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Boyd vs Girls Sequel – Subjugation

Tags: BDSM, spanking, sex, dubious consent, incl. an underage character.

Not recommended for sensitive/faint-of-heart readers or those disturbed/triggered by BDSM (Bondage-Discipline-Domination/Submission-Sadism-Masochism) themes.

This is the third part of the Boyd vs Girls series, started by CaughtOfLore here: here.

Continued by me here as Boyd vs Girls Sequel — Let the Punishment Fit the Crime.


Chapter 1 — DIY


Hi Boyd!

I’m terribly sorry but I had a phone call from work. An essential project has gone disastrously wrong, and then need me there, at the launch (long story!), right away. I had to rush off to the airport, there was only one plane that gets me to Phoenix on time. I couldn’t get through to you, calling you on your phones and the girls seem to have left their phones at home. By the time you’re reading this, I’m probably on the flight.

Please look after the girls for a couple of days for me. And please, please don’t mention this to your parents. I agreed to watch you… I feel so awful about it. But you seem so good at being responsible and you did great at being in charge. I trust you’ll manage.

I’m so very sorry I have to do this to you. Please accept the cash—use it for takeaways, and shopping… feel free to spoil yourself—it’s all I had in the house. Spend it. I’ll PAY you for the babysitting when come back. Again, I apologize for disappearing without even checking with you first. I’ll do my absolute best to make it up to you. I owe you a BIG one.

I should be back by Saturday.

I’ll try and ring again tonight.

Miriam

I was reading the letter for the third time now. I still couldn’t quite believe it. I had thought Mrs Henkins was sort of out of my way because of her headache and sunburn as we headed back home from the beach… but there was ‘out of my way’ in another room of the house, and then there was 500 miles away for an overnight work trip! Just me and three girls who were now completely at my mercy.

Holy crap.

Rummaging through the cash pile, I quickly established that it was well over $300. For two days of takeaways for myself, and three… slaves that I didn’t really have to feed, especially not anything fancy, that was a lot of money. I also still had some of the cash she gave me in the morning, and my own money on top. For the first time ever, I actually felt rich.

A quick glance at my phone revealed 17 missed calls and a few messages, all along the lines ‘please answer your phone, URGENT!’. Too bad I had put my phone in silent mode and didn’t really bother to check it while we were on the beach, far too busy having fun with the three naked teens at my mercy.

I folded the note and stuffed it in my pocket. I put the cash away, too.

Well.

Damn.

I rubbed my temples, thinking hard. I could have so much with the girls but I didn’t have any toys of the sort I would LOVE to have. In porn, and in most stories, people just always seem to have collars and cuffs and ropes and even dildos just lying about. I had nothing. I had intended to improvise, but now I felt I could now do just a bit better than “make do”. Not sex-shop-level better with this budget, but a quick trip to Home Depot… and maybe a pet store was definitely in order.

I quickly searched—and grinned. The nearest Home Depot actually had a large pet store right next to it, in the same cluster of stores. Bingo. I grinned.

“What’s going on?” Jenny sounded properly nervous. I had her, Ally and Piper kneeling and waiting as I read the message and she managed for a while, but now her curiosity—and nervousness—got the better of her.

“Your mum was pulled away for an urgent work matter. She’s in Phoenix until Saturday. I’m in charge. I mean, I’m officially in charge, as well as already being in charge, since you’re now my sex slaves,” I snorted.

“We’re going shopping. Piper. Go put panties on. Ally, go find a long T-shirt. Jess. Panties and a short T-shirt or top. Bellybutton must be showing. Go!”

“Wait! We agreed to be… s… ss… slaves only here in the house!” Jenny protested.

“Sure. You’ll only be my sex slaves in the house. In exchange for me rescuing you from the beach from your classmates. I’m still in charge of you and what you wear, with bare-bottom spanking rights, for the rest of the week in case you forgot. Now I’m actually left entirely in charge of you and the house for the next few days. Now go put things on EXACTLY as instructed, or I’ll figure out a way of getting away with taking you shopping naked.”

Jenny paled and dashed off.

…

You wouldn’t believe what a fun place Home Depot can be when you leisurely push a trolley through it followed by three severely underdressed teenage girls. The audience—almost exclusively adult men—gave the girls just enough attention to keep them mortified every step of the way. There were a few cat-calls, and muttered comments. One greying man with a grizzly moustache went as far as copping a feel of Jenny’s butt, sauntering off with an innocent whistle afterwards. I think the moment made his day, especially since I didn’t allow Jenny to make a scene. Nobody seemed to be the least bit inclined to complain. After all, the girls weren’t indecent, apart from possibly Piper, whom I had instructed to claim she was only nine, and had spilled a slushie over her t-shirt if confronted. So far, all those guys looking to get supplies for their “house improvements” and other DYI projects seemed thankful for the view and disinclined to give us any real trouble.

Piper was having the hardest time of it. Topless and only in a pair of pink bikini-style panties that almost entirely revealed her buttocks, she was the first one to draw attention. Most of the gazes she attracted then slipped towards Jenny and lingered. She wasn’t topless and her panties were a little more modest (black and not as sparse as what I had Piper change into before declaring her outfit to be to my liking). But she was older, and curvier, her naked belly and the fact that she very obviously wasn’t wearing a bra under the tiny indigo t-shirt caused many a man to turn his head! We were a bit of a health hazard, in that sense. More than one guy walked into a shelf or tripped as they stared at her.

Ally was getting the least amount of attention at that point. After all, her loose, somewhat shapeless t-shirt went about a third of the way down her thighs, and no one knew that was literally all she was wearing, her wet, tingling pussy only inches away from being revealed to the world. I had her pass me a few items from higher shelves, as well as bend over and pick up (and then put back) several things that were at floor-level, but even knowing she had nothing underneath and watching closely, I barely caught a single brief glimpse of her slick slit—as far as the other shoppers around us knew, she was the most normally dressed girl of the three of them.

As if being paraded in front of a seemingly endless stream of guys who were curious and unashamed to stare wasn’t bad enough, I could sense the girls were also growing more nervous by the minute as items began to pile in the trolley.

I bought several coils of thin hempex rope, a very long coil of bright red, rather thick nylon rope (not ideal for bondage, as you probably know, but incomparably cheaper than natural fibre rope of sufficient quality for bondage), zip ties, several sturdy wooden sticks, roughly broom-handle sized, plastic rods and bamboo canes and various clamps. My cover story was that I was going to make a tree-swing in the garden, not that anyone was likely to ask.

The girls were clearly unnerved as I geeked out and used my imagination to pick up ordinary, cheap items that could be used for very nefarious purposes. Jenny, especially, seemed to have previously underestimated me. She kept staring at the contents of our trolley wide-eyed, gulping nervously.

She only met me two days before—even though they’ve been very long and intense two days, I admit—I have no idea what made her assume, based on my initial shyness and clumsiness, what kind of stuff I was into! She clearly thought, based on how awkward I was at first, that I had pretty tame preferences. As if I needed to be jock, or a social butterfly, to have an appreciation for things on the… spicier side of the spectrum.

There was quite a pile of stuff in the trolley by the time we made it to the till, and yet, the total was only little over fifty bucks. Getting the equivalent in a sex shop would have probably exceeded the thousand-dollar mark.

…

I have to admit, with no negative reactions whatsoever, it was hard not to go all smug and cocky. Once in the pet shop, I didn’t even bother with a cover story. In fact, I had the blushing girls try on their collars to make sure they were a good match.

I got a glossy, sunset-orange one for Piper, a faux-suede, mossy green one for Jenny and a beautiful sapphire blue one for Ally. I got basic leashes, too. The poor shop assistant—a guy only a few years older than me—looked like he was going to have a heart-attack as he rang up our selection. He was blushing almost as hard as the girls.

We were about to walk out of there when I noticed the shop sold customised dog tags. I picked up three bone-shaped tags and pushed them towards the cashier.

“Can we have these engraved on the spot?”

“Ugh… Ah.. Uhm… yes, of course, right away, sir,” he stammered.

“Mrs Rochester? Ma’am?”

A buxom lady who seemed to be in her forties, but in a very good shape for that age, glided into the till area almost like she was weightless. I instantly regretted my spontaneous decision as she locked her eyes with me. It was too late to chicken out though.

Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to speak confidently, and it almost worked. At least I didn’t stammer, anyway.

“I’d like these tags engraved, please,” I smiled stiffly.

She nodded and turned to a little workbench I had not noticed before, grabbing the tags.

“What names do you want on them?”

“Piper. P-I-P-E-R. Ally, A-L-L-Y, and Jenny, J-E-N-N-Y,” I said trying, but I have to admit, failing, to sound nonchalant. I half expected her to boot my ass out of the store or worse!

Instead, she smiled and started engraving.

“You look almost like you expect me to care what your bitches’ names are,” she chuckled and winked, her expression softening. I felt myself relaxed, breathing and trying to calm my racing heart. Jenny was just glaring at me incredulously. It’s possible that the real extent of my near-panic didn’t show, in which case I had to seem utterly brazen and almost absurdly cocky to the girls!

"Name's Theresa. If you need more kit, just give us a ring, yeah?" she offered and gave me her business card. I walked out of there in a daze, trying to figure out exactly what she meant by that!

A few minutes, and a few more dollars out of the fairly generous budget later, it was all done and we were headed home. I thought about making another stop, but it was already well into the afternoon by this point… and some private fun was overdue!

By three in the afternoon, I had the girls standing in front of me, stark naked, with their collars on, hands on their heads, legs spread and looking straight ahead, as per my command, motionless, yet somehow, they still seemed to be squirming.

The blinds were drawn, the house was locked a Miriam was probably in Phoenix by that point. I had unloaded the Home Depot shopping supplies onto the kitchen counter and I scratched my chin as I considered my next steps. I had to hold back an urge to jump for joy.

This was going to be fun!!!

Trigger warning: Underage sexual activity. This chapter is unsuitable for you if you are emetophobic and/or easily disgusted when sexual things get very messy.




Chapter 2. ⁠— Nine holes

“Jenny. Was it clear from our deal on the beach that we will have sex when I want to?”

Jenny gulped and bit her lower lip before she managed to stammer.

“Y-yes, Boyd.”

“All three of you?”

“Yes, Boys,” she breathed nervously.

“Ally, does a sex-slave get to decide what kind of sex master has with her?”

“N… no, sir?” she peeped, wide-eyed and clearly very uneasy.

“That came out as a question, I want an answer.”

“No, sir,” she answered, this time keeping her tone steadier.

I nodded and turned towards Piper, who seemed to struggle to stay steady on her feet at this point.

“So how many holes can I use for sex right now, Piper?”

She blinked and opened and closed her mouth. Perhaps she thought it was a trick question. She opened and closed her mouth again, then blushed darkly.

“I don’t know, B… sir,” she peeped awkwardly.

“What do you mean, you don’t know?”

“I have no idea what you count as a ‘sex hole’, sorry.”

“Make a guess, without coming up with anything too outlandish.”

Piper blushed deeper and squirmed.

“Uh. Ehm…”

“Do I need to spank an answer out of you? Ally, fetch me one of those plastic canes, the smaller one,” I demanded sternly and Ally dashed off, returning promptly with one of those smooth part-translucent whitish plastic sticks I bought as punishment equipment.

“Nine!” Piper blurted out, and looked at me in panic, clearly worried she got it wrong somehow. I almost burst out laughing. I mean what did she expect? That I would try and stick my cock in her ear or something?

“Wasn’t that hard, was it?” I smirked. I was clearly mocking her but she looked relieved more than anything!

“I’m starting to think you’re too much of a baby for how these next two days are going to go,” I mused, scratching my chin.

“I think perhaps we should put you in a bed, in a diaper, feed you milk and let you be a baby. You are quite a bit younger than Ally and Jenny… Hmmm….” I eyed her. She clearly had a bit of a complex about being the “little” sister, and rubbing it in while leaving her out of the sexy stuff would be one way to play things. Humiliating her, but playing it safe. I was already imagining her with a bib, and maybe a pacifier, when she dropped on her knees with her fingers interlaced.

Maybe it ran in the family, I thought to myself with a smug smile, remembering that Jenny had done that exact same thing when I first drove her to the point of despair.

“No, no, no, no, no, please!” she whined, stretching the please annoyingly, almost… babyishly. Clearly, I had hit a sore spot.

“Boyd, please, please, please, no! I’ll do anything. I’m not too little. I’ll be your sex slave. Honest, I will! Don’t make me… ugh… be a baby. Please?! Pretty please?” she begged.

I thought back on her bratty behaviour just the day before, when she as good as dared me to do my worse. I smiled and she paled. Tears appeared in her eyes. And just like that, I knew I had to have everything to at least have the option to “turn” Piper into a little baby. It seemed like the simplest way to make sure her attitude was spotless. And we’ve just been to town! I didn’t want to drive all the way to the mall, or a big drug store that might have baby stuff. I took a short chat with Jenny to figure out a cheap and easy solution—there was a local church charity shop just a few blocks away. They always had second-hand and donated baby stuff for sale. Piper was glaring daggers at her sister, but didn’t dare say anything.

“All right, all three of you, on your knees, and lean over, forehead to the ground, legs wider apart, tuck your bellies in, stick your butts out… juuuust like that,” I chuckled when I had three pussy-pucker pairs winking at me obscenely.

“Now, nobody move!”

I dashed out of the house and home, to pick up my dad’s old digital camera and equipment and returned in a hurry. As far as I could tell, the girls didn’t move while I was away but I could be sure. Which was exactly why I had grabbed the camera! I popped it on a tripod, aiming it at Ally and Jenny’s exposed behinds and pressing ‘record’.

“First one of you two to move will be punished in a mean, cruel and humiliating way,” I announced bluntly. I don’t care if it’s a sneeze, a cramp, or whatever else you might think unfair. And ever after you twitch you still have to return to the position and remain—or the punishments will pile up!” I added.

“Second girl to move will be punished, but not as badly. Talking counts as moving, by the way, ‘coz you’re moving your mouth to do it. Piper, you’re coming with me.”

Piper got up, shaky and looking this way and that.

“Outside?” I nodded.

“Like this?” her second question was barely a whisper. She was, after all, butt-naked, with a collar and a name-tag around her neck.

I simply nodded again and led the way. Piper winced but followed obediently. It was a short, quick drive to the charity shop—Piper barely had any time to try and plead with me. She was so focused on the threat of being treated like a literal baby that she didn’t even complain about her second bare-butt car ride of the day!

“Boyd, please, anything but that. I’m not a baby. I’ll prove it to you. Anything you want. Honestly!”

I squeezed her naked thigh.

“Spread your legs and shush.”

She gulped and obeyed. My hand slipped closer to her crotch.

“I’ll only use it as a fail-safe for you. Because you are younger and less experienced. So if we hit something, sexual or otherwise, that you really won’t do, you’ll always have that option. And I’ll always have it, if you’re being a pain or kicking up too much fuss,” I shrugged.

“So… you can calm down. I’m not putting you in diapers as soon as we return home. It’s just going to be a thing that might happen. If that kind of humiliation ends up being preferable to whatever else might be going on.”

Piper pouted and then gave me a sour smile.

“How very thoughtful of you,” she grumbled.

“And just like that, you’re driving back with a pacifier in your mouth to remind you that you won’t get away with such attitude around me anymore,” I announced and opened the door of the car—by then I had already pulled over in front of the charity shop.

“I can’t go in there naked, Boyd. That’s the reverend’s wife we’re talking about.”

I chuckled.

“I was going to make you wait in the car anyway. But thanks for the warning.”

It was useful, on this occasion, to be completely new to the neighbourhood as I could just fob the lady off by saying the things I was buying were ‘for a friend’. I was out of there in just over five minutes, with a packet of slip-on, extra large “training pants” type diapers, a bib, a large baby bottle and a pacifier, which I pulled out of the bag and popped right into Piper’s mouth.

“Not a peep!” I warned, and she nodded. She tried to make puppy eyes at me, but I was already driving—there was someone coming along the sidewalk and I really didn’t want to explain why I had a naked girl, let alone a naked Piper Henkins if they happened to know her, in my car.

Once we pulled over in front of the Henkins’ house, I pulled the binky out of her mouth and patted her thigh.

“So, babygirl. Did you ever get your mouth soaped?” Piper winced at being called “babygirl”, she didn’t miss the thinly disguised warning, then paled, but nodded.

“Proper answer.”

“Yes, sir,” she peeped sounding extremely anxious.

“Sounds like you didn’t like it,” I grinned. “Better behave then. Be polite and obedient,” I reminded her.

“Yes, sir,” she acknowledged. She had so much hanging over her at this point she clearly wasn’t going to rebel or talk back.

“So… sex slave,” I teased—but Piper actually looked relieved, if you believe it!

“What kind of sexual experience do you have?” I asked.

“Uhm, well… I… I… masturbate,” she blushed, even though I already knew that. “I’ve seen some porn,” she stammered uncertainly.

“But you don’t have to go easy on me just coz I haven’t done it. I don’t care, h…” she rushed to reassure me but I pressed a finger over her lips.

“Enough with the pleading. We’ll soon see how determined you actually are,” I chuckled.

I checked my phone as we went into the house. We’ve taken almost exactly quarter of an hour, getting the baby stuff. Ally and Jenny were both still in the exact position I left them in, the camera recording the rear view of their completely smooth and hairless pussies (what little pubes they had were meticulously removed with depilatory cream on the previous day) and pink starfish puckers.

“Anyone wants to fess up to moving?” I asked as I paused the camera.

Silence.

I laughed. I didn’t believe for one minute a teenage girl with no previous experience could stay motionless, other than breathing, for quarter of an hour. Let alone both of them! I expected the video recording to reveal one or both of them twitching or shifting weight from knee to knee or something in the first five minutes.

I kicked off my trainers, pulled my shorts and underpants off, and sat down on the sofa with a nice view of the both of them. I still had my t-shirt and socks on. It’s not like I had anyone to impress at this point. I think the subtle insult of making Piper suck my cock like this was going to be lost on her, but the idea kind of amused me nonetheless. My cock was already mostly hard, from the incredible view and the whole situation and it twitched at the thought that I was getting away with something a girl in any position to stand up for herself would almost definitely make a fuss about.

“Piper!” I motioned to the spot between my legs and she slipped in her and got down to her knees instantly. Someone really didn’t want to be a baby! And I was yet to find out just how badly!

“Show me what you learned about blowjobs from those porn videos you claim to have seen,” I snorted. There was an audible intake of breath from Jenny, but she held on, like a real trooper, and didn’t actually move or say anything.

“Oh and… no hands,” I added maliciously. Piper looked up at me, clearly a bit confused.

“I want a blowjob, not a handjob, so keep your hands behind your back. Interlace your fingers and keep them that way. Yes. Like that. And now… suck!”

A second later, my eyes went wide with shock. Piper opened her mouth wide and slipped her lips and tongue over my glans, and then the top third of my nearly fully-hard cock, as expected. Except… she just kept going. She swallowed nearly the whole of my cock. As in, more of it than either Ally or Jenny had done, right on the first go.

And then, predictably, she gagged and coughed and pulled back, dry-heaving, her eyes wide with shock.

“Ghhuaark!!!”

I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from laughing out loud. What did she expect? Her expectations when it came to blowjobs were clearly from some pretty hardcore porn! What a naughty girl. I could have explained that to suck me off, she didn’t exactly need to deep-throat me, but what would be the fun in that?

“Carry on,” I demanded coolly, as if nothing was amiss.

“Come on. A blowjob. That means suck, and keep sucking. Don’t let it slip out of your mouth again, or else!”

Piper hurriedly wrapped her mouth around my glans and began to suckle on it, lashing at it with her tongue, bobbing her head only very slightly. A far more sensible approach but I decided to mess with her a bit.

“Oh no, you had it right the first time, sex slave. You’re not a girlfriend getting your boyfriend off, you’re… serving me!” I explained.

“Deeper,” I demanded, and much to my shock, she immediately impaled her face on my cock just like she did before, even though she now knew what it felt like.

“Ghu-ACK,” went her throat and then he heaved and coughed again, this time, funnily, around my cock, because I told her she wasn’t allowed to let it slip out of her mouth anymore. She looked up at me, teary-eyed.

“Good girl, carry on,” I instructed as if nothing was amiss.

“I mean you really don’t have to do this. I told you that you would be better off as a baby,” I shrugged. In response, Piper impaled her face on my cock again—solid two thirds of what now was my full, stiff erection.

“Gack!” protested her throat. She didn’t even wait for me to encourage her. She moved her tongue around my glans, sort of suckling on it briefly, but before I could even tell her to, she plunged down again. Too deep.

“Ghuurk. GHACK!”

It was gruesome. I think at that point, she actually retched up a bit of bile. But she carried on, like a trooper. Soon, she got into the swing of it. Clearly, it was a horrible ordeal—she gagged every time she forced her head down, and my cock into her throat, and she coughed and dry-heaved a lot of the time in between, but she always just dived down again for another attempt.

The slow, choppy pace of the act as well as the fact that her sister had sucked me off in the morning was going to make sure this wasn’t going to be over quickly. Fun!

I rewound the video on the camera and replayed it at speed. As best as I could see, neither Jenny nor Ally had moved an inch since I left the house! At one point it looked as though Jenny had moved, but when I checked more closely, it was just a trick of light. I put the camera down.

“Well, this is impressive. It looks like the challenge is still on!”

Ally and Jenny remained motionless. They both seemed a little wet. Ally, as usually, more so. For whatever reason—probably the idea of an especially mean and humiliating punishment—they both seemed determined not to lose, and they were doing incredibly well so far!

Piper, meanwhile, carried on abusing her throat, descending down on my shaft ever few seconds, pushing down even as she gagged, hastily retreating, composing herself, taking in a hurried breath, then doing the whole thing again. And again.

“You’re going to have to start going faster, or deeper. This isn’t going to make me cum,” I told her. It wasn’t true, really, I suspected she would get me off eventually, but I was curious as to just how far I could push her.

She went for the compromise solution—pushing herself just a little deeper, taking ¾ of my cock on each go, and she pretty much stopped pausing to compose herself, bringing her face down over and over again, which resulted in gagging and retching basically nonstop. It was a messy process, with lots of drool and phlegm oozing down my cock and balls and dripping onto the carpet below, and I was amazed.

For a spoiled brat, Piper was turning out to be a Hell of a fighter. Clearly, when she was very determined, she had an impressive capacity to persevere! It all felt more than a little surreal. I went from being humiliated, to being the one humiliating the girls all the way to this, in just a little over 24 hours! Perhaps it was actually the shock and the speed of it that stopped them about really thinking about it and putting up more of a resistance. Perhaps there was more to it—it was still mostly a mystery to me, that I was getting away with all that was going on.

It was going well, but then, after all the retching and dry-heaving that only brough up phlegm from her throat maybe tainted with bile, Piper suddenly heaved more convulsively. A warm, slimy gush washed over my cock and I could see a flood of stomach juices spill down along my shaft and onto the carpet below. Piper had just lost the battle with her agitated stomach and puked a little. Whoops.

I almost couldn’t believe it as, even as she shot back to cough and gasp and heave, she managed to just barely keep the very tip of my glans between her lips.

“Sorry, Boyd!” she apologized, lips tickling the tip of my cock as she spoke.

“You’ll learn,” I shrugged, like it wasn’t even a big deal.

“But I said keep it in your mouth. And I didn’t say you could take a break, did I?” I snapped sharply. I was really just acting by then. This was all unprecedented, crazy new territory and I was expecting Piper to give up, or outright rebel any moment now!

I was therefore a little surprised when, with a small unhappy whimper, she began to lower her face into my crotch once more, deep enough to make herself gag.

“Come on, you already lost your stomach juices, might as well go all the way.”

She whined as soon as her throat stopped gurgling and gagging around my shaft.

“All the way, Piper. Don’t be a baby!”

It was the b-word that did it, I’m sure of it. Piper pulled back just enough for a big deep breath and then rammed her face down forcefully. Her nose pressed into my shaved pubis, her lips stretched around the very root of my cock. I could feel her slimy chin pressing into my ballsack. Wow.

She puked again.

I think at some point in this process, my rational brain, including any sense of compassion or empathy just clocked out. If I was thinking at all, I was thinking a 100% with my dick at this point. I made her do it again. And again. And again.

Piper puked, briefer spills of rapidly lessening amounts of her acidic, bitter stomach juices nearly a dozen times before her stomach just gave up, or outright ran out of anything to pump up. It was around this point that she got back into a semblance of a pace, mouth sliding all the way down my shaft, pausing as she forced herself into it despite her powerful gagging, then back for a breath, then almost immediately back down. She had probably initially went for a deepthroating approach because she had seen it in some really messed up video online, but by this point, what she was doing went beyond anything I’ve seen anywhere on the internet, ever!

It only took a minute or so longer, once she found a rhythm, before I came and spurted right down her throat during one of the many all-the-way-deepthroat plunges. I cried out and shuddered, and a moment later, I pushed her off. Gasping and heaving, she just collapsed down onto the floor, her eyes bloodshot and teary, her face a slimy, snotty mess.

I looked down at her and smiled.

“Who’s a big girl now?” I asked warmly, and Piper’s wrecked, filthy face instantly lit up with a genuine smile.

“Yesh-you-are,” I grinned and ruffled her hair. She giggled. It seemed like Jenny twitched at that, but the movement was almost imperceptible. Just a tensing and relaxing, not really moving. I wasn’t paying as much attention to her and Ally, especially at the later stage of the blowjob. If I had been, I’d have noticed she got so tense she nearly trembled, as outrage and fury she couldn’t even find the words and courage to express filled every inch of her body at what I was doing to her little sister. But I didn’t find out about that until much later.

Right now, I still had two motionless slaves kneeling bent over with their faces to the carpet, intimate areas obscenely on display, even as Piper looked at the mess she had made, a bit horrified.

“What if this stains the carpet?” she asked.

“Nah. It’s plastic, it will clean up fine. You can get started on that, actually. It stinks in here,” I chuckled.

“Maybe go wash your face, or actually, have a quick shower first,” I told her, reaching down to remove her collar. She nodded at me meekly, and looking more grateful than anything, she scampered off to get cleaned up.

I sighed deeply and leaned into the back of the couch, eyes rolling towards the ceiling. Now that my arousal had faded, I was beginning to realize how far I had pushed her, and a tight knot of unease, the sort of a feeling when you instinctively knew you royally fucked up, was quickly forming inside my stomach.

I was going to hell, wasn’t I? That was if I wasn’t going to jail first.

Shit.

i think that boyd is too much evil here, but still this story is amazing
where can i see your other stories?

egron wrote: ↑Mon Oct 23, 2023 2:08 pm i think that boyd is too much evil here, but still this story is amazing
where can i see your other stories?

Thank you!!!

He's a meanie for sure, then again, the girls turned out surprisingly/secretly submissive as so he's just being a Horny teenage boy who always wanted to be dominant and now he can, really.

My archive thread is here: viewtopic.php?f=8&t=2874

I will add Tables Turned to it and possibly more when I have time to edit.

I'm so excited and can't wait for the next part

I got a bit stuck figuring out how to continue this in a fun way that wasn't implausibly and excessively dark, but still kinky. See what you think below!

Chapter 3. ⁠— Mean, cruel and humiliating

I was still lost in … I wanna say “thought” but it was more like a rising sense of panic as my arousal faded and I started to process I just made Piper deepthroat me and carry on until she made me cum down her throat, even though she puked multiple times in the process. The poor tyke! The fact that she seemed proud of the achievement and not really upset suddenly only seemed a small consolation. I would have probably just stood there frozen for a good long while, except Jenny suddenly sneezed a massive, loud sneeze that made her body jerk and rock in the cutest way, her pussy winking at me as she did—I would have found it funny if the surprising sound didn’t make me double-flinch. Double, because Ally yelped in shock and jumped so hard she actually fell over sideways.

A chuckle started and died in my throat when I saw Ally leap at Jenny to pounce her and smack her.

“You bitch!” she snarled. Jenny got tackled over and a moment later, she was swinging her hands back at Ally. I had to dive in and rather roughly break up what was starting to look like a potentially serious cat-fight. What the Hell was going on? It was only then that I saw Ally was in floods of tears. As soon as she got pulled off Jenny, she curled up and began to sob.

“What was THAT? What’s going on?” I asked. Jenny looked equally stumped, plus she glared at me in a really vicious way.

“You mean other than you abusing my little sister?”

I gaped. I was about to try and protest but Piper rushed back in with a wet cloth and a small bucket with a bit of water.

“Shut up, Jenny! I chose it. I wanted it. I don’t wanna be a baby and I didn’t do anything I didn’t want to,” she added fiercely, blushing at her own admission.

Jenny’s eyes went wide.

“Really? I was so worried for you…”

Piper rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, that’s exactly it. You always worry about me, I’m either the baby, or the badly behaved brat. I can’t just be ME for once, can I?” She stomped her foot before getting down to start scrubbing at the stain on the carpet.

“I didn’t mean to…” Jenny looked properly stumped now, unsure what to say, her words just fizzling away.

“I didn’t exactly mean for things to go that way either,” I admitted, raising my hands up as a gesture of peace, “but admittedly, Piper now holds the record for the best and most determined co-urmmmm-c-cocksucker in the house,” I stammered. “No one is to call her ‘little’ or ‘baby’,” I announced. Piper smiled a victorious smile, beaming.

“Mine was better than Ally’s and Jenny’s?” she asked a moment later, glancing towards her big sister smugly.

“Yours was like out of a serious porn video, better than the two together,” I told her. It was true, at least in part, and also, if Piper honestly was proud and happy with her performance, I felt like I was kind of off the hook. If she started crying or something, I’d feel really, really bad.

Speaking of tears…

I squatted down and hugged Ally.

“What’s with you?”

She mumbled something inaudible.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“I command you to tell me why you are crying, slave,” I said in an exaggeratedly haughty, bossy tone that made even Allyl giggle through her snot and tears.

“I dunno, even. I mean you got kinda scary, man and I guess I got worried about the cruel and humiliating punishment. I also…” she blushed and bit her lip, pausing.

“Yes?”

“I guess I also really wanted to impress you,” she shrugged. “It sounds stupid when I say it out loud,” she added hastily and looked away.
I touched her chin and turned her face gently to face me.

“Doesn’t sound stupid at all. And you should both know I’m CRAZY impressed and surprised you lasted this long. I was expecting five, ten minutes tops!” I admitted.

“This was freaking cool, and you’re AWESOME. Both of you. Aaaand,” I looked towards Jenny, “Jenny moved AS she sneezed, so if anyone’s getting punished, it’s her.”

Ally’s eyes lit up and she wiped her tears, making a small pout at me.

“Really? You mean all that?”

“Heck yeah!” I kissed her. It was a bit of a snotty kiss, and I had to wipe my face with a tissue right after, but it seemed to really cheer her up.
Jenny gulped and looked at me anxiously.

“So… what’s my punishment?”

I blinked. I was still surprised that I was actually in charge to this extent. Jenny had snapped at me only a minute ago, before Piper came to my defense. I was honestly expecting her to protest or argue. I looked at Piper who was nearly done mopping up the wet patch in front of the couch.
“Well. It was going to be horrendous and nasty and painful,” I pouted smugly, “but I think your effort was… commendable, despite being the one to lose in the end. I also think Piper deserves a reward, for once.” Piper turned towards me, suddenly all perky and alert.

“Therefore, I declare you, Jenny, the LITTLE sister. The BABY sister. We’ll put you in diapers and pop the pacifier in your mouth. No talking. No walking. You’re one year old until further notice. Your BIG sister Piper is in charge of you,” I announced.

“We can age her up during nappy changes. By how much will depend on how well she plays her role,” I explained to Piper. “But we’ll keep her younger than you for the rest of the weekend. You definitely earned big sister rights!” I told her. Piper jumped up and down and squealed. Then she smacked her forehead, rolled her eyes and chuckled when she realized how childish she was acting.

“I mean, yes, of course, Boyd, sir. I’ll take EXCELLENT care of my baby sister,” she said in a deep, mock-adult-like voice. Jenny groaned, but I think she was secretly expecting worse and unlike Piper she didn’t’ have a chip on her shoulder over being the baby, therefore this wasn’t quite as horrid for her.

We didn’t have proper little-baby-like diapers and anyway, such sort would never fit Jenny. Even the biggest pull ups we had were a crazy tight fit for her curvy butt. Halfway between a diaper and a thong. Me, Piper and Ally all giggled once we had the pull up in place and popped a pacifier in Jenny’s mouth. Jenny wasn’t finding it quite as amusing as the rest of us but didn’t dare complain.

“When she wets her nappy, this stripe,” I pointed to the front of the diaper, “will turn blue. You’re in charge of changing her,” I told Piper and it was now that Jenny’s eyes went wide, as she began to realize what being denigrated down to the role of a diapered baby was actually going to entail.

“How about you warm up a bottle of milk for her and feed her. Sounds fun?” I chuckled and Piper nodded eagerly.

“When she wets herself, call me. I wanna see the first diaper change up close and intimate,” I told Piper who grinned wickedly.

I nodded and took Ally’s hand.

“I want a bit of privacy with Ally upstairs now.” Ally blushed and bit her lip nervously.

We went upstairs—being the gentleman that I am, I let her go first. All right, it was only for the close-up view of her wiggling butt. Sheesh. Like we didn’t establish that I’m kind of a perv already.

We went into Jenny’s room. I picked up my back-pack and pulled out a little pouch of lube. Ally was confused. She clearly never saw lube in this kind of packaging (it looked almost like a fast food restauration ketchup portion, just blue…)

“So.”

She dropped to her knees, looking up at me expectantly.

“I think we just found where the line is, downstairs, didn’t we?” I asked and she blinked at me, confused.

“Well, if Piper had just been forced to suck my cock, let alone in such a gross and messy manner, literally no one currently in the house would actually be happy about it. I kinda assumed that tells you all you need to know. It’s *hot* to pretend that you girls are my sex slaves for the weekend, that you can’t say no to *anything*, blah, blah, blah. I am no goody-good-shoes, but I am not a rapist either. I don’t want to rape you, or even have sex with you just because you made a promise or because you’re worried I might do something worse to you otherwise,” I clarified.

“You know what a stop word is, Ally?”

She blushed, bit her lip and nodded. I smiled.

“Clearly I’m not the only perv around here,” I chuckled and she only blushed harder, not even arguing back.

“So, what’s your stop word?” I asked.

Ally opened and closed her mouth. She clearly did not expect events to take this turn.

“I.. eh… Hyacinth?”

“No. Fucking. Way,” I ruffled her hair. She blinked at me in surprise.

“So, do I call you Phèdre?” I asked and I don’t think I’ve even seen anyone’s eyes suddenly go quite so wide.

“Kushiel’s Dart,” we said both at once, then chuckled.

“Well, all right, I smiled. Hyacinth it is. Now let’s be clear. I’m mean and I’m horny. I’ll dish out whatever you can take, but when you’ve had enough, when we’ve hit your limit, you’ll use your stop word. I already know you want to impress me from earlier, so I won’t lecture you about how important those are and that you’re not supposed to just mess me about using yours when there isn’t a serious reason for it. Now, on all fours. I’m gonna fuck your butt.”

Ally’s face was just going red in wave after wave. She let out a barely audible whimper as she turned around and got on her hands and knees.
“Won’t the condom tear if you go in dry?” she mumbled nervously.

“It’s not a condom. It’s a small packet of lube. They give them out for free at the sexual health clinic,” I explained, getting behind her, pulling my bottoms down and smacking her butt playfully.

“That’a’girl,” I said as I lubed up and aligned my cock with her cute puckered starfish.

“Eh?”

“What, eh?” I snorted.

“What did I do that makes me good?” she asked shyly.

“You obeyed, got on your hands and knees with your butt sticking conveniently towards me, clearly ready for anal sex, even though you’re clearly not getting much prep or warm-up. You’re not even complaining that our first sex, unless you count a blowjob, will be up your back hole. You’re being a good slave. So… that’a’girl.”

“Thank you.”

“For?”

Ally blushed and whimpered.

“Praising me? I like being a good girl. I like it when you praise me. More than I should,” she admitted a little breathlessly.

For a girl who only days ago seemed all too keen to humiliate and bully me, Ally surely was turning out to be quite the submissive. Which suited me fine. I used whatever leftover lube there was to wet my finger and pushed it up her behind to prepare her at least little bit.

“Ugggh.”

“That’s just my finger.”

“I know,” she chuckled, albeit tensely.

“Is that intense already?”

“Yeah. I never did anything like this before,” she admitted.

“Wow. Your first butt sex and it will be painal with a sadistic meanie of a guy. That’s shit luck, that,” I snorted and she chuckled as well—a little nervously, though. I actually felt her tense a little at hearing me jokingly use the word ‘painal’.

I got lube up her sphincter and relaxed it by fingering it some, but I wasn’t feeling terribly patient. I also didn’t want the act to be completely painless for Ally. Honestly, by this point, I doubted even she would prefer it to be painless. She was natural for the kind of treatment I was doling out.
A minute later, the tip of my cock was pushing at her back-hole, slowly stretching those creases and slipping in. Ally huffed, grunted, and just as I stopped to give her a moment to adjust, she hissed in pain and muttered a “yeowch”.

“I know. It wouldn’t be fun if it didn’t hurt, though,” I told her.

“You’re a mean bastard, sir.”

“I sure am. And it’s making your pussy leak down the insides of your thighs, most of the way down towards your knees.”

Ally whimpered and shuddered with shame. She knew I was telling the truth.

I’d love to brag and say I fucked her hard, until she was a sweaty mess. But her butthole was so tight it almost hurt my penis, and she kept gasping and whimpering in pain. Between the intensity of the sensation and the power trip of it, I barely got into a pace, never even quite sinking my entire cock inside her, and I could already feel my arousal racing upwards towards a peak. I came with a huff and a grunt, not quite five full minutes from the moment I first pushed the tip of my cock into her butt.

I pulled out and patted her buttocks. Then I noticed my earlier, slightly exaggerated comment had since turned 100% accurate. Ally’s pussy BEGGED to be fucked. Her labia were slick and swollen, oozing with girl juices. When I ran my finger between them she moaned and shuddered.

“Awww, wanna cum?” I asked teasingly.

“Yessir,” she blurted out without hesitation. “Please!”

“No!” I decided and Ally whined like she was about to start full-on crying. This was FUN. I had somewhat dubious consent for all of this, especially in Piper’s case but somewhat less dubious now, and with Ally, it was easier and easier to see that I was hitting all the right buttons with how I was treating her.

We showered. I made Ally wash me and allowed her to rinse off too, not that it helped Ally much. She was visibly wet again before we re-joined Piper and Jenny downstairs. I got dry and dressed first, of course. It was fun to strut around with clothes on purely for the sake of the contrast between me and my naked, collared slave girls.

Piper was bottle-feeding Jenny and looking just about the happiest I’ve ever seen her at her sister’s sour, but resigned expression. She was clearly so eager to enjoy every moment of her “big sister” role and I saw no reason to ruin her fun, especially when Jenny tried to glare at me, failed and instead met my eyes blushing, looking almost puppy-like and pitiful. My cock—even limp and spent as it was—twitched. This was absolutely incredible. I sort of wished Miriam would left us for more than a couple of days. But even 48 hours of this was more hours of incredible, kinky fun than I had ever even dreamt of!