Scotty, a another blond boy, wit hair reaching his shoulders, 15, conceited and aware of his own beauty, gets behind me and pushes the _d_i_l_d_o_ up my ass.
-Hey, Ric, how long has it been wearing the _d_i_l_d_o_? - shouts to my Master, occupied showing Brian things he probably even didn't know they existed.
-Maybe two hours, but don't worry, he likes it. - and they all started laughing, as if that were a particularly amuysing joke.
-Do you like it, asshole? - spoken directly I must answer with two barks to say yes, one to say no. I bark twice. Once I was stupid enough to bark only once and he had me in the _d_i_l_d_o_ harness longer I could have ever dared to think I could resist.
-Bring Brian here, that I want to show him something.
Again all the kids are around me. Scotty pulls out roughly the _d_i_l_d_o_ and puts it on the floor in front of me.
-Come on, faggot, suck it clean.
The _d_i_l_d_o_ naturally is full of my own _s_h_i_t_, but this is a relatively simple rutine that I know I must comply. I start lapping the _d_i_l_d_o_.
-Good work, dog, show me how much you enjoy what you are doing.
I do my best to pretend that I like lapping my _s_h_i_t_ and they laugh and enjoy themselves.
The other kids are all fourteen, the age my Master had when he dominated me. The youngest was at the moment Brian, which I later knew was only eleven. Brian was a smart boy, soon he said:
-Why is it that it has no hair on his body?
-We shave it - it meaning me- or sometimes we burn its hair. It's very funny.
-Yes, it smells like burnt chicken!- more laughs.
-I don't know you, but I am hungry, we can play with it later- said Dave, black long hair, perhaps the strongest despite his age (14), very well built and muscled.
-O. K., bitch, serves us our dinner, and do it well or you know the consequences - that was a stupid game, they will likely make me fall (easy, wearing constantly handcuffs at my ankles), and pretend they have to punish me for that. As if they needed any excuse for torturing me.
I hastened to the table to help then seat and started serving the food. While they were eating I had to stay under the table and suck every 2 minutes each of their dicks. Soon they started the game of pissing on my mouth, and I had to drink all their piss. Unfortunately I spilled some piss from Thomas, a thin lad with cropped hair, a good boy overall, perhaps the least sadistic, but on the game as all the rest. I was quickly judged for a punishment for my sloppiness.
When dinner was over they all sat on couches that formed a circle and I was put in the middle. From the roof hang chains to hang me as they pleased. But first came another thing.
-Come on, sucker, you are going to knell in front of each one of us, kiss our shoes and then rest over our laps for a good spanking.
That may not sound very terrible, but when there are seven spankings coming, each one trying their hardest to get a reaction from me, a competition of sorts, over an already sore bottom, not to mention the humiliation of the whole process, made it very tough. Besides, I knew this was only for starters.
As the initiated, I was ordered to go to Brian first. He did his best, but after all he was only 11 and using only his hand. His friends told him not to worry that later he would have his chance. The others were more practiced, Dave using his already mentioned muscles took the chance to lay a good thrashing at me. I knew I could not speak, but I couldn`t prevent cries and shouts of pain from leaving my mouth. That doesn't mean the others were not just as vicious, they were, you know.
Back at the center of the circle they started discussing who did better, and the colour of my bottom. I had to lay there prostated in my reglamentary position while these kids talked of me like of one of their toys.
Finally I was hang of the roof with a chain so that only the tips of my feet reached the floor. It is a very inconfortable position. But it was to become more than that.