A weird and wonderful world of sex is controlled by Mistress Becky - as told from my point of view....
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I couldn't believe it was happening. My cock was hard and I felt her hand grab it tightly. I groaned as she squeezed it just that little bit too much. My groan elicited a smile from Becky. "I knew you would be up to the challenge" she whispered as she rubbed the sensitive tip of my penis around the edges of her warm, damp pussy. The feeling was exquisite as her soft lips touch the pulsing tip of my cock. Her hand stopped the movement as she looked me in the eyes and signalled it was time for me to enter her. This was the moment I had worked towards so long, even though I never thought it would be possible at the start. My cock slipped deeper down into her silky, moist cunt. I felt like shooting my hot seed into her there and then, no matter what the consequences, but I restrained myself. I had been through months of hell to get this far. I remembered all the mental discipline exercises and the practice sessions I had endured. These would keep me strong, and help me last the course. Her cunt was so warm and wet around my pole, and I kept using a counting exercise to help take my mind off the exquisite sensations I was having. In keeping with what I had learned my hand went down and began to stimulate her clitoris. I keep wondering to myself would it be satisfactory or would it seem too mechanical, too rehearsed. She was moaning softly, so I assumed that slow thrusts and clit stroking were having some effect. My next target were her small breasts. My lips sunk down on her left nipple as began to suck it gently, just as I had been instructed. while my left hand caressed her other breast. I was using everything I had to ensure that she came out of this satisfied. Although the end result basically the same, the outcome would be slightly different. All this was racing through my mind as I cam closer and closer to letting out my cum into her tight, warm crack. I could feel Becky begin to hump harder underneath me, and as such I quickened my pace. I fucked her harder, and played her nipples and clit like a guitar. The time was now. She began to pant as I humped my cock in as far as it would go. Soon my seed was shooting into her as I had the most intense orgasm of my life. Becky too was in the throes of orgasm. Soon my store of hot spunk was inside her, and I withdrew my cock, and rolled over, awaiting her verdict. She turned her head around and kissed me gently on the lips and whispered : "You were better than I expected. You used that to full effect." A smile crept across her face as she called out "Take him down". Soon Samantha and Ian came and picked me up off the bed. I knew not to offer any resistance. They carried me back to my quarters, placed me on the bed and left me there. All I heard was the sound of the door lock behind them. ____________________________________ I'm sitting here on the edge of my bed, thinking over what just happened. Mistress Becky had allowed me into her bed. This was no ordinary occasion, not something that a boy like me would ever expect. How this all happened is a story of it's own, and as such I suppose the time to tell it is now. My name is Ray, and I am 17 years of age. Since the age of 14, I've been living in the city, on my own after escaping my drunken "father". He wasn't my real dad, but he was one of my mother's ex-lovers, and really didn't care for me. She left me behind as a kid, and since then he was stuck with me. I was just used as a fuck toy when he, and or his mates came in drunk. By 11 I had been used by half the guys in my locality. I just got fucked off (if you pardon the pun) with being messed around, and one fine summer day I hopped on the train and landed in the big, wide city. Since then I lived from day to day and with my experience from "home", I was able to make a reasonable amount of money letting guys use my mouth and ass. So I spent my time renting and living in a squat with some older guys, who in return for sex gave me a roof and protection. I was only 16, approaching my seventeenth birthday when I decided to go to a park in another part of town. I'd never cruised there before, but I'd heard there was good trade to be done up that way. So I stepped off the bus, entered the park and started walking. It was a bitter cold night, with a strong, sharp wind blowing. I lit up a cigarette and walked down the road. A large red hatchback soon pulled up alongside, and the window slid down. I bent over and looked in and saw a guy, about 24 or 25 in the drivers seat. He had his cock out, stroking it to erection, He nodded for me to get in, and I hopped in immediately. Normally I would agree a price, but if the guy was especially hot I would often give a freebie. And this guy was hot, very hot. He was short, but stockily built. I could almost see the abs he had through his t-shirt, they were that defined. He wanted me to come back to his place, and spend the night. It was an offer I couldn't, and wouldn't refuse. He told me he lived quite a bit away from town and asked was it ok for me to be away. I told him the condensed version of my life story, emphasising the bit about how no-one would miss me as I was my own person now. You had to do this as some of the punters would get irrationally afraid that some family member or friend was going to track them down and find them if they found out what I was doing and with whom. Knowing that I was indeed a free agent calmed their fears and lead to some of them being a little bit rougher than they would be to their other pick-up's. At 16, I was a perfect pick-up. I was still relatively smooth, with only scraggy patches of hair around the cock and under the arm pits. Shaving was still only a weekly activity for me. I suppose I was a late developer, and this coupled with my under-nourishment gave me the look of someone a year or two younger. My balls hung fairly low in their sac, and my cock was a small to average size. this didn't matter to me much as I considered myself to be a sub anyway, so it wasn't in action much, other than the odd masturbation session. He offered me a cigarette, and we both lit up. We talked about this and that, ice-breaking conversation more than anything else. The talk soon turned, as it normally did, to my sexual preferences. I told him I liked to fuck and to suck cocks. He smiled at me and said nothing. It took us about an hour to reach his place. We pulled into a driveway, and soon I heard the sound pebbles beneath the tyres as we came to a stop. We had arrived. I stepped out of the car and found myself outside a house. This was not any house however, and I saw when I looked up. It was a lovely big old house, and I imagined we were looking at least 200 years old. I looked back and the driveway went on as far back as I could see in the dark night. My pick-up walked around from the driver's side of the car and walked me towards the front door. He took out a bunch of keys and opened two locks on the large heavy door. He pushed the door open and let me walk in front of him. As I stepped inside he pushed me so hard, that I stumbled to the ground. I thought to myself that this guy probably likes it rough, which was fine be me. Rough was the way I liked my men. I heard the door slam behind me. I began to get myself up from the ground when I heard a voice tell me to stay down. It took me a moment to realise that this wasn't the guy who picked me up. I lay on the floor until I saw a shadow I looked up and saw a female form above me. Almost at that instant I felt a stream of warm piss flow on top of me. I wondered what the fuck I had got myself in for now. ____________________________________ I'm sitting here on the bed and I'm still drained from the activity of the afternoon, but even thinking about it makes my cock twitch. What I've told you happened almost 6 months ago now. the fact that you are here makes me assume you still want to know what happened. Well I will tell you. Mistress Becky ( for as she pissed down unto me she clearly instructed as to how I would refer to her. As she finished, she told me to stand up. Slowly I stood and took in my surroundings. Right in front of me was Mistress Becky, a tall woman, with long jet black hair, piercing blue eyes. She was dressed only in a leather-bra type top and knee high leather boots. I looked around and saw two other women, dressed in similar boots standing and smiling, along with the guy who picked me up dressed in his t-shirt and jeans. Mistress Becky looked me up and down, and ordered me to strip. Sensing that I had no choice to obey, I did so. In a matter of moments I was standing there naked. they guy came over and took my clothes away, so I stood only myself and Mistress Becky were left in this mini-arena. She put her hand to my groin and started to stroke my penis. she pulled back the foreskin and examined it in her hand. She laughed at what was there and ordered Mistress Samantha to come over. She whispered something to her friend and smile played across Samantha's face. She beckoned to Damian (the guy who picked me up) to come over. He grabbed me by the arm and out of the room. We were closely followed Samantha. I didn't want to struggle as I knew Damian could easily inflict damage to me. In the light I could see his muscular frame so much better ,and I knew I would not stand a chance if he decided to get physical. We entered a room, and Damian instructed me to lie on a bed. All I remember is a mask going over my face, and a black sleep descending on me. I'm not sure how much longer it was before I woke up, but I remember it was in pain. It felt like morning, and my cock was hard with a raging erection. I raised my head and looked down. I blinked and looked again. My cock was there, but head of it was red and swollen. To make it worse they had circumcised me. My foreskin was gone. My penis felt naked without it. A sense of shock came over me, as a I sat there and stared at my cock head. It must of been a few minutes before I became aware of my surroundings. I was in a room, with a tiny slit for a window in one wall and a thick solid old fashioned door on the other side. There was a bed, a chair and a small locker beside the bed. On the locker there was a sandwich, a glass of water and a note. I ate ravenously, despite the bread being slightly hard, and drank the water. Only then did I read the note. It read: "You will remain in your room until sent for. Food may be delivered at a later stage. If so you will hear a knock at the door. When you hear the knock, you must stand facing the opposite wall with your hands in the air. You will not be allowed out of your room until we decide. We can see everything you do, as there is a camera in the corner." If you look in your locker, you will see a pair of my underwear. I want you to wear them. I also allowed you one pleasure - I've left your cigarettes there. Use them wisely as you will get no more between now and the time I let you out, whenever that may be. Mistress Becky" I was in for a long wait, and I was afraid of what was to come. ____________________________________ I had been in the room three days now, with only two visits from a woman I had not seen before. I stood against the wall as instructed. A bucket was left for me to urinate and defecate in on the first day. By the second day the stench in the tiny room was almost unbearable. I sat down and smoked my last cigarette, thinking about what I was going to do next. There was no way put of this room, and well no-one was ever going to think of looking from here. Even my squatmates would think he had just moved on somewhere else. My cock was getting hard under the black lace underwear I was made wear. I was really horny. I knew I must of been unconscious for a day or two, and then yesterday my cock was too sore to even contemplate it. Now I was dying to cum, and decided to masturbate. I stood over the stinking bucket and and took my cock out and began to stroke it. God it smarted to begin with, but by taking gentle strokes I soon had myself erect. I purposely turned towards the camera to let my watchers see me perform. That made me even more excited, and in no time I was shooting a load of sperm down into the vile bucket, with the pleasure of the orgasm offsetting the smarting pain of the healing tissue on my penis in an exquisite balance. I pulled the panties up over my softening erection, and flopped down on the bed. I must have fallen asleep as the next thing I remember I was awoken by Ian who dragged me from the bed. He instructed me to get up. Ian's rippling torso was covered by a tightly fitted rubber vest, and his large cock and balls were visible through a crotchless pair of rubber shorts. As soon as he saw me up and standing in those panties his cock arose to a mighty length. I knew he wanted to burst my asshole open there and then, and as such I decided to flirt with him. As I passed by him I let my hand fondle his cock gently. He immediately pulled me back and flung me face down on the bed. The next thing I felt was a sudden crack across my bottom. And again, and again. This went on for what seemed like ages. I began to cry as he lashed me more and more. Then he stopped and turned me over and squeezed my balls so hard I begged him to stop. Ian told me to never, ever touch anyone here unless instructed. It was a lesson I learned the hard way.