Band

In Kyle’s small, chaotic garage, the air was thick with sweat, frustration, and the dissonant sound of out-of-tune instruments. The garage band, known for its lack of talent and over-enthusiasm, was trying to rehearse one more song, but the result was, as usual, disastrous. Kyle, 18 years old, with a plus-size body, oily skin, and snot running down his nose, was trying to lead the group with his noisy guitar. Beside him, Elena, the 34-year-old housewife, watched the scene with a gentle smile despite the chaos. She was there to support Kyle, as she always did, even if it meant putting up with the horrible sound coming out of that garage. Elena, with her curvy body, giant breasts, and buttocks that seemed to defy gravity, wore a tiny bikini underneath her clothes, as was her habit. Her black hair fell in waves over her shoulders, and her full lips curved in a kind smile. She was naive, affectionate and easily manipulated, but she also had a masochistic side that she kept hidden, especially from Kyle. She saw him as a son, even though he was just a troubled boy she had adopted after the **** of her own son.

The rehearsal was going from bad to worse when, suddenly, the drums, already old and battered, finally gave way. The drummer, a skinny boy with deep circles under his eyes, looked at the broken instrument and then at the group, ****. The silence that followed was broken by an absurd but brilliant idea that came out of the drummer's mouth:

"What if we used Elena's ass as a drum? She has big enough buttocks for that!"

Everyone looked at Elena, who turned red with embarrassment. Kyle, with a mischievous smile, was the first to laugh.

"Good idea! Elena has an ass that looks like a drum. Let's see if she can keep up with the rhythm."

Elena, despite being embarrassed, couldn't say no. She would do anything for Kyle, even if it meant being humiliated.

“O-okay... I can try.”

She stood in the center of the garage, her buttocks exposed, while the other band members gathered around her. Kyle, his eight-inch penis visible through his dirty pants, approached with a naughty smile.

“Let’s see if you can handle it, Mommy.”

He raised his hand and, without warning, slapped Elena hard on the left buttock. The sound was loud and echoed through the garage, making everyone laugh. Elena, to her own surprise, felt a shiver of pleasure run through her body. She bit her lip, trying to hide the moan that threatened to escape.

“Again!” the drummer shouted excitedly.

Kyle obeyed, this time hitting her right buttock even harder. Elena let out a muffled moan, but tried to maintain her composure. — S-slower... — she whispered, but no one seemed to hear her.

The "human battery" began to work, with Kyle and the others alternating slaps on Elena's buttocks, creating a strange and perverse rhythm. The garage filled with the sounds of slaps, muffled moans and laughter. Elena, despite her embarrassment, was increasingly aroused. Her body responded to the slaps, and she felt the heat spread through her intimacy.

Kyle, noticing Elena's reaction, decided to take things even further. He approached her, his dirty and oily face just a few inches from hers.

"Are you enjoying this, Mommy?" he whispered, his voice full of malice.

Elena, with her eyes wide open, tried to deny it, but the words wouldn't come out. Instead, she let out a loud moan when Kyle slapped her again, this time with even more ****.

"N-no..." she lied, but her body betrayed her words.

The rehearsal turned into a public humiliation session, with Elena at the center of it all. The other band members, encouraged by Kyle, began to join in, slapping her buttocks and making vulgar comments about her body.

“Look at that ass! It looks like two melons!” one of them shouted, as he smacked Elena hard.

She, now completely surrendered to the moment, moaned loudly, not caring about the humiliation. Her body responded to each slap, and she felt more alive than ever. Kyle, with a satisfied smile, watched the scene, knowing that he had Elena exactly where he wanted her.

“Let’s see if you can take any more, Mommy,” he said, before slapping her so hard that Elena screamed with pleasure.

The garage, which had previously been a place of musical chaos, became a scene of fetish and desire. Elena, with her buttocks red and sore, felt more submissive than ever. She looked at Kyle, whose dirty face and mischievous smile filled her with a mixture of disgust and excitement.

“T-thank you…” she murmured, knowing he understood what she meant.

Kyle just laughed, before slapping her again, this time even harder. The night was just beginning, and Elena knew it would be remembered for a long time. But deep down, she didn't care. All she wanted was to please Kyle, even if it meant being used as a sex object.