thehornymonster: billythomas: The House Pet, Part Two. Consciousness crept towards me in a graceful tiptoe and tapped me on the ribs. I shrugged him off. Go away, would ya? I’m sleeping. I turned over in my bed, my face buried in the softness of the pillow. I positioned my nostril just off the edge of it so I could breathe. My dreams started to mingle with reality. The image of my bedroom was behind my eyelids, like I’d already opened my eyes - I could see the wardrobe, the desk with my computer, the bookshelves containing fifty percent books, fifty percent computer games. Consciousness had begun to whisper in my ear. I frowned him away, but he was now buzzing around my face, trying each ear, breathing over my nose and eyes, pulling at my hair. Eventually I gave up and opened my eyes. I stared in confusion for what must have been a good twenty seconds. This isn’t my room. Wait a minute. I don’t have a room. And that’s when I felt the pain. Just lifting my leg to kick the duvet aside caused a jolt to shoot through me that seemed to start… from my anus. I recalled a snippet of conversation, spoken in a voice I didn’t recognise: Total pussy boy, yeah? I scarcely had time to contemplate this when I heard footsteps in the hallway beyond the closed door. I saw the handle turning. A figure appeared within the frame. A man. He winked and approached. John Stanmore. How did I know this man again? “Flip over mate, I gotta make this a quickie. Work at nine.” I stared at him, recalling the pain that had shot through my core moments before. He surely wasn’t serious. “Look,” I said, hoping to appeal to his better nature, “…I know I agreed to this, and yeah… you know, I’m gonna do it, but…”. He cocked his head quizically at me. A few seconds passed. I shook my head in dismay. “Mate, I’m in a lot of pain,” I finally said. John took a deep breath and sat down on the bed beside me. He was wearing his tattered jogging bottoms again, nothing on top. I guessed this was his ‘lounging around the house’ wear. He still had tiny globules of sleep in the corners of his eyes like he’d only just fallen out of bed himself. I wondered if they slept in the same bed together. His stubble was reaching down his neck. There was a tiny No Man’s Land of baby-smooth skin between where it ended and the tufts of his chest hair began, just where his Adam’s Apple protruded. He laid his hand on my buttock. “I’m sorry mate, but no can do. We had the last guy practically calling the shots until in the end Dave just told him to pack his bags and leave. You’ve got to understand, that can’t happen again. There can’t be any exceptions - even when you’re sick with flu or whatever. You’re our pussy boy and you have to give it up whenever we say so. It’s a discipline mate. We were way too lenient with the last guy.” With this John spat into his cupped fingers and reached around behind me. “Here,” he said, “I’ll start you off gently, but for God’s sake don’t mention it to Dave.” His moistened fingers found my crack and slid down to my raw hole. I felt my eyes brimming with tears even before his finger made contact with my sphinctre. “Oh, God,” I yelped as he pressed his middle finger onto my swollen arsehole with what must have been the least pressure he could muster. I looked into his eyes. Please mate, just give me 24 hours. It’s my first day, I silently implored him. John puckered up his lips and emitted a low “shhhhhhhhhhh.” I contemplated leaping up at that point and telling him he could go fuck his ‘Full Bed and Board’, that I didn’t need it. But I knew I really did. And so at that moment I flipped over onto all fours as he had requested, and raised my rump into the air. I grabbed the pillow and prepared to bite into it. “Go on then, just fucking do it,” I said, aggressively. “Do it.” John paused for a second, his hand sliding across my raised buttock, almost a caress. I then felt the gentle creak of the bed as he got up and heard the flop of his trousers falling to the floor. I braced myself. I pulled the pillow to my lips and bit down hard. What can I say about the minutes that followed? It was a pain unlike any other I’ve ever known, or, it was a miracle I didn’t just black out, or, I prayed for the first time since I was a child. Or all three. Better to just detail the events that occured. John fucked me for two minutes, holding the back of my neck with one hand, propping himself up against my back with the other. He pummelled my bruised flesh like hard and fast was somehow more merciful. That’s when Dave came in. “Remember what we agreed mate,” Dave said, “about the next morning.” What had they agreed? “Get off him. Let’s do it like we planned.” John pulled out of me. My face wrinkled with the agony of it and I tasted my tears running over my lips. Any tenderness or mercy John showed towards me seemed to fade away when Dave was in the room. “Up,” he said, beckoning me with his index finger. I did as instructed. I stood between them, my cock shrivelled to the size of an acorn. Theirs hung like two ripe courgettes. John’s had smears of blood over its shaft. Then John threw himself down on the bed with a bounce, on his back, looking up at me. His head nestled into the pillows, his gigantic manhood poking up towards the ceiling. “Climb on,” he said. I caught a flicker of an apology in his eyes. It wasn’t until I had climbed onto John’s cock and he had prized open my sphinctre once more that I reaslised what their intentions were. Dave’s hands grabbed my shoulders from behind and I felt his thing poking at my buttocks. His finger found its way to my anus and pulled me open, stretching me like an elastic band. He began to thrust agressively into me, his cock rubbing up against John’s, already buried there. Jesus. They were gonna double fuck me, or whatever you call it. I had started to go numb with the pain by then, and so, by some miracle, Dave managed to eventually slide all the way in until they were both buried to their root. My anus must have literally torn to accomodate both of them. Dave spoke from behind me. “After this we’ll give you 48 hours to heal. This is to assert our roles. So you know what the deal is. You won’t ever forget it after this. Like the other guy.” I met John’s eyes, laying beneath me. “Maybe seventy two,” he said softly. “But after that your role begins proper. Our daily fuck meat.” They began to penetrate me clumsily. Luckily the friction of their cocks rubbing against each other caused them to climax quickly. As they both pulled out I felt the cold air on my insides. And something wet dripping down to the base of my testicles. Their sperm, I supposed. “Look at that,” Dave intoned. “Fucking beautiful.” I rolled off John’s sweat soaked body and onto the bare mattress. The sheets had all bunched up in the corner by the headboard. For some reason the sticky wetness dripping down my crack seemed to bring a feeling of… how could I describe it, comfort? The guys high-fived each other and exited. I heard the shower turning on. Before I knew what I was doing I reached down to scoop up the congealing sperm and lifted it to my lips. John appeared in the doorway at that instant, a hand raised. “Dave’s taking you out jockstrap shopping this afternoo…”, but halted his sentence when he caught sight of me licking my fingers. He shot me a big beaming smile and nodded to himself, disappering around the door frame once more.

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