I wanted to stop bouncing, I really did. I wanted to stop sliding up and down on the long, fat dildo plowing my sweaty, lubbed-up ass, but I couldn’t. He had commanded me to fuck myself, up and down, so that’s what I had to do. At this point, after all the conditioning he had put me through, I didn’t have the power to disobey. I would bounce until he allowed me to stop or until I passed out from exhaustion, whichever comes first.
That’s why my extremely turned on brain couldn’t handle seeing them walk into the room. My jaw dropped open when I saw how good they all looked, and I knew I must have looked like such a horny slut. The embarrassing truth is, as I glanced down at their crotches, I kind of felt like I was.
“Well I see you’re still obeying,” He nodded at me, “that’s very good. These fantastic fellas are the twins: believe it or not my younger brothers. Both straight, I’m afraid, so not going to be of much use to you. Still, they’ll be staying with us for a few weeks and I expect you to try your best to earn rewards from them. I happen to know that this guy right here,” He patted one of his brother’s on the shoulder, “is willing to grant you the luxury of his warm bottled piss, and this guy,” he patted the other, “is willing to make you the yummy treat of frozen piss popsicles.”
“Mmmrrrfff,” I licked my lips and closed my eyes. Several of the hypnotically engrained words and images he had placed in my head over the past few days flashed inside my eyelids. My eyes snapped open and I looked from one of his brothers to the other, “Oh fuck, straight dicks piss.”
“Hell yeah they do,” He clapped both of his brothers on the shoulder, “not that you’ll get to see them doing it. They are my brothers, after all: it would be weird if you got a good look at their dicks. So, instead, you have to earn their piss either bottled or frozen.”
I looked down at myself and then back at them. Sure, I was wearing a jock and cup to hide my unattended boner, but I still felt deeply humiliated about how nearly-naked I was versus how fully clothed they were. I wanted to express how degraded I felt, forced to bounce on a dildo in front of them, but all I could do was lick my lips like a greedy cockslut.
“Nice to meet you,” Piss-popsicles had a smooth, cool voice, “our brother has told us a lot about you, including some of your commands and triggers. I have a feeling you’re going to find me uniquely irresistible and yet highly unattainable. You’re basically going to have an addiction to me, but you’ll never get a fix.”
“I on the other hand,” My eyes snapped to the other brother, who looked me up and down, “I may actually let you get a few little pieces of me. Like,” He motioned to the embarrassing display that I was putting on, “you look like you could use a sock. Would you like that? One of my socks to sniff and taste while you fuck yourself?”
“Please!” I looked at his feet and moaned. I looked up at him and his arrogant smirk and couldn’t help but moan again, “Aw shit, I want to sniff a straight guy’s socks.”
He exchanged a meaningful look with his older brother. He looked back at me and shook his head, “Well, I’m glad you know what you want, but next time ask politely. Don’t just…you know…state it as a demand. Now keep your mouth shut, go fuck yourself, and we’ll talk about this more at dinner.”
“Go fuck yourself,” His twin nodded in agreement.
Their older brother just gave me the finger, making it three for three on the “go fuck yourself” command.. So I continued to fuck myself as I watched all three hot guys leave the room. The worst part is, I tried and failed to suppress a pathetic moan as I found myself drooling at the idea that brothers, especially twins, might have similar tasting butts.
Ugh, I really wish they’d let me stop bouncing, up and down, on this long, thick, deep-fucking dildo…
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