Chapter 8

There were a whole host of possibilities and my mind was ablaze thinking about what I should do right now and whether or not Betty had set me up to fail.

My own insecurities were working double time on me and suggesting that it was better not to get my hopes up that any of her offer was true.

At the same time, had I not been invited on a tag-along and got to fuck some millionaire’s wife and her daughter right in the ass? Had I not just spanked Hayden’s ass until she blubbered and cried? Hearing her call me Master had been intoxicating. I wanted her to look at me with those same vulnerable eyes and plead for me to continue again.

She wasn’t doing that now. She had a look of annoyed mischief on her face while at the same time trying to get me to drop my guard and just fuck her and her sister to satisfy their horny cravings. It made me feel paranoid like they were trying to manipulate me but I couldn’t figure out the angle or maybe they were just sluts who liked cock and any dick would do?

I wondered if I just waited until Betty woke up then I would know for sure. I was afraid that they were right and I’d be kicked out and that would further my shame. I thought what was the harm in fucking them both if that is what they wanted but now they seemed to no longer be interested in that either.

I didn’t have to be home because my parents knew I was over here and actually approved of it thanks to Betty’s phone call snow job.

I also realized though just like knocking on the door to ask Betty to put the girls back in line that it would seem weak if Betty woke up and saw them lounging around on the couch. She would never let me be in charge if I didn’t show authority. I have never even had a job before so I didn’t have a lot of understanding of what I should do. I have seen substitute teachers come in and the class totally haze and disrespect them when they never would act that way for our regular teacher. I tried to think about ways I had seen substitutes turn that around and get control of an unruly class but in retrospect I don’t think they ever did.

Hayden lit up a bong and passed it to her sister. They stopped touching me like I was gross since I wouldn’t play along. They could so easily turn on and off their desires. I was still sporting a boner and I buckled my pants.

I will be the first to admit that I don’t understand how a female mind works. I was trying to apply my own logic to how they operated and that may be where I was going wrong. If the two of them were just horny sluts who craved any dick then why stop touching me? I had almost caved to their desires. Had they become turned off that I was resistant and I lost my chance? Had they been trying to trick me? I was so uncertain.

“Put down that bong and get back in the corner, now!” I did my best impression of my Dad trying to tell me what to do. It didn’t scare me when he shouted and with my squeaky voice it didn’t come out right at all. I had to try something and talking loudly and pointing seemed like a good idea at the time.

Hayden laughed and the smoke from the bong hit rolled out of her mouth and floated around. Waverly hit it next.

“I am fucking serious! You need discipline! You said it yourself! We are going to make this work!” I told her. I was trying to channel my mom now. She would nag you until you did what she told you. It usually worked.

“You are right, I do need discipline but your bony ass can’t give it to me unless someone else makes me. Respect is earned, just like ass it is never free,” Hayden seemed to be quoting her mother.

Waverly high fived Hayden. “I’d give you discipline little sister but I am too baked right now,” she laughed.

Hayden put the bowl of the bong between her legs and pulled her pussy lips out and then hit the bong and blew the smoke into her own pussy. “You want to know what I think?” she asked as the smoke curled around her pussy and floated around her thighs.

“No! I do not want to know what you think and address me properly!” I said in my dad voice. I still wanted to turn this around and take back over. I don’t know why I thought that would work. It didn’t.

“I wonder who has the bigger pussy. Me or you?” she giggled as she showed me her pussy flaps and Waverly high fived her as they blew smoke at me. “I bet if we threatened to tell your mommy you stole some panties at Wal-Mart you’d do whatever we told you!”

They were blackmailing me? I had never been blackmailed! I had never done anything worth blackmailing over. I was definitely worried about what would happen if they did.

“Look, the little bitch is scared! Some Master!” Hayden laughed and Waverly did too.

She was right. I could not Master my way out of a wet paper bag. I had absolutely zero conviction in my voice and I couldn’t fool myself into thinking I knew what I was doing any more than I could them.

I stood up to leave. I was going to just get the fuck out of this crazy house and away from these crazy bitches. I don’t smoke weed. I didn’t want that smell on my clothes. I didn’t want these crazy women playing with my head. I was going to cut my losses.

At the same time, I was walking away from a bare pussy staring me right in the face – even if the girl attached to it was laughing at me and that was hard to walk away from for a guy like me. I also felt and I know this sounds strange but I felt this sort of obligation that I had to watch them at least until their mother work up. It was like I was the babysitter and I had to at least do that much for Betty.

Betty had said so many nice things to me even though she may have been on Ambien. I didn’t know much about that pill but I knew it could make people act crazy.

I will also be honest – this had been such a rollercoaster of an adventure that I wasn’t ready for the ride to end. I definitely didn’t want to go out like this!

“Don’t let the Good Lord Split you where the door hit you,” Waverly was a little high already and giggled that she had mixed up that expression about not getting hit where God split you (in the ass).

“Smell you later, Masturbator!” Hayden said cruelly. That really hurt. I thought she did like me.
I started to walk out into the kitchen and they continued to throw barbs and put downs my way.

“Bye Sir!” Hayden coughed as she hit the weed like she didn’t care if I left as long as I left quickly.

“He owned the pussy or the pussy owned him?” Waverly took another hit.

These insults were making it a lot easier to walk out that door and never back despite everything I just told you about any obligation to make any of this work that I thought I felt.

I looked around the kitchen. I wanted to break something or somehow show that I wasn’t going out like a chump. I knew if I did break something then I would really be on bad terms and they would never let me come over again. I am also not the kind of person who breaks things in anger so instead I looked around the kitchen for an idea or an inspiration.

I found the whip that I had used on Ashley earlier lying on the tile floor. It felt good in my hands. I held it like a Jedi Lightsaber.

At first, I was just going to take it. I realized they probably wouldn’t notice and just think it rolled under a chair or something but I wanted to hurt them in some way like they were hurting my feelings. Taking something they wouldn’t miss wouldn’t accomplish that at all. It would just seem petty.

“Still here? What are you doing? Playing with your little dick or staring at my tits?” Hayden laughed from in the living room so hard at me that I couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t see me in the kitchen but I flipped her off in silent frustration.

“He probably can’t find the door because it is smaller than your asshole,” Waverly teased her sister.

“Is that it? Do you need me to hold your dick and lead you through the door?” Hayden launched another insult at me. They were teaming up against me instead of attacking one another!

I made a decision and I came in swinging that whip like I was Indiana Jones and this was the Temple of Doom. You know that scene though where he is whipping it around expertly and the guy just pulls out a gun? Well it was like that except instead I clumsily broke their bong and made a total ass of myself.

My bad – I completely destroyed the bong and the glass got everywhere. That was really irresponsible of me and I regretted that immediately. The girls looked terrified at first.

I think what I wanted to happen was that the girls fall in line and at the last minute respect me. I think that would have been really cool if that did happen. You know this would be a good fantasy story if it did. I come charging in waving the whip and the girls are all like “Be your slave and do what you say? Well okay! Now that we see you are serious Law-dee-dah!”

Maybe I could hypnotize them or magically wish upon a star or something and they would become my sex-zombies. This all flashed in my mind as I came charging into the room full-on rushing headlong with my valiant attempt at fixing this with a single grand gesture and crack the whip and the girls just do what I told them without giving me a problem.

Real life isn’t always like your fantasies.

Instead, Waverly’s face turned from a happy goofball getting high to terrified that I had attacked them like a Ninja. I instantly knew I had made the wrong choice when she looked up at me in shock and gasped. I felt like a crazy stalker or nutjob because that is probably how it seemed when I charged them.

So what now? Run back out and try something again?

Nope. Real life isn’t always like your fantasies.

You know in cartoons how someone gets angry their eyes turn yellow and the red veins pop out? Their forehead starts to expand and then they grow claws on their finger and shred you like the Tasmanian devil in a fit of rage?

That happened.

Waverly went from terrified shrieking stoner to being a really pissed off bitch with bong water all over her favorite shirt! She was twice my size if you count her boobs and she was angry.

Hayden who was a big girl herself looked angry too! She was bleeding from a small piece of the bong glass that shattered and hit her on the tit. It was nothing serious but drawing blood brought out this look of unbridled rage on her face that truly frightened me and I never wanted to face again.

First they called me all kinds of names and told me they were going to shove my head directly up my own ass for destroying their favorite bong. Then they launched themselves at me in what felt like a coordinated aerial assault over the coffee table.

It was now a full on brawl and I was not prepared.

The two slutty girls came at me like world class wrestlers in a tag team cage match. I don’t even know what hit me. Hayden’s big tits slammed into me on one side and then Waverly came at me from the others side so I guess that is what hit me and it hit me hard. They pulled me on to the ground and they didn’t just slap they pulled hair. They yanked my hair and called me a little bitch. They spit in my face, kneed me in the groin. They stepped on my dick and took my pants down. They kicked me from every angle.

All I could do was minimize the damage by putting my arms in places where they were scratching, pulling, slapping, even biting some times. I don’t mean a love bite like that millionaire’s wife (which still had not healed) I am talking about biting me as if to draw blood.

They didn’t punch close fisted but that made it all the more humiliating to get my ass kicked with slaps. They both probably had a hundred pounds on me and I was surprised that they were not only agile but strong as fuck. They put me in a headlock and yanked my hair. They plugged my nose and spit in my mouth. They held me down and started to give me grade school level punishments like slapping my belly until it was pink and sticking their wet fingers in my ears.

They did this to me because they could and I couldn’t fight back with them pinning me down. They didn’t have to fight me hard anymore and hurt me. They were playing with me in these humiliating ways to demonstrate how little of a threat I actually was to them.

They were humiliating me while hurting me in a way that was not nearly as cool as the spanking I gave Hayden. This was just silly-shit. They knew I couldn’t fight back and even if they let me up they would just knock me back down and do it over.

It made me want to cry and get the fuck up out of there but I couldn’t go anywhere.

I was stuck.

“He wanted to fuck us, we should fuck HIM,” Hayden pulled out a dildo. I knew exactly where she wanted to stick it and honestly I think I was in no position to just Hulk my way out of this situation and break free. Waverly told her she had a strap on in her mom’s room and Hayden said not to wake her because she was still high as fuck.

“Fine, this will do!” Waverly held the dildo up to my face and made me clean it with my mouth. It tasted like pussy, cum, and floor hair. They held me down and told me that I’d be tonight’s entertainment on their webcam channel.

“You should see what we do to Mr. Stone; you’ll get a freebie performance!” Waverly assured me that I was going to be hurt and hurt bad.

“Maybe you should eat some beans, you know how you love to rip farts,” Hayden smiled and Waverly put her ass in my face and let one rip right on my nose. They had come together in total solidarity to whip my ass.

“What the fuck is going on out there?” Betty slurred from her slumber. “You bitches farting all over the place out there?”

“Yes Mistress Betty,” Waverly patronizingly answered her mother and held her hand over my mouth.

She told her I was giving her an enema. I didn’t even know what that was. I had only vaguely heard of one.

“Good, Waverly you are so full of shit, you need it washed right out of your fat ass!” Betty groaned from inside the bedroom.

“Yes Mistress, thank you!” Waverly answered her mom and then started slapping the fuck out of me.

“You are going to eat this nasty ass! How about a couple big farts!” she put her big butt right on my face and positioned her asshole right over my mouth. She started to fart and I was afraid she was really going to poop on me. They pulled my pants off and started squeezing and poking my dick and told me to get my mouth open.

“Wash my asshole with that tongue. I want to Hayden to be able to eat gummi bears out of my dookie hole,” she said.

“Nobody wants to eat gummi bears off that stank ass of yours,” Hayden joked with her sister and laughed that she was making me. I did put my tongue on her butt. I would have gladly done it if she told me she liked it.

Waverly laughed that she was going to make me eat gummi bears and tell her that I wanted more.

It wasn’t until she farted right in my mouth and I began to choke that I started to gasp and my face turned red.

“Don’t be coughing and sneezing up my dookie hole or I’ll lift my leg and give you something to really worry about,” Waverly said with an accent like she was a black hood rat girl. Waverly had been shifting back and forth in her accent from this sexy-sassy Carolina southern girl to a black hood rat girl as she talked down to me.

“The little perv was really going to town on my back door. I wish I had a hundred grand bar to drop down your cock hole,” Waverly told me she wanted to basically poop in my mouth because I disgusted her with my weakness.

She asked her sister if the Hundred Grand Bar was the chocolate candy bar with nuts in it and I knew she meant a turd. Hayden laughed and said that whatever she put in my mouth would definitely have nuts in it.

“Probably some corn too!” Waverly chuckled in agreement and said she probably had a lot of cum packed up there as well to get out. “You love eating cum don’t you fag-boy?” she asked and wiggled her massive butt flat on my face and crushing my nose with her ass hole.

Waverly said the only reason she hadn’t shit on me was she didn’t have to go but she said they had a long time before their mom woke up and would have fun kicking my ass until then. I was terrified – I won’t lie. At this point, I was gasping and I would have surrendered and just ran away if I could have. I couldn’t move.

I squirmed and tried to escape but they had me pinned down and completely vulnerable. This sucked and I mean things with the girls had gone from being awesome a few hours ago to being terrifying.

Waverly flipped me over face down and spread my ass cheeks effortlessly like I was a rag doll. I could put up no resistance. She slapped my ass cheeks hard at an angle under the buttocks and then held me apart tightly.

“Look at this hairy, swollen asshole!” she laughed as she sat on the back of my head. I could feel her wet snatch on the back of my head as she forced my nose into their dirty carpet. They laughed at my asshole as they played with it and spit on my butt crack. The intense humiliation was made worse by the suggestion I hadn’t wiped as thoroughly as I should have.

“Oh my god, remember he thought assholes don’t stretch! And he didn’t want to spit and give me any lube? Let’s see how he likes it,” Hayden put the dildo head to my asshole. I didn’t want to spit on her asshole because it seemed disrespectful. I had no idea how anal sex worked at Mr. Stones house but I couldn’t offer any explanations and they didn’t seem inclined to hear them anyway.

I could feel the dildo enter my butthole and my heart was pounding outside of my chest...

“C’mon, every good master has to know how pain feels, how the training feels before they make anyone else endure it. You have never been butt fucked have you? Or maybe you spent some long sleepless nights on camping trips with Catholic priests?” Waverly laughed and then she pushed the unlubricated dildo into my asshole. She told me I would learn to love it the way she learned to love it.

I grunted. It felt horrible – I felt not only pain but just intense humiliation at the notion that I was going to be butt fucked even if it was done by two horny girls.

“Oh come on, you were so eager to make me bend over and give you some ass. You think it feels any different for me than it feels to you in that hole? Don’t be such a little pussy boy, if we can do it, then you can do it” Waverly started fucking the dildo in and out of my asshole. She started easy at first but quickly began to go in inches deeper.

“Gross, look at all that shit on his dildo,” Hayden and Waverly giggled as they pulled it out of my ass and examined it. They put it under my nose and told me they clean all their own toys and I would have too as well. “He is so boring. Just lying there like a sack of failure,” Waverly let go of my butt cheeks.

They rubbed a dirty finger under my nose and called it a “Dirty Sanchez” and then gave me a goatee to match the pencil thin mustache they drew with my own butt stank.

“Maybe, we should talk mom into keeping him after all,” Hayden said that I was fun. “He is so puny and we can kick his ass anytime we like. We could keep him like a little cock-toy when we get bored?” she suggested.

“We could make him our house bitch. Lock him in a cock cage, keep him in a little dog cage and make him be our maid,” they giggled as they devised plans for me to submit to them!

It sounded plausible that their mom would actually go for this idea because she said some people needed discipline. She pointed out that they had so many flaws and foibles and shortcomings that could be addressed through the application of discipline and I was clearly King of the Fuck ups and nothing else.

“I could paint his nails and dress him up like a Barbie doll and then he could do all your homework,” Waverly assured her sister that this new arrangement would work so much better. My stomach squirmed.

“We could give crush up your birth control pills and feed them to him until he grows some bitch tits. He is a titty-watcher. He could look at his own boobies!” Hayden chuckled that I would learn to curtsy and pirouette for them on command like a ballerina.

I am not a Genderphobe or anything like that. There were some people at my school who were legit boys that transitioned to girls and wore women’s clothing and answered to a female name. There were some girls who had done the same thing. However, I can tell you that I had no desire to become a sissy maid or become a girl. They were already talking about giving me estrogen and making me shake my bitch-tits for them!!