1 comments/ 87160 views/ 9 favorites Sensitivity Training Ch. 01 By: BW3 I wrapped up the sales report with my typical, "Any questions?" It was met with the usual expectant stares of my co-workers who just wanted to get the hell out of there and back to their cubicles to wait out the last half hour of the work day. "None. Fantastic. Same time next week, gang. And Simmons, come here for a minute." Everyone filed out, except Simmons, who had become something of a whipping boy for me here in the office. As one of his supervisors I had access to spy in on what he was doing on his computer from time to time. The system had been put in place to let us make sure the employees weren't goofing off on the Internet during office hours, but in the case of Simmons I caught him quite literally with his pants down. I happened to check in on him while he was apparently up loading several pictures of himself and another man having sex onto a gay personals site. Normally there are protocols and disciplinary procedures that would go with this but I decided that it would be much more fun to have something like this that I could hold over his head and torture him with. I had had my suspicions that he was a queer ever since he started with the company anyway. He was kind of smallish and fragile looking, and was always impeccably dressed and meticulously groomed. From his manicured nails to his always perfectly styled dark hair to his high voice to just the way he moved, he always came across as gay but desperate to hide it. He girlishly strutted towards me, knowing what was coming, trying to exude strength when we both knew that he had none in this situation. Since busting him nearly a month earlier I made it a point to have one of these chats with him whenever I could. He stood before me, his arms clutching a couple of files against his chest with a look that was equal parts anxiety and "let's just get this over with." "You came in a few minutes late today Simmons. Any reason?" He opened his mouth to answer, but I charged straight ahead with my fun. "Let me guess, sucking cock in the bathroom again? Who was it this time? Janitor or security guard? You know Simmons I'm disappointed in you. If you were smart you'd be blowing Mr. Harrison and the rest of the higher ups. I'm sure you could work your way up the corporate ladder on your knees if you're good at what you do. After all, it's not calling 'sucking up' for nothing." I paused to chuckle at my little joke while he stood slightly trembling before me. As usual he looked as though he was torn between crying and taking a swing at me with his little bony arms. I relished that look, knowing that he wanted so desperately to hurt me but couldn't; that the best he could hope for was to not give me the pleasure of seeing him break down. "Well Simmons I don't want to keep you from whatever penis, oh I mean project, you're working on. Just don't go guzzling too much cum. That stuff goes straight to your hips and I know you worry about keeping that girlish figure." He turned on his heels and left. I couldn't help but smile my sadistic smile. Part of me knew it was wrong but it was just so easy and so much fun. I came through the door the next day to see my message light blinking on my phone. The message was from Clair, Mr. Harrison's secretary. My boss wanted to see me before I did anything that morning. Harrison and I went way back to our college days when we played basketball together. He graduated three years ahead of me and had started working in this office. When I graduated he set me up with a job and generally watched out for me like a big brother. He was a pretty big guy, blonde, athletic. And unlike me he had stayed in the same shape he was in ten years ago. I couldn't figure out for the life of me just why the hell he had called me in that morning since I had lunch meeting scheduled with him that afternoon. I still didn't have any idea minutes later as I approached his office. Clair looked up and said, "Go on in. Mr. Harrison's expecting you." I bounded through the door and called in, "You wanted to see me, Chief?" "Yes, I wanted to see you, but that's Mr. Harrison to you. Have a seat." I was puzzled by his sudden bout of formality but I caught on when I looked into the office and saw Simmons sitting in one of the chairs in front of Harrison's desk. I reluctantly lowered myself into the second chair and started mentally detailing the ways I was going to get this little queer back for this. "Now Mr. Simmons has just told about some rather disturbing behavior on your part, old pal." I jumped to my defense. "Keith, I caught this guy looking at porn on company time and..." Harrison cut me off, "Check your tone. I'm still your boss. And Mr. Simmons has come clean to me about the entire history that has led us up to this point." I looked over to Simmons to see him with the slightest hint of a grin on his face. He was clearly enjoying this more than words could say. I wanted nothing more than to reach over and punch that shit eating grin off his damn face, but right now I was in hot water and I needed to find a way out of it. I turned back to Keith but before I could even open my mouth he spoke again. "Save it. Nothing you say is going to change my mind. As it stands you've still got your job and you should thank your lucky stars for that, but if you interrupt me again I may very well reconsider that, too. If I were to do this by the book both of you would be out on the street right now but you're both too valuable in your current positions. Besides, Mr. Simmons already has more than enough to sue the crap out of us. And you and I do go way back. Fortunately I've managed to convince Mr. Simmons to let this whole thing end with me. You will take a pay cut, attend sensitivity training, and personally apologize to Mr. Simmons, who will be transferred out of your department. Any questions?" I answered him with a silent glare. "Good. Here's the address for the sensitivity training. Be there at 9 a.m. on Saturday. Now, you two shake hands and get back to work." My jaw was clenched so tight that I could barely open it to say, "I'm deeply sorry if my actions offended you, Simmons. I hope that we can put this past us and work together down the road." Of course, that apology might have been a little more impressive if my voice had an ounce of sincerity in it or if I had been actually shaking his hand rather than trying to squeeze it hard enough to break a bone or two. I stormed out of Keith's office with some very angry thoughts on my mind. Keith had betrayed me. Sure he had kept me my job, but that's not where my mind was. I could get other jobs. The fact that he let Simmons call the shots was what made me sick. And what was this "Mr. Simmons" garbage? The Keith Harrison that I knew didn't get pushed around by runts like Simmons. And Simmons...the whole damn thing made me so mad that I left early, complaining of stomach pains. Saturday morning rolled around and I reported to the address Keith had given me. It was another office building, not unlike the one I worked in. In fact it was only about a ten-minute drive from my job. I entered the empty lobby and hit the button for the elevator. The address I was given said this thing was going on in room 405, which I found without much trouble on the fourth floor. I entered the room and found a table with coffee and donuts on one side and a large dry-erase board on the other with about a dozen chairs in front of it. Written on the board in big blue letters were the words "SENSITIVITY TRAINING." "Oh, you're the first one here," said a voice behind me. I nearly jumped out of my shirt, and spun around. "Oops, didn't mean to spook you. I'm Charles, and I'll be leading the activities today. Why don't you have a cup of coffee and take a seat while the rest of the group gets here?" I took his cue and went over the table. I had actually skipped breakfast since I woke up late and I was quite hungry. I wolfed down a couple of donuts and poured myself a very large cup of coffee, which I practically guzzled. I went to one of the chairs and took a seat. After a few minutes I felt like I was going to fall asleep. I was used to sleeping in on Saturdays. Maybe I needed more coffee. I yawned as I took a look at my watch, which read 9:15. "Um, Charles, if none of these others people show, what's gonna happen?" "Oh, there's only two others coming. And there they are now," he said, indicating the doorway. I looked over my shoulder and saw Keith and Simmons standing and grinning at me. "I see you've met, Charles. I'm surprised you didn't recognize him already," said Simmons. He then called past me to Charles, "How close to out is he?" "Oh he should be close. That coffee could knock out a horse." "Great. This is gonna be a lot of fun, Keith." But by now it sounded like Simmons was speaking underwater. I stood to storm over and demand some answers from he and Keith but the room started spinning on me. My knees suddenly turned to rubber and things went dark. In my last moments of consciousness I understood what Simmons meant when he said that I should recognize Charles. He was the man that Simmons was fucking in the pictures that I caught him with on his computer. Fear and disgust flooded my stomach as my eyelids closed and I felt my body hit the ground. When I came to my entire skull felt like it was about to collapse, although I wasn't sure if it was the fall or the drugs that did it. As I slowly got my senses back I saw the three men who did this to me sitting quietly and intently watching me as my mind started getting back on track. I soon realized I was kneeling down while leaned up against a wall and...where the hell were my clothes?!? They had stripped me down completely nude! My head immediately became much clearer and I tried to get up and beat some answers out of these bastards. But as I attempted to stand I simply tipped over onto my side. With my head swimming like it was I hadn't even noticed that I had been hogtied. They had tied my arms behind my back with rope and then tied my wrists to my ankles. I was their prisoner. And whatever they wanted me for they apparently wanted me awake for it. Keith, Charles, and Simmons shared a hardy laugh at my struggles as I attempted to at least get back up to my knees. I was having absolutely no luck with that however since the combination of whatever they doped me with and panic left me helpless. The trio walked towards me calmly, coolly. Keith and Charles stepped around behind me and each took one of my arms and righted me. Simmons stood in front of me with his hands behind his back. Even through the lifting haze I had only one thought: to make him pay. But my body was far from awake and with the rope, Keith, and Charles restraining me, I could only lamely try to lunge for him. Simmons grabbed me by the hair on top of my head and yanked it so that I was staring right into his eyes. He wore that same grin he had worn in Keith's office. "You want to hurt me don't you? Well, you're going to learn to like being hurt today. You're going to learn to like a number of new things. And above all else you're going to learn to respect me." I managed to yell a slurred, "Go to hell, fucker!" and spit in his face. I was rewarded with a slap so hard that my ears rung. Even as he wiped my spit off his face he was still showing that smile. He knew that he was in control, and I think he knew that the calmer he was the more it worried me. He walked back to the chairs and came back with something thin and black in his right hand, something like a small belt only with a battery on it. "Do you know what this is? I guess you're not a dog owner. This is a shock collar. If Fido jumps up on the couch," he said while producing a small key chain-like device from his pocket, "you press a button and zap the bad behavior out of him. Of course, for the purposes of today's sensitivity training I upped the power a little bit. After all, we're going to teach you a much more important lesson today." He bent down and put the collar on my neck. I attempted to pull away but Keith and Charles held me tighter than ever. I turned desperately to Keith and begged him to let me go. But to my surprise he just wore the same cocky grin that Simmons did. "Keith, what the fuck is wrong with you?" "There's nothing wrong with him," Simmons interrupted. "In fact, bringing you into this was his idea. Charles and I had a day like this with Keith not too long ago and I must say he performed quite well. So well that I let him pick out the next person to join my little group of bitches. He said he had had his eye on you for quite a while. When this whole thing broke at the office with me and you he was quite thrilled because it was the perfect opportunity." I looked back to Keith in confusion and horror. Keith was Simmons' bitch? What the hell did that mean? And since when was Keith a fag who wanted me? This whole situation was getting clearer and clearer, as was my head. Reality was setting in and the reality was that I was stripped naked, tied up, and completely alone with three men who were going to do things to me that made my stomach turn. Sheer terror sunk in and I started screaming at the top of my lungs for help. I managed only a few words when my entire body felt like it was on fire. My cries for help turned to cries of pain. Then the pain stopped on a dime. Tears filled my eyes while I fought the urge to simply weep like a little girl. I looked up to see Simmons palming the remote for the shock collar. "That wasn't very nice of you. Or effective. We four are the only ones in this building. And we will be for the entire day. Screaming won't do you any good. Now, it's up to you how fast and how easily this can go. You've just started in on the first lesson in your sensitivity training: respecting me. The next lesson is to start calling me sir. Let's practice that shall we?" "YOU'RE A DEAD MAN, SIMMONS!" My defiance was met with even more pain that sent me to the floor in sheer agony. And unlike the brief shock I had first received, this one seemed to go on forever. The pain shot through my body so hard that I completely lost my wind and was left gasping on the floor. It hurt so bad that I couldn't even hold the tears back any more. As Charles and Keith brought me back up to my knees the tears streamed down my face as fast as my short, shallows breaths. Simmons leaned down within inches of my red, wet face and licked a tear off my cheek. "Mmm, so sweet. Your resolve is admirable, but as you can see useless. I can keep this up all day. In fact, I don't think watching you cry like a little bitch would ever get old. Now, what are you going to call me from now on?" I felt the rage subside and resignation started to grow. I looked up at him as he waved the collar's remote from side to side, as if I needed a reminder of the consequences of further defiance. I whimpered out a quiet, "Sir. I will call you sir." "That's what I like to hear. Now since this is sensitivity training I think its time for your lesson." He stood right in front of me and dropped his pants, revealing his hard, cut dick. I tried to turn away but Keith and Charles forced me to face forward. "This, my little slut, is my dick. And it's VERY sensitive. Now lick it, right on the hole." I leaned forward, closed my eyes and stuck my tongue out. I flicked my tongue just across the tip of the cock, taking in just a hint of his precum. I don't know if it was the taste or the thought of licking a cock that make me start coughing in disgust. Simmons placed two fingers under my chin and tilted my head up to stare into his eyes. "You call that a fucking lick? This time you will keep your eyes open, look right into my face, and lick my beautiful dick. Do you understand?" The tears started to well again as I said, with much difficulty, "Yes, sir." I looked right into his lusting eyes, opened my mouth, extended my tongue, and started to lean in again. Only this time Simmons gave a nod to Keith and Charles and they suddenly forced me forward, burying my face in his pubic hair, forcing every last millimeter of his cock down my throat and holding me there. I thought I was going to puke but they just held me there no matter how hard I struggled. After a few of the longest seconds of my life I was granted mercy. I slunk back, gasping for air, listening to the sounds of the three laughing at my expense. Simmons spoke first. "That was the worst display of cocksucking that I've ever seen! Even Keith was able to do better his first time around. Of course, he wasn't fighting nearly as hard. Now that you've had your first taste of cock, you will service Charles and Keith. But you're not done by a long shot. That sweet virgin ass of yours is going to get fucked today, and it's going to be my dick in your ass." Charles took his cue immediately and moved around to stand right beside Simmons. I watched in desperation as Charles slowly removed every last bit of clothing. He was a relatively short guy, kind of stocky really, with short brown hair. His body seemed muscular, if somewhat undefined. As his pants slid down to the floor I was given the sight of the mammoth piece of meat he expected me to swallow. I couldn't guess very accurately but I would guess it was easily in the eight-inch range, well bigger than mine. The long, straight shaft seemed to go on forever. I wanted to beg him to reconsider, but I knew it would do no good. These three were going to use me like a whore, and my only hope was too get this over with as quick as I could. I had to face facts: I could suck these guys off as best I could, get this over with, and hopefully have them show some mercy for my cooperation. Or I could fight it, get hurt worse, and still wind up having to eat their dicks. I looked at Charles, I looked at Simmons, and I looked at the cock I would soon be sucking. They must have seen the fight go out of my eyes because Charles walked up to me and started slapping me in the face with his cock. After feeling it bounce off my cheeks a few times I opened my mouth and started waving my head side to side, trying to catch it like I was bobbing for an apple. Charles pulled away with a laugh. "You don't waste anytime do you? But we're gonna go nice and slow since you're a beginner. Let's start with some licking. Just stick out your tongue." I was a little reticent because what happened the last time I obeyed that command, but in the end I relented. I stuck my tongue out as far as it would go, and waited. This time around there were any surprises though. He simply worked his hips back and forth, holding his cock at the base and guiding it against my tongue in slow, smooth strokes. He make me lick practically every last inch, starting on one side and gradually swaying his hips until my tongue had worked its way across to the other and then increasing the speed as he rubbed the underside of his penis up and down my tongue. "Now, you do the work, whore. Lick my head." I leaned forward and kissed his hole. He was leaking precum by this point and I figured I should at least get some taste for it if he decided to cum in my mouth. Too my surprise it wasn't exactly wretched tasting in and of itself. The shame of lapping up someone's jizz was. I felt the warm sting of tears beginning in my eyes, but I forced them down, lest Simmons and his joy buzzer think I was being insubordinate. I continued to work on Charles, making gentle circles around the rim of the tip of his dick. I closed my eyes and tried to think of what to do next-like he had said I was a beginner at this. But the second I closed them Charles pulled away. I opened my eyes to see what the problem was but only saw him standing over me, stroking his dick with a look of lust and glee on his face. "Looks like the lesson I'm going to teach you is eye contact. I want you looking right into my eyes while you do this." Sensitivity Training Ch. 01 I nodded and looked into his eyes, knowing that I couldn't break contact for anything now. It was time to take the plunge and really suck my first cock. I opened my mouth about half way and presented it like a gift to him. He accepted my offer, placing a hand on the back of head and pulling me to his body. His hand gave very little pressure though, letting me get used to this huge member I suddenly had in my mouth. I wrapped my lips around it as tight as I could while trying to relax my jaw to keep my teeth off of it. I didn't want him to think I was giving any less than my best. He saw the discomfort and humiliation in my eyes and decided that now was a good time to twist the knife. As he hands started guiding me up and down his shaft he began talking to me. "Ooh, that's nice you little cocksucker. I don't think this is your first time at all. You've sucked hundreds of cocks haven't you? You just get down on your knees and blow guys at the drop of a hat, don't you?" Just hearing the words was bad enough but then he suddenly gripped my hair and pulled me off his rod. "Well, I asked you a question, slut." I knew just what he wanted, and I had no choice. "Yes sir, I suck cock all the time. But I really love yours." He smiled and allowed me to get back to the task at hand, this time at a much quicker pace. His fingers piloted my skull along his dick with expert precision, picking up the pace with each slide. "Now, deepthroat it, whore." I didn't think I possibly could but I didn't see any alternative in this situation. All eight inches flew into my mouth and his nuts bounced against my chin. All the while I forced myself never to look away from him. Only this time he looked away from me. He closed his eyes, rocked his head back, and moaned loudly. Fighting my gag reflex I moved my tongue around this oral intruder as best I could. What little motion I could manage really seemed to be getting him off though. In this moment, hogtied and on my knees I truly felt like the one in control. Any pleasure he would receive would be because I chose to give it to him.. After maybe ten seconds of this he pulled my head back and started fucking my face with fast, powerful strokes. His eyes returned to mine, this time with a look of surprise. "Wow, you're doing great for a first timer. Now comes the real taste, swallowing my load." Shortly after he said that he made good on his words. The semen flew out his cock like a river over a broken damn. Jet after jet after jet filled my mouth. I couldn't swallow it all though with his dick all the way in my mouth. Some of it started dribbling down my chin and down my chest. The warm slick fluid ran down my chest to my navel, and eventually down to my own dick, sending a strange chill through my body That chill was interrupted by the sound of Simmons' voice. "Well, that was quite a show. Charles, how would you rate my latest whore? And whore, how did you like your first blow job?" I was still out of breath so Charles, himself still a little flushed, answered first. "He sucks cock like a natural. I'd give him a 9." Simmons looked expectantly at me. I continued to play his game. "I fucking loved that. Give me more cocks to suck, sir." "Well, you've certainly changed your tune," said Simmons giving me a congratulatory pat on the head. "I supposed you've earned a little more comfort." He went behind me and seconds later I felt the ropes around my arms and legs go slack. I fell forward flat on my face from the sudden release of my limbs, practically breathless at the relief. Finally, some good news today. But there would be little rest for me. Sensitivity Training Ch. 02 "Ready for round two?" It was Keith's voice, but as my eyes trailed up it certainly didn't appear to be Keith. From the floor I saw red high heels on two lean, shaved legs. As I pulled myself up from the floor I saw the short cut skirt and white button up blouse covering what I could only assume was a well padded bra. The face was made up and the hair was long and blond, but it was Keith all right. He must have done this while I was working on Charles. The shock was such that I was torn between laughing and just plain passing. He didn't make a terrible looking woman, although some of his facial features like his jaw were still a little too hard looking to really be passable. As I finally looked Keith in the eye he said, "Look, Simmons set this up so we could each get something special. Charles wanted to get a BJ from a first timer, Simmons wants to pop your cherry, and I get something that I wanted for years. Ever since college I've wanted you inside me. I used to be so jealous of those girls that you'd go out with. Now I get what I want, to be one of those little girls of yours just for a little while." He leaned in like he was going to kiss me, and I pulled away. What the fuck was this shit? He looked a little hurt by my actions. He then pointed to his neck, reminding me of the shock collar I still had around mine. This was going to be weird. I mean, I was able to disconnect my mind from what I had done with Charles. He was a stranger, but this was a guy I had known for nearly ten years now. And once again today the final thought that entered my head was, "You don't really have a choice." This time I leaned for the kiss and he presented his lips to mine. I was hardly opening my mouth at all and closing my eyes with the hope that this would all be over soon. He had said he wanted me inside him, but I didn't know how I was going to pull that off without being able to get hard. This whole episode was making my cock go as limp as it ever could be. But Keith wasn't going to take no for an answer. His kisses were becoming stronger and stronger and he was trying to slip me the tongue. I opened my eyes and saw, for all intents and purposes, a girl. Then I opened my mouth and Keith took the invitation. His tongue slowly slid against mine. I was amazed at how welled he kissed; really it was just like a girl. My imagination let me stay in the moment as I just kept mentally repeating, "It's just a girl, it's just a girl." My own tongue started getting more active in Keith's mouth as our lips locked together. Keith's hand went from rubbing against my face to trailing down my chest. He paused briefly to tickle one of my nipples before continuing to reach down to my crotch. Upon finding my cock less than erect he broke off our kiss and whispered in my ear, "Well this won't do at all. How am I going to get your dick hard? Maybe by sucking it?" This time it wasn't Keith's voice, it was a low, sexy voice of a women, like the kind you imagine talking to on phone sex lines when you're fourteen. "Keith, why are you doing this?" "Call me Kelly. And do you want your dick sucked or not? I'll only do it if you ask nicely." My mouth said, "Kelly, please suck my dick," while my mind continued to say, "It's just a girl, it's just a girl, it's just a girl." "Kelly" started kissing down my neck, down my chest, running his tongue down my stomach and slipping to his knees. My dick was already hardening and then "she" suddenly took it in "her" mouth. My knees just about collapsed as Kelly went to work. Her lips wrapped around my cock like she was trying to suck it right off my body. Her technique was the best I had ever gotten-no teeth, smooth, slow strokes. I reached down and started running my fingers through her long blond hair. Started to pick up the face and I couldn't take it anymore. I started fucking her face and moaned out, "Oh Kelly that feels so fucking good." And just like that it was over. She pulled her face off cock and stood up. She started stroking my rock hard meat with her fingers as she whispered; "I guess this is ready to fuck me now." I couldn't even manage words. I just silently nodded. Kelly walked back to the pants that she had had on earlier and pulled out a bottle of lube. After applying a healthy dose to me she got down on all fours on the ground and hiked her skirt over her ass, revealing sexy red panties and a bulge that I was willing to ignore right now because I was so fucking turned on. She pulled the panties to the side, exposing her hole. She then lubed it up and started fingering herself. I couldn't control myself any longer. I got down on my knees behind her and she immediately moved her finger so I could do her doggy style. ("It's just a girl, it's just a girl") I guided my cockhead up to her tight little hole and slid it in slowly. But she didn't want slow. She pushed her hips back, forcing me in in one fast, hard motion. I took her cue and started pounding away, meeting her with every thrust. "Fuck me harder!" was all she kept saying and I did my best to keep up with her demands. Her hole was tight, warm and wet just like a pussy. I hadn't fucked anyone that felt this good in months. She noticed me picking up the pace and realized that I was getting close to getting off. "I want your cum in my mouth," she yelled. I was enjoying this so much that I didn't really want to pull out but Kelly had some hold over me. I pulled out as she rose up too her knees. I stood over her open mouth jacking off only for seconds before I blew my load into her mouth. As spurt after spurt of my jizz coated her tongue she reached up and pulled the wig off. Suddenly the spell was broken and my stomach turned as I watched myself blowing my load into best friend's mouth. I started to pull away but Keith grabbed me by the ass cheeks and held me until I had delivered every last drop. Then he stood, cupped his hand behind my head and pulled me in for a deep, cum swapping kiss that lasted forever. I was too stunned and numb to stop him as he spit my load into my mouth and swished it around with his tongue as I felt his stiff cock pressing up my body through the skirt he had on. He pulled away and this time it was Keith talking, "Now swallow." I obeyed and opened my mouth to show that I had taken down every last drop. "Good boy," was all he said in reply. No sooner than Keith had spoken I felt a sharp slap on my ass. Simmons wasn't going to give me any time to rest before he started in on what I hoped would be the final phase of all of this. Keith went back to take a seat and watch what Simmons had planned for me. Simmons came around to speak to me face to face. "That was real romantic. I hope you don't think I'm going to be so nice as your buddy there. No, I'm going to fuck you so it hurts, so you know who the bitch is. Now, turn around." I turned and put my back to him. Once again I felt the sting of his slap on my ass. "That's a tight little ass you've got there. You must work out. Well I'm going to do some work on it today. Get down on your knees." I prepared myself for the degradation of another blowjob. I eyed his penis as he took his pants off, readying myself for the violations to come. It was the biggest of anyone's in the room, and I didn't really know if I could handle all of that in my virgin ass. Much to my surprise he didn't make me suck him off. Instead he turned around and stuck his ass in my face. "Eat my hole, bitch. Really worm your tongue up in there." I refused, and shoved his butt away from my face. He spun with amazing speed and slapped me so hard across my face that I toppled over to the floor. While I was lying there I felt the shock once again as I looked up to see him with the shock collar remote in his hand. I struggled back to my knees. I had to get out of here, and I didn't see any other way. He presented his spread ass cheeks to me again and I dove in tongue first. His hole was hairless and extremely clean. I circled around the hole and then finally starting teasingly penetrating it with my tongue. He soon began running his ass up and down on my face, laughing viciously all the way. He then bent himself over and spoke to me through his legs. "Mmm, yummy isn't it, whore?" "Yes sir." "You're not going to disobey anymore are you, whore?" "No sir." "Then get on all fours, my sissy little slut." It was time for the part of all of this I had been dreading the most. When all of this started and my imagination started jumping to worse case scenarios of what these three might do, this was the worst. Simmons was about to fuck me in the ass and there was nothing I could do about it, except get on the floor and try to take it like a man. I got down on the floor just as he instructed but I guess I didn't do it fast enough because I got another powerful swat across my butt. I winced in pain and heard that laugh of his that I had been hearing all day. I had my back to him but I knew that he had that damn grin on his face that I hated so much. He whistled to Keith who immediately threw him the lube that we had used earlier. Simmons took his time preparing for all of this. I think he enjoyed the anticipation more than what he was actually going to do. His fingers, covered in cold lube trailed up the crack of my ass, running over my hole a few times before stopping on it and making slowing, hard circles around it. I clenched my jaw, knowing what was coming next. I didn't have to wait long to feel him rear back and penetrate me with his finger. He forced his index finger into me and started working it around, tickling my insides. That's when something in me snapped and my defiance started to grow. I had played along with their games the entire way but now I had had enough. I knew I couldn't fight them, but I could try to keep them from really getting their laughs. So when he said, "You like that bitch?" I fired back, "Is that your dick in there? You sure are a little bitch." I heard a growl. I had gotten under his skin with that one. He removed his finger and started spanking me repeatedly. It hurt but at the same time this shithead wasn't going to get the pleasure of hearing me beg one more time. When he stopped and spoke again it wasn't the sick twisted joy I heard in his voice but anger. "You're going to get fucked like a whore now. You are going to keep your ass right there. You will not pull away, you will not resist. Is that clear?" I didn't say a word as he ran his dick up the crack of my ass and position it tentatively right outside my asshole. He spoke again, "I said is that clear, whore?" I maintained my silence but not for long. I broke my silence with a scream of pain as he jammed every last inch of his dick up my ass as hard as he could. He had just opened me up and it hurt worse than I ever could have imagined. Suddenly my resolve and defiance drained away as the pain increased. I started crying like a woman and begged him to take it out. He just laughed once again and told me to shut up and take it. He left his dick buried in me for the longest time before he started pumping me. He wasn't taking his time with anything; he just went straight to short, hard pounding strokes that would simultaneously get him off while inflicting the most pain on me. "Tell what a little whore you are! Tell me that you love getting assfucked!" Through the tears I did as he told me, "I'm a fucking whore who loves getting assfucked!" But he was far from done. "And what about cocksucking? You love that to don't you?" If it would get him off quicker I would say anything. "Yes, I love to suck cock." "Good then. Keith, join the fun!" With that Keith walked over, removed the skirt and panties he had on and got down on his knees in front of me. He put one hand on my head and the guided his dick to my open mouth. I actually welcomed the chance to have something to take my mind off of what Simmons was doing. Suddenly I heard Charles yell, "Smile!" I turned my eyes just in time to see the flash go off on a camera. He snapped several more as I remained helplessly taking a dick in each end. I focused all my attention on Keith's dick, blowing it as well as I could, trying to emulate his performance for me. He must have been pretty turned on already because it didn't take long at all until his cum leapt down my thrown in spurt after white-hot spurt. He removed his dick from my mouth as he collapsed onto his back to catch his breath. Meanwhile Simmons just kept pounding away, but now that my attention was back on it, it didn't really feel bad. While I had been sucking of Keith the initial pain had passed and now I felt a strange mixture of pain and pleasure coming from the fucking I was getting. So when Simmons started calling me a slut again, telling me to beg for his cum I was kind of telling the truth when I replied, "Give me all that fucking cum!" I didn't have to wait long to get my wish. He pulled out and told me to roll over. I rolled over on my back and he climbed onto my chest, straddling me while stroking his cock right over my face. The load he blew was the largest of anyone's that day, coating my face in warm gooey semen that ran down my face. Simmons stood up, leaving me there in a sore, ravaged heap. As the three of them gathered of their things to go, Simmons came back to me and said, "That was quite the show. You weren't easy to break, but I love a challenge. I'll give you a call when we find another to add the group." "Yes, Mr. Simmons," was all I said.