Chapter 26

Toby and Hank left to collect Vince and Eddie Ray at seven. Twenty minutes later, they were being fitted with masks and voice distorters. Vince got a kick out of the idea of going naked and thought the gloryhole booths were a hoot. "So you put chicks in there, and guys come along and stick their dicks through...?"

"Yeah," Toby agreed.

"Way cool!" You could see him thinking...

The duo collected lube and rubbers and other materials. "We're gonna turn him loose -- but he ain't going nowhere," Vince cackled. "It's gonna be all about how he can't do a fucking thing to protect himself!"

"I like it," Hank grinned. "Go for it."

For Fernando, the next hour and a half was the most embarrassing and humiliating of his life! Two young musclebound guys showed up in the area where he was hanging and proceeded to teach him the meaning of helplessness and submission. The very first thing they did was release him from his bonds -- but that didn't help him...

"So, rumor has it you're a big man who beats up on his wife and kids -- that right?" one of them asked.

"I -- it was discipline! I was disciplining them!" Fernando blustered hoarsely.

"Broken ribs? Broken noses? Bigass welts and scars?" the other one retorted, "Man, that goes beyond paddling somebody's ass! You got an ego problem, Man -- you're a big fish in a small pond. Well, somebody drained your pond into a lake and you're in deep shit, Man. It's payback time, and your ass is ours -- literally!" The young hulk grinned from ear to ear and said, "You like having people suck up to you, don't you? Come here, Pussy Boy, and suck up!"

Both of the young males were naked -- as just about everyone to abuse him had been -- and both had sported erections from the moment of their arrival. Why was not unexpected, but abundantly clear. "P--please..."

"Shit, he's begging!" one of them chuckled. "What do YOU do when people beg? Fuck 'em over, right? Well, prepare to be fucked over!"

It was embarrassing how easily they subdued him. One walked up in front of him and the other circled behind. Fernando threw up a hand and the freckled one grabbed the hand and cranked it back and started pressing on it and Fernando found himself fighting to stay standing -- but the one behind put a foot in the back of his right knee and pushed and he lost the fight. The pair didn't beat him -- they merely manhandled him, effortlessly, applying pressure here and there until he was in whatever position they wanted him to be. Initially, it was on his knees before them; the blond one circled around to stand beside his fellow and said, "Show us your tongue, Pussy Boy. Suck." The freckled one had his arm and applied pressure to it and Fernando opened his mouth to grunt in pain -- and got it filled with uncut cock! "Man, you ought to pay attention to the advice in the shoe commercials and 'just do it,'" the freckled one said conversationally, "because you're gonna do it anyway. Fuck around and you only hurt yourself..." The blond one took Fernando's head in his hands and started pistoning in and out.

It was over right then and there, in reality. Resistance was futile; if they weren't satisfied with what he was doing, one of them grabbed some part of his body and started twisting or pulling -- and pain forced Fernando to do better. In a couple of minutes, Fernando had a cock in either hand and was sucking and licking like he'd asked them to expose themselves for him to suck, rather than having been coerced. Given the choice between performing satisfactorily and having one of his body parts twisted off, Fernando chose the former; he had no stomach for the latter. The past few days had taught Fernando that he was a total coward where pain was concerned; any illusions he'd had on that score were swept away. The taunts and the laughter hurt almost more than the thought of what he was actually doing; at least he had the excuse that he really had no choice to fall back on. The big claim, often repeated, was that he was getting what he deserved, being made to grovel the way he made others grovel. The truth of the claims was self-evident; the reasons for this punishment were clear, and his ability to lie and rationalize about it all had been stripped away.

And he was sucking cocks. Each of the pair he had in his hands made his look puny -- which just added to his shame. He found himself wondering what would happen if Marta were to be exposed to one of these -- and thoughts of the possible consequences were painful enough to shy away from, but kept coming back. A scenario where Marta, knelt up and taking a big cock, looked upon him in scorn and talked about the joys of a REAL man played in his head, blending with what he was doing to produce something truly awful that his mind shied away from -- but kept coming back to. He was unmanned, ruined; maybe this was all he was good for.

He knelt between the pair of them, taking turns sliding the bulbous pinkish purple heads of their cocks between his lips and moving his mouth up and down the shafts, washing the undersides with his tongue in ways he knew would be good for them from personal experience. Every once in a while, one of them would push him down onto his cock, gagging him -- but they always let up quickly and it seemed to generate more spit for him to use as a lubricant. He was thoroughly domesticated, going where he was led, meeting all of his tormentors' demands. Fernando had man-boobs; one of them reached down and felt a fatty mound, then moved fingers to his nipple and began to pull and twist -- and to Fernando's abject humiliation, it thickened and elongated and -- worst -- began to emit sensations of pleasure! They laughed and jeered and asked him how he liked having his titties played with -- and wouldn't let up until he said he liked it. All he could think to do was to suck the best he could in an effort to bring the whole hellish episode to a close -- but he knew it was never going to go away...

Vince and Eddie Ray had spent the afternoon planning this little adventure -- and it was going to plan. They'd initially planned to beat the shit out of the little fat bastard and rape him roughly -- but then it had occurred to Vince that the tactic wasn't sadistic enough. They settled upon the idea of applying the minimum amount of force necessary to make him thoroughly tractable, without leaving any marks -- their wrestling training made them experts -- and then doing their best to impress upon the stupid fuck that he was good for nothing but being a receptacle. The longer they went at it, the more convinced they became that Fernando should be somebody's bitch --and the easier it was to treat him like one.

So they didn't hold Fernando's head and throat-fuck him -- instead, they offered some guidance and control but in general let it be known how he was doing by their sounds of pleasure. The called him slut and played with his nipples and rubbed his balding pate and told him what a natural cocksucker he was -- and the effect on Fernando was worse than the application of a bullwhip would have been.

The blowjobs took a long time, largely because Fernando had to go back and forth. It was probably twenty minutes before Eddie Ray reached the point where Vince could tell that he was too close to surrender Fernando's mouth. "Stay with him, Slut," he told Fernando, "It's dinner time, and you don't want to miss it!" Fernando knew what was coming -- it had happened before, after all -- and while he dreaded it, he knew what to do. Vince surreptitiously slipped a finger behind Eddie Ray to toy with his anus -- a very sensitive area on the freckled boy -- and Eddie Ray grunted and began to erupt into Fernando's mouth. Vince didn't jam Fernando onto the spurting shaft -- he just palmed the back of his head to keep him from going anywhere -- besides, he wanted Fernando to taste it. "Drink up, Slut -- it's protein, and you need it!" Fernando did as he knew he had to, accepting the thick, salty deposit and mixing it with his saliva so he could swallow it down. "Milk him -- make him happy! This is the good part!" Vince reminded him. Fernando licked and sucked and jacked Eddie Ray, prolonging his pleasure. "Good job! You're a fine cocksucker, Pussy Boy! At least you're good at something!"

It was a godawful thing to say, from Fernando's viewpoint -- but underneath it all was a little twinge of satisfaction at a job well done. With any luck, he could finish up on the big blond boy and the whole ordeal would be over... He moved to orient on Vince's cock.

Vince held him off. "Gee, that's sweet of you, Pussy Boy, but we need to move on to other things. That table over there looks to be just the thing. Climb up on there and put your feet in those stirrups and we'll give you a quick pelvic exam..."

Fernando lost it and started blubbering; it didn't take a genius to see where this was all headed. Nonetheless, he crawled to his feet before Vince's hand on his wrist became a hammerlock and staggered forward to the table and climbed up on it. "That's it," Vince's voice was solicitous. "It won't be that bad -- we don't want you all hurt -- we want you to enjoy it! Just settle back and let us take a look..."

Fernando continued to sniffle so Eddie Ray stepped up to the side of the table. "Here, suck on this," he ordered, brandishing his still-erect cock, "you'll feel better." Fernando did as he was told without thinking, wrapping his lips around Eddie Ray's now-familiar cock while he watched Vince don a rubber glove with great ceremony and slather lubricant all over the fingers.

This wasn't a prostate exam -- or at least, not immediately, anyway. Vince toyed with Fernando's anus, sweeping his finger around the crinkled ring and lubricating it without attempting penetration, watching his new bitch watch him while Eddie Ray fed him cock and played with a nipple. Fernando's primary attention was on Vince and he was sucking on automatic -- but doing a decent job. Vince watched him, aware that Fernando didn't even realize what he was doing. He teased Fernando's anal opening -- just barely breaking the seal with a fingertip -- doing it several times before doing any actual insertion. Then he followed up by applying more lube and pressing it inside without following it. After he'd done that a few times, his finger slipped inside Fernando's relaxed anus easily -- which got raised eyebrows and a grunt of surprise from Fernando. Next, it was time to find the prostate...

Fernando was amazed. The big blond boy was NOT hurting him with that finger -- in fact, it didn't feel too bad, actually. A new fear enveloped him -- some people liked this... The blond boy was moving the finger easily in and out, now; he locked eyes with Fernando and did something with the finger buried deep...

Fernando lurched; a flash of sensation had blasted through him! He wasn't certain whether it was good or bad, but it was STRONG! His manhood bounced against his belly, causing Fernando to gaze at it, startled. 'Oh, no!' went through his brain as he eyed the look of triumph on the blond boy's face. He glanced up at the freckled boy, who grinned down at him, saying, "See? There's a little bitch in you after all..."

The blond boy resumed running his finger smoothly in and out of Fernando's defeated anus, adding lubricant to keep the motion smooth. Fernando watched him the way a rabbit watches a snake, quivering, waiting for another flash. He saw it coming a moment before it hit -- but that didn't mean he could do anything about it but twitch and watch his manhood bounce against his belly, half-hard. The freckled boy reached down to take it in his right hand, shifting his left to Fernando's right nipple. "Keep sucking -- you know you need it," the boy admonished. Horrified, Fernando realized that his manhood was firming; his body was betraying him! "Yeah, you're a fine little bitch," the freckled boy purred, echoing his thought process.

The blond boy added a finger to his penetration, again being careful to ensure it was well-lubed; Fernando's traitorous ass welcomed it without complaint. The flashes came more often after that, and added spikes to the pleasure he was getting from the gentle hand on his manhood and the fingers working his nipple. Fernando heard a moan and then, shocked, realized it had been himself that uttered it. "Good stuff, huh?" the blond boy grinned.

"Goooo!" Fernando wailed around the freckled boy's cock -- but everyone -- including Fernando -- knew he was lying. The blond boy shifted to three fingers and Fernando's ass seemed to gape open to welcome them. It needed filling...

"Time for the big show, I think," the blond boy announced, and started applying lubricant to his cock, one-handed while he continued to ply Fernando's rectum with the other. Fernando's brain wailed, but his body lacked the will to stop the whole thing. "We're gonna go in slick," the blond boy announced, "so you won't be bothered by the size -- but things will firm up eventually."

It was a done deal before Fernando could react properly. One moment, he had fingers in him and was watching the blond boy stroke his slick cock, and the next the blond boy had slid the mushroom head past his fingers and was buried halfway up the shaft in Fernando's ass. "That's it," the boy cooed, "Sweet little pussy. Nice and tight. It'll all be fine..." He moved slowly in Fernando, adding lube as he went deeper, taking it easy. Fernando felt his rectum filling and emptying, filling and emptying. He had no control; he was being fucked, like a woman -- like a young, frightened woman! The black man had taken him, but it had been rape; this was more a seduction. The blond boy's cock was giving him those flashes fairly regularly, and the penetration felt, well, good... And his manhood was stiff and sensitive and his nipple was shooting little flashes...

Fernando gave up, relaxing -- his mind succumbing to the urgent demands of his body -- and swiftly changed up to a new urgency, actively seeking pleasure. "Ain't you a sweet bitch!" Vince crooned as he began to speed up his strokes. The excess of lubrication soon burned off, leaving enough to keep Fernando from feeling pain but allowing for some mutually pleasurable friction. Vince held Fernando by the hips and talked to him about what a hot fuck he was while he drove his cock deep into the heavy Hispanic.

Fernando slacked off on his sucking; it was no longer necessary as a distraction and his attention was on the various points where pleasure was emanating from his body. Eddie Ray didn't mind -- he'd be fucking the fat little bitch when Vince finished, anyway. Vince was going hard at it now, and probably wouldn't last that long -- Eddie Ray had lots of experience with his partner's response curve -- so Eddie Ray could wait. But Vince wanted something, and Eddie Ray suddenly realized what it was...

Shifting positions, Eddie Ray moved to his right, changing nipples on Fernando as he moved closer to his waist. Then he leaned down and engulfed the porky little bastard's stubby little cock...

Fernando's eyes bulged. "AIEEEE!" He erupted immediately in orgasm, splashing Eddie Ray's tonsils with his seed. His anus pulsed and clenched in time to his ejaculation, bringing Vince over the hump to his own orgasm. Fernando felt the jets of the blond boy's semen pour into his guts as he roared and ground himself against Fernando's ass -- and it was just amazing! Fernando's manhood surged again, pulsing anew!

Later, he would be horrified -- but he was in an altered state, brought on by the effective release form his continuous torture and his orgasm. He was floating beside himself when the freckled boy rose from his manhood and pressed his mouth to his own, pushing his own seed into it. He didn't think to argue or be disgusted; he was elsewhere, in a place where such indignities did not matter.

Nor was he upset when the blond boy backed out of him -- well, actually, that detracted some from his pleasure as his ass gaped empty. But the freckled boy poured lube on his own erection and slid quickly home in Fernando, refilling him. The blond boy came around and presented his gooey cock -- and Fernando didn't think about where it had been, he just sucked it into his mouth, ignoring the somewhat bitter taste that lasted the first few seconds. He reached down to touch his own manhood, masturbating, extending his own pleasure -- and no one denied him the right. The freckled boy pounded into his ass with gusto -- but Fernando had learned to welcome the feeling. He moaned and gasped and gurgled and slurped -- and gagged periodically as Vince deliberately pushed him -- and listened to the boys' compliments on his prowess as a cocksucker and fuck, drawing pleasure from them. Later, he would remember what was said differently -- and he would be ashamed and humiliated to remember how things had been at the time -- but for now he was doing something pleasurable well, and there were no complications.

He did not ejaculate again, but his manhood pulsed, dry, as the freckled boy emptied his seed into his guts. The blond boy laughed and swatted him on the ass and directed the freckled boy to "go get a mat." In a moment, the freckled boy returned and tossed an exercise mat on the floor, and the blond boy told Fernando to kneel up on it -- and Fernando did as he was told, certain that everything would be all right. His ass was starting to get a little sore, but when the blond boy went to his knees behind him and filled him Fernando did not complain, but rather skewered himself onto the boy's erection and backed against him as the boy held his hips and pounded his ass. The freckled boy slid under him and attacked his manhood with his hands, presenting his cock for Fernando to suck -- and Fernando did so without thought. He was thoroughly and completely broken, and for the moment had no concept of the implications beyond those of the present. When the blond boy swatted him on the ass to get him to tighten his exhausted sphincter, Fernando merely grunted; the results were self-evident.

When it was over and the blond boy had again flooded his rectum, he swatted Fernando on the ass and had him stretch out on the mat on his face. The freckled boy turned up with a pair of handcuffs and a length of chain and locked him to the pillory support post while the blond boy put his ankles on the ends of a spreader bar. Fernando didn't care -- he passed out; it was the most comfortable he'd been in days.

Hank and Toby had watched from the playroom couch, having crept quietly downstairs. They really didn't need to turn the volume up, since it was all happening behind the curtain. "That was awesome!" Hank congratulated the pair quietly when they emerged from the curtained area. "Just amazing!"

"You guys had him all softened up," Vince whispered back as Hank and Toby led the pair down the hall to the bathroom. "He was already toasty when we walked through the door!"

"Well, I bet he's certain sure he's queer when he wakes up!" Hank chortled.

"Yeah, his head is gonna be ALL fucked up!" Eddie Ray laughed. "He's gonna think his dick is for decoration!"

"How long will it last, do you figure?" Toby asked.

"He'll be scared of us forever, I bet," Vince chuckled, "or anybody that even looks sort of like us. If we visit him again at some point, he'll probably piss himself. At this point, the poor fuck doesn't know whether he's male or female, let alone gay or straight!"

Eddie Ray nodded, then offered, "He ain't exactly well-hung. I wouldn't let him see anybody who isn't. We gave him shit about being teeny -- I'd keep pushing it. Give him -- what the fuck is it?"

"Penis envy," Vince supplied. "Don't send Toby in -- no offense..." Hank started laughing. Vince cocked his head, "What?"

"Come on," Hank turned on Toby, "Show 'em!"

"I dunno..." Toby looked nervous.

"We can get somebody in here to help, if you want," Hank chided. "They deserve to know..."

"What the fuck?" Eddie Ray scowled. "What's so damned funny?"

Hank grinned at him. "Toby runs -- what? -- eight? -- eight and a half inches?"

Vince's eyes popped. "No fucking way!"

Toby, embarrassed, hung it out. Flaccid, it was the size of Fernando's erection. "Want me to bring a girl down?" Hank teased.

"No, I can get it going..." Toby jacked himself a bit and began to firm and elongate.

"Son of a..." Vince couldn't believe his eyes. "You're packing THAT? I salute you!"

"Yeah, well..." Toby muttered.

Eddie Ray all but drooled -- which made Toby nervous, so he worked at getting his cock back in his pants. Guys were only his thing at one remove -- through the eyes of a woman. Under those circumstances, he had no problem with them, but directly, he wasn't interested -- it was all a frame of reference thing.

"You ought to show up once and show him your meat -- even if you don't do anything to him, or even say anything. It'll fuck up his head, BAD!" Vince insisted.

"Okay, I'll make a point of it," Toby assured him. "You guys get a shower and I'll take you back to your truck."

Twenty minutes later they were on their way, Toby driving. Hank went back upstairs. Marta had sensed that something was afoot and retired to the guest room; Maddie and Pietro joined her. Louise and Candace watched the whole show; Damian and Alyssa wandered in at about the mid-point. They'd changed the channel after and Maddie was back in the living room when Damian walked in, talking to Alyssa; Maddie's father was thankfully not the subject of conversation. Damian was whispering in Candace's ear -- and Candace was nodding and smiling. Louise turned to her son, "Where's your brother, Boy?"

Damian grimaced at being called 'Boy'; it was bad for discipline. "He called just before I went to pick up Alyssa -- said him and Bonita and Clint and Brenda were going to the house to hook up."

Louise blinked. "All four of them?"

"Couples, I think." Damian looked away. He didn't want to get into his brother's sexual preferences -- that was bad for discipline, too. That poor fuck downstairs was an object lesson in what happened if somebody got to your asshole on a regular basis...

Louise nodded. "Your Pa isn't home..."

"Nope."

She asked the next question with her eyes, flicking a glance at Candace. Damian palmed Candace's ass and nodded. Louise nodded back. That brought on the question of whether Louise was going to get any dick that night; maybe Toby was available...

Damian's cell rang. "Yo."

"Damian? It's Rico -- you know, I worked on the clubhouse."

"Oh. Yeah. What's up?" Damian asked carefully.

"Well, it's Friday night. I was wondering if, you know, there was anyone available..." Rico sounded sheepish. "I tried calling Tabitha a while ago, but she was out."

"Yeah, I think she had something earlier," Damian agreed. "It's a zoo around here right now -- we've run into some complications and things are mostly on hold, but hang on..." He muted the phone and stared at it for a moment. 'Do I want to mix in this shit any more than I have to? Big Bro was probably right to stay away from the war between Mama and Pa...' He turned a measuring glance on his mother. Ultimately, he'd chosen sides a long time ago... "Mama!" He tossed the phone at her. "It's Rico." Louise looked surprised, but Damian shrugged. "It's your funeral."

Louise smiled crookedly for a moment, then unmuted the phone. "Rico? Hi, Baby -- how are you?"

"Oh, fine, fine..." Who the fuck had Damian passed him to, Rico wondered.

"What can I do for you?" Louise asked.

"Um, I figured I probably had a little credit with the club..." Rico muttered nervously. It was one thing to tell a guy you wanted pussy -- and quite another to just come out with that shit to a woman!

"Shit, Baby, there's a move on to make you a member!" Louise retorted. "Things are a zoo here, but I'm, um, generally available. Since you're doing Tabitha, I figure black girls are okay?"

"Well, uh, yeah..." They were talking about making him a member? Vistas of infinite pussy opened before Rico's eyes.

"I'm a little older, but I'm not as big... You don't mind, do you?"

"No..."

"Okay, Baby. I have to stay around the clubhouse until eleven. This place is a zoo, but I'm sure that if we look hard we can find a place..."

"Yeah, sure, okay," Rico stammered.

"I'll see if I can't get someone to come get you. Where should they pick you up?" Louise asked.

Not his place, apparently. "Uh, Lucky's? Over on Fourth?"

Louise frowned. It would have been close to home, but it wasn't anywhere close to Carpenter's. "Um, wrong direction, Baby. Can we look at somewhere east of there?"

"Oh! Yeah, sure! How about Denny's?"

"Perfect! When?"

"I'll go now..."

"All right, Baby. I'll send someone as soon as I can." Louise hung up.

Rico stared at his phone, wondering just who it was he'd been talking to.

Frank opened the door at the knock -- and Jiang Yi lit into him instantly. "Bring takeout here, bring takeout there, bring food for twenty people, bring food to so and so -- do I look like the delivery guy? That's all they ever want!"

Frank took it all in: The flat, round face and wire-rim eyeglasses, the angry, petulant expression, the blocky body -- yeah, this one reminded him forcibly of Sujin. She was obviously mad at men in general -- probably because they had never bothered to give her the time of day... If she was anything like Sujin, she would fuck like a mink, given the opportunity. "Yeah, yeah, yeah! Quit your bitchin' and get in here!" Frank grabbed her arm and tugged her inside.

"Why do I have to come in?" Jiang Yi whined. "You already have your food!"

"What did they tell you that you were here for?" Frank demanded.

"They said bring Vietnamese food and do what you say," Jiang Yi replied. "So, I suppose you want me to warm it up and put it on the table?"

Frank pretty much had a grip on things; this was déjà vu, it was so familiar. Sujin could get so pissed off she couldn't breathe -- and there was basically one way to fix it... Knowing the likely result, Frank cocked his head and said, "It's a plan..."

"You sonofa..." Jiang Yi dropped the bag to the floor (only about a foot, from her height) and took a wild swing at Frank. Frank let it land on his shoulder, stepped inside her guard and slapped the living shit out of her. Jiang Yi's eyeglasses went flying and she staggered back against Frank's recliner, her mouth open in shock!

"Now that we all understand who's boss, pick up the food and go get it ready," Frank growled. "Now!"

Jiang Yi's mouth worked for a moment while she covered the red mark on her cheek with her hand, then she bent to fumble after her missing eyeglasses. Frank found them and handed them to her and she put them on gingerly and picked up the takeout bags and turned for the kitchen.

Frank settled into his recliner and sat watching the kitchen door, rather than the television. There was a lot of crashing and banging and swearing going on in the kitchen; Frank treated it as entertainment and waited to see what the stocky little gook bitch was going to do next.

It didn't take long. A couple of minutes later, Jiang Yi came out of the kitchen brandishing a chef's knife. Frank sat in his chair, eyeing her approach and said mildly, "If you poke me with that, you ain't getting' no dick from me, ever -- and I got a feeling you'd rather have dick than sit in jail waitin' to be hooked up to the electricity."

Jiang Yi stopped and waved the knife at him, pointing. "You shouldn't be hitting me!"

"You shouldn't be talking shit, either, but you do," Frank replied, unperturbed. "I was told that if you gave me shit I should do whatever it took to settle your ass -- but I'd have done it anyway, the way you're acting."

"It's illegal!"

"Yeah. Immoral and fun, too. Where's my food?" Frank just sat there, waiting.

"You..." Jiang Yi couldn't seem to come up with anything adequately descriptive; after a moment, she turned and headed back into the kitchen.

"And bring me a beer!" Frank yelled.

Jiang Yi stormed back out to the living room. "I'm not your wife!"

"No, I own you. I like that better, actually." Frank settled back in his chair, looking smug.

"You do not!"

"I'm a club member. You're club property. I own you."

"That's..." Jiang Yi waved an arm, "crap."

"No, crap's what I've been getting' from YOU!" Frank replied, manufacturing a little anger. Actually, he was enjoying himself -- but Jiang Yi didn't need to know that! "Those boys have somethin' on you that would get you stuck somewhere where they'd have to pump in sunshine -- or you wouldn't fuckin' BE here! So quit actin' like a fuckin' idiot and GET ME MY FOOD!"

Jiang Yi puffed and blew for a few seconds, then turned and stumped off toward the kitchen. In a minute, she was back with an open beer bottle.

"Thank you." Frank accepted the bottle with great ceremony. Jiang Yi sighed and headed back to the kitchen.