the knee-to-wrist cuffs and chains. Rina needed her fulltime bitch functional for now was the reason.

“Put your strap-on on,” Rina told me as she handed it to me, this after adjusting her own strap-on. Mine was for males, and so sat above my cock, allowing me to perform, but not with my cock, but rather the dildo above it. “Try it out,” Rina told me once I had it in place.

Kneeling behind Amala now, I then handed the remote to Rina, who then switched on the vibrating dildo attached below my belly. It rumbled strongly as I pushed my fake cock against Amala’s panties, admiring her wide firm butt and large bound tits. Rina had attached nipple-clamps with thin chains to Amala’s nipples, so now she could lead this submissive bitch around like a real dog. We all three loved this fact.

“Ruff!” Amala barked as I pushed the fabric of her thin panties into her pussy, leaving a wet spot behind as I withdrew.

“Put your pink cock-cage on,” Rina told me as she pulled it off a shelf. We were in my walk-in closet, which now had shelves displaying a very wide range of sex toys.

“I don’t have the key to this, miss,” I told her as I lifted up my junk, bound currently by a spiked metal chastity cage.

“Pull it off—I know you can, bitch!” Rina commanded with a smirk.

“Ughhh...” I groaned as I began forcing my balls out of their hoop, one at a time. “Fuck!” I exclaimed in pain as I slipped the whole thing off.

“Good, bitch!” Rina told me as she handed me a pink one, which I quickly put in place, then happily handed her the key.

“Go get in the cage!” Rina said hurriedly when we heard the front doorbell ring, this as she started leading the now crawling puppy that was Amala.

I’d bought this huge kennel, that I was now in, for my wife to put me in long ago, but she’d only done it once, so I just ended up storing it in the garage until this moment. Rina had thrown a sheet over it at my suggestion, so now I lay quietly within it, in a corner of the living room, as I watched through a gap. Two lovelies had just arrived, and we’re currently fawning over puppy-Amala.

Rina wasted no time in handing out big plastic cups filled with vodka and orange juice, making me wonder how long this party could last before all three would be passed out on the sofa. When she produced a small funnel, and then inserted into a small round hole in Amala’s gag, she got some weird looks and a lot of laughs.

“OMG, girl!” Olivia exclaimed as Rina poured some of her drink into the funnel.

“Puppy’s thirsty,” Rina said as she slurped from the cup herself, then spit slowly into the funnel, declaring, “Got to wash it down!”

“Ohhh ... wow...” Wendy said slowly as she watched, transfixed.

“Just remember we’re going to play a game to see who puppies next,” Rina warned.

“I am not playing!” Olivia declared with hands on hips, “Nadia didn’t come—so the odds are one in three! Do the math, bitches!”

“So, one in four was, ok?” Wendy asked, rhetorically.

“Yeah ... you two play if you want!”

“Get Nadia over here!” Rina told the two, “Why can’t she come—seems like she always does this!”

“Her moms nuts ... something about chores she says,” replied Olivia.

“Then she can come later!”

“Maybe.”

I watched as the three began putting on the lingerie Rina had laid out, painfully feeling my cock strain at its cage as I did so. It helped placate me some when I continuously rubbed my balls, but it wasn’t really like jacking off, which I longed to do at this moment. They were so hot!

“Walk, doggie!” Oliva commanded puppy-Alama, who I’d put some kneepads on for just this occasion. The puppy crawled as Oliva drove her via the nipple clamps by pulling on one, then the other this until she caught sight of the strap-on Rina had put on.

“Girl, who is that for?” Wendy demanded to know with a chuckle.

“Puppy training!” Rina exclaimed, “Anyone want to suck my dick?” she asked in a masculine voice, getting the two other girls to fall into fits of laughter.

“Is there someone in there?” Wendy asked as she climbed back to her feet and pointed toward the cage I was in.

“My stud!” Rina declared. “When my little puppy’s ready I’ll breed her,” she added as she stroked puppy-Amala’s tit. “Check these out, guys—they weigh like five pounds!” Rina said as she lifted up one of Amala’s tits then let it drop suddenly, making it juggle around for a second. The other two came over, then did the same, snickering as they did this repeatedly.

“I am so fucking jealous,” Wendy admitted as she sipped her drink.

“Yours are nice,” Olivia commented as she led Amala around.

“Puppy nice,” Wendy snarked, causing her to spit out her drink as she laughed.

“You just volunteered!” Rina declared to her friend, who shook her head no, several times.

“Fuck,” I muttered in disappointment, under my breath, really wanting her to volunteer in the worst way. But I had to settle for the girls taking turns leading puppy-Amala around, and occasionally spitting into the poor girl’s funnel. This got the whole vibe in the room to change.

“Let’s test her readiness,” a slightly tipsy Rina said as she knelt with her strap-on down behind her puppy. With a quick tug of the strings holding Amala’s panties together, she got them to fall away, revealing a shaved puppy-pussy, which she lost no time in jabbing her strap-on at.

“Ooohhh...” Wendy exhaled as she sipped and watched Rina rub her cock up and down Amala’s slit.

“You’re not going to...” Olivia said in shock as she plopped down on the sofa, just as the head of Rina’s cock disappeared between Amala’s pussy lips.

“Gooood girrrllll...” Rina cooed as she pulled back a little, then pushed back in, getting an odd sounding “ruff,” out of her puppy.

“OMG!” Olivia said as she leaned closer, “She is a bitch...”

“Fuck,” Wendy breathed as she stared.

“A little faster ... umm ... your so wet puppy ... little more ... ummm...” Rina cooed as she did very slow thrusts, going ever deeper. The other two were quiet now, watching in disbelief as Rina increased the rate until it was truly a fuck.

“Rfff ... rfff ... rfff...” came the sounds from Amala’s mask as she held her head down, this in rhythm to Rina’s thrusts.

“God, she’s totally into it,” Olivia declared as she rose and then squatted down beside the puppy, pulling now on the nipple clamps. “Can she have an orgasm like this?”

“Aghh ... aghhh ... aghhh...” Rina grunted, “Let’s see! Pull hard on her nipples!”

Olivia did as asked, and so Amala had her huge globes extended past her arms now, which looked a bit painful to me, but I wasn’t about to complain. Wendy then knelt beside Rina and whispered, “I want to try that when you’re done.”

Slap! Slap!

“Cum bitch!” Rina demanded after slapping Amala’s white ass cheeks hard, causing them to redden. “Cum on my cock—bitch ... others are waiting!”

“Fuck,” Olivia said with a shake of her head, “Not doing that!”

“Your loss!” Rina panted as she rode fast then seemed to suddenly tire. “Go for it...” she breathed to Wendy as she pulled her cock out and fell back on the carpet. Rina then sat up a little so that Wendy could help her get the strap-on off. Moments later, and Wendy had it on.