He was much younger than I expected. Maybe in his mid to late 30’s and good looking in a swarthy kind of way. He had dark eyes and dark hair that was swept back. He was clean shaven but still looked as if he had a 5 o’clock shadow. His skin was tanned but his accent suggested that it might be his natural skin colour. Much shorter than me, maybe 5’6″ at best, he was wearing a dark suit and blue shirt, but no tie. The dark hair on his chest protruded from the open collar. He had broad shoulders though, suggesting he was fit or worked out.
He hooked a finger through the metal ring on the front of my collar and pulled me to the centre of the living room. Until then I hadn’t been aware of the ring and the knowledge made me feel even more humiliated. A ringed collar. Like a dog would wear. After walking slowly around me he stood and faced me again.
“It’s not my real name, but you will call me Mr Smith,” he said firmly. His breath was fresh and his teeth were beautifully white.
“Yes Mr Smith,” I acknowledged him, conscious that I wanted to make Phillip proud. After making me stand with my legs wide apart, he reached under my balls and ran a finger from my anus to my scrotum. His touch felt like electricity running through me. My humiliation increased at the thought that he assumed the right to touch me there, on my most private place.
Holding my gaze, he sniffed, then licked the finger before pushing it into my mouth. Oh my god! “Get it nice and fucking wet,” he told me. So I sucked and slurped on it as if it was his cock. God, it felt so dirty. Seemingly satisfied, he pulled his wet finger from my mouth and again reached under my balls and pushed it straight inside me. Fuck! I nearly lost control. Precum shot from my erection, landing on his jacket sleeve. He didn’t seem concerned as he jammed his finger in as far as he could, before slowly withdrawing it.
He repeated the process of sniffing and licking it, but this time he just held his finger in front of my mouth. I knew what he expected. He didn’t have to ask. I let a complete stranger finger my hole, then offer me the same finger to suck clean! He made me feel like a filthy whore with just that one action. God, my head imploded as I leant forwards and tasted myself.
I continued to suck on it while he turned to Phillip. “Nice and clean Phil,” he said. “Tight though. How many times has he been fucked?”
I looked across to Phillip who was now leaning on his desk, his cock and balls out of his trousers as he gently stroked himself. Still sucking the finger in my mouth, I heard him say it had only been a couple of times so far. If Mr Smith had read my file he would have known, so surely this was for my benefit. Purely to extend my humiliation. It had the desired effect and I slathered on his finger with even more vigour.
He pulled his finger from my mouth, hooked it into the ring on my collar and pulled me to stand in front of Phillip. “Keep your knees and ankles together,” he told me. “But you can lower your arms now David.”
I let my arms fall to my side. The relief was instant. I’d almost forgotten how much they were aching. He started to pull at my nipples. “You’ve been acting like a slut this week David,” he said looking directly at me. “So I decided to invite Mr Smith over to use you like one.” He pinched my nipples hard causing me to squirm, the movement making my numb, swollen erection bounce.
I could hear Mr Smith undressing behind me as Phillip used my nipples to pull me forward between his legs. My cock and balls now directly over his. Still flicking and pinching them, I watched my fluids dripping down onto his genitals. “Mr Smith is an experienced slut user David,” he smiled at me. “Acting like a slut and actually being used like one are very different things. So he’s going to show you the difference tonight.”
I didn’t know if I felt fear or excitement at the words. Probably both. The combination of his fingers on my nipples and what Mr Smith had already done, had my head as numb and throbbing as my cock. I could still feel the intrusion of Mr Smith’s finger and the taste of myself in my mouth.
“You can start by cleaning your mess off my prick,” he said. I began to kneel, but he pushed me back and told me to bend from the waist. Using my hands to steady myself on his thighs I did as I was told. I was shocked at how slimy his cock and balls had become in such a short time. He was literally covered in my juices but I happily began to lap them up. His familiar scent filled my nostrils and reminded me how much I loved his thick cock and big hairy balls.
I felt movement behind me and suddenly my cheeks were pulled open. Mr Smith’s thumbs were close to my anus and he stretched me wide open. The suddenness caused me to involuntarily contract my muscle.
“That’s a nice arsehole,” I heard him say as Phillip pushed my head down onto his cock. “He’s fucking winking it at me Phil,” he said. Then he slapped my buttock. “Go on slut,” he encouraged. “Wink it again.”
So I did. God I did! I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I could feel his breath on me as I systematically contracted and released my ring in full view. I felt his wet finger briefly before he pushed it right inside me. Another slap on my cheeks. “Keep at it slut. Wink it on my finger.”
Phillip was holding my hair, fucking my mouth hard, right to the hilt. The finger disappeared, but I continued my contractions almost automatically. It occurred to me briefly, that I wanted to please Mr Smith. A hand on my lower back and the sudden impact of his other hand on my cheeks again. He began to spank me……hard.
I heard him telling Phillip that I was too tight as he spanked me rhythmically but extremely hard. My cheeks were on fire, bringing tears to my eyes, but Phillip continued to fuck my mouth. “I’m gonna have to really open the slut up.”
I heard the words, but the spanking and mouth fucking I was getting meant I didn’t really take them in fully. By the time they decided to finish Mr Smith had given me the hardest and longest spanking I’d taken so far. My throat was sore and my face was splattered with spit, precum and tears. It would be fair to say I was in a daze. Any thought processes had been completely lost. I was just an object waiting for the next instruction.
Mr Smith used my ring to pull me back to the middle of the living room. My buttocks felt swollen and tender as he positioned me side on to Phillip. I noticed there was now a sheet on the floor and finally got to see Mr Smith naked. He was hairy, very hairy. Chest, stomach, arms and legs were covered in thick dark hair, but it was his genitals that my eyes were immediately drawn to. There was so much black pubic hair I could barely make out his scrotum. However, there was no issue with his cock.
It stuck straight out from the mass of hair like some kind of log. I mean that in the literal term too. He stood there making sure I took it all in, to realise the sheer size of what I was about to deal with. In my dazed state I wasn’t sure I was seeing it properly. I guessed it to be around 8 inches in length, slightly shorter than coach’s, but the girth genuinely took me by surprise. Just looking down at it I reckoned it to be between 3 to 4 inches in diameter. It looked unreal. Like a prosthesis.