Donna

                                              

                                                 Donna 

                              Chapter 1 Donna Takes Charge

                                            by roccodadom44

                                                       roccodadom6969@yahoo.com

DISCLAIMER  this story is fiction. I did once let a woman and son live wth me, with horrible results. But it was mostly financial shit, her stealing from me, that ended things. I did have fantasies of me and him, but never acted on them, and did get to briefly see him boff a few teenagers, by accident, his door never stayed closed, go figure. So please dont tell me Im sick, I have a great boring full life, and my fantasies are that, the musings of a free mind. nuff said.

   I asked for it, so no sense in whining now. You see, I was one of those guys with a little dick, who turned that shortcoming into the whole focus of my life. My first two marriages ended in divorce, the first because of money problems, though my lack of size sure helped as she told me after the divorce that I never satisfied her. The second, we delved into the cuckold lifestyle, and yeah, she ran off with a bull, go figure. She also gave me a real taste of how much I loved to be humiliated because by the end of our marriage, wife number two really hated me, and made things nasty for me. I still masturbate to some of her slights at me, so I was aware of my addiction to abuse.

 

     I was pretty convinced that living alone was the way to go for me. I had a great job at a machine shop, twenty five dollars an hour, plus benefits, house was paid off, no bills, and I had my free time to myself. I was bored, yes, but I was safe, and that meant something, for Christ sake. And for five years I held to that mantra, no dates, unless they were escorts, and those thieving, dull whores did not do it for me, it was all so boring, so I gave it up. I would have a few drinks in a local bar, and then head home, stroke myself off, thinking always of being humiliated and worse, and fall into another boring sleep. That is not to say I did not notice the hot women around me or desire them, I was just convinced that it would end like my other relationships had, with me depressed and heartbroken, who needs that shit, apparently I did.

    When she sat next to me my first thought was, wow, she has beautiful eyes, that deep blue that draws you in, like the carribean sea. She could talk, she was funny, I mean naturally funny, not drunk funny or trying to hard, funny, she made you want to laugh with her. Her skin was so white and the freckles accented that whiteness. Her hair was light red, and full, it seemed to swing in slow motion whenever she turned her head, but I could be overremembering. It was weird how easily she got me to open up, how comfortable it was to just talk to her. I noticed her beauty, sure it was hard not to, She wore nice, but conservative clothes, silk blouse, skirt to her knees, but she exuded, for a want of a better term, slutpigness, if that is a word. She was the girl every other girl hated on principal, because she could not help looking hot in a sexual way, it was impossible for guys not to ogle her, it was all biological.

   Donna, that was her name, divorced with a sixteen year old son, told me her history and it did not scare me, her ex was a drunk, did not pay child support and had no real contact with his son. She was renting an apartment with her son and working at a real estate office as a secretary.  Seemed about the same story of most of America. I did wondered why she was drinking alone, but some questions you do not ask, and I always drank alone, so what the fuck. As the drinks came she got me to tell her my story, I being insecure, had to impress upon her how my house was paid off, that I had money saved. Who tells a cunt at the bar that shit, unless they are lying or stupid, I was not lying. I noticed, but did not consider, the way her sexy eyes lit up at my telling her about my money. I was never that good at the obvious, so when she asked me to go out some time, I was all in. I bought the sweetness, the easy laughter, the feigned interest in my life, though, somewhere inside me, deep, I knew I also just bought a bundle of sour.

    The date with Donna was good, we talked and laughed over a nice dinner at my favorite grill, and I was starting to let my defence down. Maybe this girl will be different, she was, I was just to stupid to understand that my date was looking for a mark, someone to solve her money and living problems. But, oh no, I was eating out of her hand by the end of our meal, she had that half smile, I interpreted as happiness, but turned out to be satisfaction at reeling me in. Back at my house, she was impressed by my home, I loved old things and had gotten quite a collection together, some expensive, most just high end reproductions. That she remarked on the extra bedroom, set off no warning signals, probably because I was staring at her fat tits, inside her green silk blouse, the nipples poked through her bra, on several occasions,  I was thinking only with the little fella.

  She tasted good, her whole body tasted good. Starting out tenatively, I soon was running my tongue all over her made to slut nude body. Her breasts were fat and heavy, with minimal sagging, the nipples were pink and perfect. She carried about ten extra pounds, but as she told me, she went to the gym regularly, so her flesh, though soft, was taut. Buttocks are so yes or no. Either a girl has a nice ass or she does not, and Donna did. Wow, it was round, firm, yet soft, and so,so, smooth, running my tongue over it was extremely satisfying. Thighs can be so sexy, the way they led into her cunt, tight, yet soft, they screamed lick me, and I did. Her cunt was spectacular,  I did not usually notice what a cunt looked like, but hers was fine. She had shaved from her clit to her ass, and her cunt lips were fat, pink, and perfectly formed. Above her clit, Donna had shaved her pubic hair into a heart shape, it was so erotic, that sexy red pubic hair, wow.

  Her cunt tasted like piss and I love that. She came while I ate her, that really made me happy. That took the pressure off my sexual performance, or lack there of. She had already gotten hers, so now I could climb on and let my little penis poke around. She had other ideas, as she slowly sucked my cock hard, and she stopped when it was hard, and she looked at it closely, all three inches. I felt like I was gonna cry, that feeling of agony, she was going to comment on my lack of size. The pain of my cock, throbbing and leaking precum at the potential humiliation coming my way, the part of me that shuddered at the hopelessness of trying to ever please a woman, were clashing. I wanted to just tell her to leave and accept that I should never try this shit, again.

  I did cry, not at her cruelty, but rather at the tender way she explained that she did not mind that I was little, she loved oral sex, and she stressed that she put more value in how a guy treated her outside the bedroom. Looking into my wanting to believe eyes, she told me "do not worry, I have a good feeling about us, like we were made for each other,  we can have lots of fun in the bedroom, just you wait and see." There, that kind of smug grin, I hoped her idea of fun in the bedroom included me. It did, though not quite the way I intended. My penis needed release, and as she was talking to me, she was mindlessly running her finger over my tiny penis, and I came.You need to know that for whatever reason my load of cum is always tiny, a couple of little spurts. My second wife maintained it was because my balls were so small, but whatever, there I was with a couple of little puddles of juice dripping down my under sized cock.

  It was so fucking embarrassing, I could of died, she laughed, and then said, "Wow you really are a fast draw," I was sputtering "Its just that I am so excited to be with you." She did not buy it, but to her credit she spent the next hour talking to me about my short comings, some of it was brutal, like when she told me, point blank, I would never satisfy her cunt with my pecker. To have someone take the time to lay out a roadmap of how sex could work between us was novel, but it was also scary, she was stating as a fact, I was inferior, that put me below her, though I did not figure that out at the time. She did let me put my cock in her,  I had a great little spurt, after about twenty thrusts,  she seemed amused at my patheticness, I had a small willy,  I had no sense of rhythm, I was not born to fuck, or dance for that matter.

  After she left I was on the emotional roller caster, elated that we were going to out again, petrified that this could get serious. I did not want to be a three time loser at marriage, but I also knew that Donna was looking for that, I did at least sense that, so I was not completely senseless, so there. It is kind of weird how life just moves on, and I seemed to be just swept up in it, like I had no choice. Within three months we had a routine, me and Donna. We would go out to a bar three nights a week and she would sing Karoake, and I would beam with pride, that she was with me. On those night we never had sex, only made out and she would let me feel her tits, something I could do for hours.

      She would use this time to tell me about her past sexcapades, and that is what they were. She admitted that she loved sex, and again, why I did not see the warning signs in that,Wow, I could not fuck and she could not live without fucking, that is great. I looked at her in a new light, not as a slut, though she was definitely of that persuasion. Just sitting in the car, her talking, I would curl up next to her, and play with her fat tits, that she had exposed for me to enjoy. Because I was already so in love with her, so desperate on some level, for a woman to accept me sexually that I started to worship her, for all the wrong reasons, I let my tiny pecker lead the way, and something that small and troubled should never lead nothing, especially my life.

    I started to tell her my fantasies of submission and humiliation,  she needed little direction in telling me really nasty thing she would like to do to me, never considering if she was really wanting to do that shit, she touched all the spots, she was good at giving talk. The night that she reached down and rubbed my crotch, through my jeans, I came and she just sighed "do not worry baby we are going to have lots of sex," I think I heard the little mocking tone in her sweet voice, but chalked it up to paranoia, and it was another level of our relationship. She accepted that I was a little dick premature cummer,  I was so fucking grateful that I would over look her short comings that were starting to  be exposed.

     She had not been completely level with me it seemed. She was on long term disability, from some obscure shoulder injury, it was ending soon,  the company she worked for was not taking her back. She was behind on her rent and car payments, of course she told me this while I was lost exploring her awesome tits, so I voluntarily agreed to give her three thousand dollars to catch up. What kind of loser just gives money to someone like that. Most people assume the person will screw them, not I, or rather I never considered it. She did such a great job pretending she could not take the money, it would be like prostitution, she equated it. So when she brought up the however if we were a full time couple line, she would feel better, I gave in, with out really thinking it through, story of my life.

   It was fast and furious, the way she had things her way before even moving in. At first she was incredible to me, buying little presents, running errands for me, meeting me at my work for lunch, and blowing me in her car, showing up at my house and cleaning and cooking dinner, she could cook. singing songs to me at karaoke.  Always giving me wild sex, and always getting more dominant, a little at a time. She worked in the humiliation she knew I needed, not to much, like she was testing my limits, and she was.I always enjoyed massaging women, as if I knew it was the only way I was gonna give them pleasure. Donna loved to be stroked, so I would spend a night just massaging her while we watched tv, usually what she wanted. I did not care, I could go into a trance caressing her hot skin.

      The night she took a shower at my house and came out with wet hair, and her brush, was so cool. She sat in my recliner and watched her show, while I stood and brushed her sexy flaming hair, hard as hell the whole time. It was strange, even for a pervert like me, to derive so much pleasure from this, but I was ready to explode, and there was a big precum stain on my pants, that Donna definitely noticed, to my shame and excitement.  "I am going to have to let you brush my hair more often" she winked, the smile, I saw it again, she likes me submissive, she wants me humiliated. She liked that I would always clean her cunt after cuming in it, she started kissing me after I came in her mouth, and then she would make me show her the sperm before swallowing it. When I would return to work after she gave me a lunch time Bj, I would be so hot, with the taste and smell of cum in my dirty mouth.

    When she introduced the cold steel cuffs, the dog collar and leash, I went with it,as I was truly ready to submit to her, by this point, she knew I was ready, and so was she. That she really hurt when she spanked me was surprising, and sexually hot. The first time she took me over her knee and gave me a bare bottom spanking, I came on her leg. It felt so good to be really spanked, she was not playing, she was whooping my ass with as much strength as her hands could generate. She wanted to hurt me, she loved to hurt me, that was so fucking intense. Every other relationship, if this shit came up the girl was always doing it to satisfy me, Donna was only trying to please herself, though I suspected that she wanted to make me see, that she was serious. I saw, I came. When she made me lick her leg clean, it was so deep. Every guy knows after he comes he does not want to play, definitely does not want to eat his own load, but she made me with the real threat of more ass spankings, and I had reached my limit.

   There is nothing more stimulating than having your ass spanked. the burning, the stinging pain, the feeling of total humiliation, it all just works nicely, till its too much, and then its painful and awful, not sexual. From that moment on, ass whoopings were part of our thing. She even would, from time to time, when we were out bar hopping, pull over in some woods, make me drop my pants and bend over the hood, and she would go to town using her hands at first, and then switching to a riding crop, that just happened to be in her car. I do not know if any of you have been whooped with a crop, but it fucking hurts, it was made to get a horse to move, and it fucking worked. Always, she needed to see my tears, and this touched me, because she would hold me afterwards, while I sobbed in real pain, she would rub my bottom and whisper that I was a good boy, now. I was being trained and I did not even know it. To sit in a public bar, with my ass cheeks on fire from her beatings, was so much of a turn on for me.

   Meeting her son was tough, a kid at that age does not want some guy telling him what to do. He was so well behaved, yes sir, no sir, all over the place, though I saw the same mocking half smile on Brians face as his mothers. Maybe it ran in the family, or maybe they really were mocking me. Christ he was almost as big as me and he was dressed in the goth look, black clothes, heavy engineer boots, so he looked mean, but he was very nice to me, so I felt like this would be doable. To move Donna and her son into my house would be stressful, I knew, but I thought it was manageable, and so I was really looking forward to us all living together. Add in that we all lived in the same town, Brian did not even have to switch schools,a big deal for a high schooler.

 

   From there things took a turn, a nasty turn, just as everything looked great, I even had painted the spare bedroom, so Brian would have a clean room, Donna dumped me. Wow, it was horrible, that feeling of being sucker punched, I never saw it coming. I was devastated, called in sick for three days, and I never called in sick. Seriously thought of suicide, I was fucked up emotionally. When she told me, she refused to give a reason why, leaving me hanging. Wow I would do anything to get her back, I knew that, and that little voice, was whispering she knows that also, but I chose to ignore, I had my chance to get out, I dived in.

  When I saw her at the bar talking to a guy, I wanted to run out of there, but then I figured what the fuck it was over, it was over. I honestly forgot she wqas there, the only benifit of being dumped so many times, I was adapt at moving on.  "Hey baby, how have you been?", fuck, I almost jumped out of my skin when she whispered in my ear, It unsettled me, so I never considered that she was acting like nothing happened between us. Wow, I was confused, but I knew I wanted her, knew she brought out intense feelings that I needed to experience more of. Well watch out for what you think you wish for, you may fucking get it.

   "I need to know I am going to be taken care of, I need to know Brian will be taken care of," she told me, as we sat in a booth her telling me what it would take you get her back. It was hard and cruel, she wanted me to be her slave, no she wanted me to be her and her sons slave. My little penis was squealing with joy, but my head was saying fuck no, you know who won. It was not close, and that she was rubbing my tiny pecker, with her foot under the table, definitely helped to get me to throw every thing away. She demanded that we go to my house and it was, to that point the most intense night of my life. She worked me good, with lots of physical punishment, with the right mental torment to make me cum four times in the five hours she abused me.

    'Your a tiny dick and we need to set this right, from the get go," she railed, yes she started to get angry, which scared me bad. "You have to learn to please me and Brian," there it was again with her son, that was wigging me out."I expect you to serve us, clean, cook, laundry. that is your job." I am not getting a job, you will support me, and you will give Brian an allowance." I balked at that, telling her, smartly, that if I was going to do all the chores why was I giving Brian an allowance. She drove her knee into my nuts, I thought my groin exploded. Unless you have gotten a knee driven into your balls, you have no concept of that pain. I was rolling on the floor, holding my nuts and crying, real tears. Donna, roughly moved me so I was on my back, and she sat on my chest, and looking into my grimacing face, spat at me "Tony, Tony, Tony, I do not want to fuck you up, but I will, I will really fuck you up, if you do not get on board. You will do what I say, always, that is not changeable, you will obey my son,  you will give him an allowance because I fucking told you so," and she started to slap my face, hard.

   "Please stop, please stop," I whined, but we both knew the password. When I agreed, over and over again, to let her run things, she seemed serene, which spooked me, she could go from bright anger to peaceful smile in seconds, that is not good. She lifted her skirt and fed me her cunt, and I worshipped it, made love to it, wanted to crawl inside it. She was a girl who got real wet and I dug that salty juice, wanted to drown in it. That she fed me her ass, got me out of my hysteria, I love to lick assholes, I know I am a freak, but something about that earthy heady taste gets me going. Her hole was delicious and her anal ring was pretty, I know its an asshole, but stilI, I thought hers was cute, in that the wrinkles were all uniform, and as a machinist this satisfied my sense of proportion. "Tony I need you to do something for me to prove your commitment to me," Oh fuck I knew it was going to be bad.

    "I need you to convince Brian that he will be happy here, he thinks you will be to hard on him," Oh, that is funny, he thinks Ill be to hard on him, meanwhile my tongue is buried in Donnas shit chute looking for treasure, my balls are on fire from her assault, and my face may be bleeding from her bitch slapping me, but, oh yeah, I might  be to tough on Brian. Again, she knew to bring the bad shit up when I was in a position where my dick would make the choice. If she had told me that I could lose an arm, or take my tongue out of her spectacular anus, it would of been tough, but I have two arms, what the fuck. I agreed that I would do what she wanted, that was a big, big mistake.

    Nervous, really fucking nervous as I pulled into the apartment complex Donna lived at. I didnt know what to expect but figured she would make me suck up to Brian a little, to get him to relax. I got the suck part right, thats about it. She looked like a fucking goddess when she opened the door. White silk blouse, black leather mini, stockings, heels, she looked imposing. "Tony Im glad you came and I think you will be satisfied tonight." I was fucking sure I saw the mock smile then, oh fuck Im screwed. She had ordered chinese and as we sat at the table, with Brian, the conversation was light and easy, I forgot what this was about, she did not. He looked so good at the table, I never had a desire for young guys, but he was good looking, in a dom kind of way. Maybe it was the goth clothes, or the surly face under the smile. I hated that I was getting hot watching him, I didnt want to play with a seventeen year old, I did not want to be one of those guys..

   She didnt ask, she told me to clean the dishes,  she and Brian went and watched tv. I figured out the kitchen and cleaned everything, without a peep,  I actually had a boner at the humiliation of it all. When I was done I stood at Donnas side, she fucking made me wait till a a commercial to even acknowledge my presensce, that was fucking hot. Brian was watching with an outright, disgusted grin. "I want you to take our dirty clothes down to the laundry,  dont come back to your done." I was shocked, Brian was amused, and Donna was damn serious, "move fucker or your balls are gonna meet my knee again." I jumped and in no time I was walking to the apartment complex laundry room, with their dirty shit, confused. It took two hours to finish it all, and I really did a good job, folding everything perfect. I must admit that I did sniff Donnas panties, which I could live with, but I also sniffed Brians skid marks and his smelly socks, and that caused me to get lightheaded from the heady taste and aroma. Wow I am beyond hope, and I was.

    She made me wait outside their door, after I rang the bell, I figured she was waiting for another commercial. I did not want to go back in there, as I knew she would really hurt me now, I knew this, I completely knew this, but I had to live it, so I waited like a fucking sheep, just waiting to be slaughtered. Donna had me put the laundry on the table and then she shocked me "Take all your clothes off, now" I started to protest, and she actually hit me with the riding crop on the face, I was stunned, and the tears flowed, She screamed,"One more time motherfucker, strip, now" I did, I was shaking, but I also saw Brian on the edge of his seat and he looked interested, not in a good way.

  She had the collar and leash on me in seconds,  I put my hand behind my back when she ordered me. That click of the cuffs is scary, I was at her and Brians mercy, I lnew it, she knew it, and as I looked at the smirking Brian, he definitely knew it. I was overcome with fear, as Donna led me, on my knees, into the living room. She made me kneel at Brians feet and ask him to move in with me, I did, I really wanted him to, because Donna wanted it, I was committed to her. He was smirking when he said ' I bet you would like to suck me off, huh fag," I was shocked, thought for sure Donna would correct him, she corrected me. "Answer him asshole, what are you fucking stupid, answer Brians question." I knew the answer I had to give, so I begged to suck him, and to my joy and horror, he unzipped and it was beautiful. His cosk was fat, long, and ready for action.

   "Come on take care of my sons man meat." she laughed, " No wait first stand up, tiny, lets compare." It was so humiliating to stand beside Brian, a seventeen year old, and realise his cock was over twice the size of mine. "Jesus, Mom hes a tiny dick,' laughed Brian, and Donna told him the truth, "Brian thats why tiny is going to be our slave, thats what tiny dicks do, serve others, amuse others." "We are gonna have a lot of fun at Tonys expence, but first we need insurance." I was beyond comprehension at that point, so I willingly knelt and sucked Brians fat cock,  I didnt protest when Donna took pictures and video. I would of sucked Brians cock in front of the police station at that point, I needed to serve him, to give him the best suck job ever, that was all I cared about..

  His cock was amazing, I loved it, and Im not gay, dont dream about cock, but I wanted to live on his cock, wanted to always have its salty, heady taste in my mouth, wanted his pubic hairs tickling my nose, and when he started to force it down my throat hard, I was in that place. He was choking me, but my hands were cuffed behind my back, so I took it. When he pulled out I puked a little, which earned ten hard smacks with the crop on my ass, by the cleraly proud of her big dick son, Donna. "Look at that, my son is twice the man as you, you fucking wimp," we are going to give you what you deserve." I dont know if I deserved the beating they gave me, but I took it, I cried, I pleaded, I promised, but I took it. They broke the skin on my ass, they whipped me so much, and I thought Donna was hard, but Brian really wanted to hurt me, and he did. At one point he had me over the couch and he was tearing my ass up with the crop, and with no warning he smacked my exposed, unprepared balls with the hard leather crop, and I was in that pain zone, everything was in slow motion, I could see the pain it was so deep. As I drooled and rolled in and out of reality, I could hear Donna praising Brian, that was hot, I am a freak.

  Eating Brians cum was a religious experience. That Donna made me spit it into a cup confused me. Releasing my hands, and having me whack my little pecker into another glass, and I had the answer, His load was fucking huge, quarter of the glass had his potent man juice, thick, frothy, healthy baby batter. My glass, the bottom was not covered. Donna made big a deal about how potent Brian was, and she had that right, he was twice the man of me, easy. She should be proud of birthing a man. I drank the cum and I loved it, to be honest, so when Donna led me to the bathroom, I knew what was coming,  I was hard again, It seemed like he would never stop pissing,  Donna had told me if I spilt it, I would get fifty from each of them, I really could not take that anymore, so I  tried to swallow all his piss,  I did, till he aimed at my chest, and laughing said,"oops somebody earned a beating." It was so fucking painful, they really each whipped me fifty times, with the crop, I was sweating,bleeding, crying, begging, delusional, they were excited, elated, egging each other on.

   They left me on the living room floor sobbing and bleeding. I didnt know or care where they went, I only wanted relief from the pain, it wasnt sexual anymore, it was torture, that was a difference, a major difference. Up to that point I could see some reason for Donnas actions, she needed me to prove I would be her slave, I wanted that also, I had made the emotional commitment to serve her. I even understood the Brian deal, and knew I would love to take his abuse, I couldnt think of anything more humiliating than letting a teenager lead me around on a leash. That was fucking hot. But when they came to me, naked,  Donna demanded that I clean her sons cock, I freaked, I think I knew how Brian dirtied his cock, tried to crawl under the coffee table. The fucking coffee table, Im such a loser, my ass was sticking out like I was begging to get whooped. They each whipped me with belts they had, when I remained frozen under the table, they started to get violent. They both attacked me, with kicks and punches, real kicks and punches, fortunatly they were barefooted, but it hurt, just the fucking same..

  When I got up Brian dropped me with a fist to the face, it was terrifying, I didnt know if they would kill me or what. "Get on your knees and clean my cock off, or so help me I will beat you senseless." Brian said to me in a clear, soft tone an adult speaks to a snotty kid, and I was leaking cum I was so hot for him. I crawled to him and I licked his cock, I sucked his cock, I kissed his cock, I tried to inhale his cock, I could hear Donna encouraging me, and that was a turn on, she needed to see me like this, and I needed to do whatever Donna wanted. Her cunt juices were on his cock and it was powerful to try to absorb where this shit was going. "My turn," was all she said, but I knew what that entailed. I lay on the floor and as she sat on my face feeding me Brians creampie, she told me"Get used to it, everytime Brian slimes my cunt, you will eat it, and any other cunt my superstud fucks, you will eat that also." I errupted with the biggest load of my life, right there, and they were howling at my pervertedness. "Wow, Mom, we can get this creep to do anything," Brian laughed, and Donna replied 'Oh yeah baby we have him now" and I trembled at those words.

    She had me sit at the table, I was still nude, Donna had on a sexy black nightie, and Brian wore only his boxers, I could see his man meat lying in wait, waiting to rise up. She showed me the pictures of me and Brian and she said, "You will do hard time for messing with a high schooler, I will destroy your life unless you commit to us, completely. I want you to understand that I need to break you, that you think tonight was hard, it wasnt, I need to really fuck you up, in order to make this work for all three of us. You know you need this, want it, desire it, so stop the pretending and start being what you are, a wimp and a fag." I was so heart broken, knowing she was right, they had won, those pictures scared me, I didnt want to go to prison, I could not survive prison, but I tried to deny that I needed this pain.

    All she did was hand me the lighter and said, with a hard voice, "Take this lighter and hold it, lit, to your cock head till I give you permission to stop, or leave and never call me again." Oh sweet Jesus, I couldnt take not having her, I so needed her to give me a reason to live,and I couldnt get the feelings I got serving Brian out of my head, He was a fucking god to me. That I could hold that lighter to my cock head was amazing, I think even Donna and Brian were impressed by my willingness to debase myself. We all smelled the burnt flesh earning a Donna quip "I smell burnt weiner," and Brian cracked "I guess he wont be whacking his little chubby for a while, Mom," they both seemed to enjoy this, and why not, to have that power over me. Donna finally gave me permission to turn the lighter off, I was fucked, the head of my cock had a blister about an inch high and around, My sobs were wracking my body, I couldnt take anymore, but I would. Donna cruely used her nail to pop the bubble, and while I shrieked they both whipped me till I lay on the floor, sobbing but completely submissive, and that was that. I was broken, I would do whatever my owners wanted, I loved Donna and I loved Brian, in my pathetic sick way, and they hated and despised me, a perfect arrangement.

  Its hard to explain, but my burning my cock got me to that place where I really did live to serve them, that was my whole world, them. Whatever they wanted would be what I wanted, it was a done deal. With a few kicks they left me there with Donna telling me to turn the lights out when I left, and they went to bed. I just stared at the dirty worn carpet and tried to get some perspective, what I got were the noises of Brian fucking his mother. Donna was moaning crazy, and I had to pull my pud, even though the pain was intense from the burn, that pain made my cum so much more pleasureable. That the pain would be there for a week, I didnt care,I was owned and I now knew, I was always supposed to be owned.

                                                                           END CHAPTER ONE