Chapter 64

The three girls' excitement and interest in your life of sexual servitude was both palpable and infectious. They lapped up every humiliating, twisted tale you had to give. It was strangely invigorating… to be able to recount and relive all those unsuitable encounters with an audience so eager to hear them. It sent shivers down your spine and tingling sparks through every erogenous zone, to remember all the times you'd been taken advantage of and thrown around like a bag of soft meat. You weren’t ashamed of who you were and what you'd done, not really. But that ever-present background sense that you should be… still served as a source of embarrassing excitement.

Your little penis began to strain against the silken fabric of your bikini… and you wondered if they'd noticed it yet? If they'd seen it right from the start, or had no idea at all that the scantily-clad, little whore they were talking to had once been a shy and timid young man. Perhaps they had even known you, as the older boy next door? Back when you had lived a different kind of imprisonment and false smiles. In some ways it felt like nothing had really changed at all: looking up at the strangers invited into your home and brandishing pearly whites. Except it all just seemed a little more honest now… being an object and decoration handed out by those who controlled your destiny.

Speaking of those who controlled you… a hulking shadow suddenly blocked out the sky above you. You realised Dave had been perched nearby, listening to you talk for a while now. The large man was openly massaging the prominent bulge in his shorts; worn generally, you knew well, without anything underneath. The jovial giant had been clearly getting quite aroused listening to all your stories of submission and sex, featuring heavily in most of them as he did. However, now he had decided it was time for a more practical demonstration: of what use could be best made of you. 'Watch closely girls' he seemed to say, with actions rather than words… as he dragged your slender hips towards himself.

You felt the larger man's great muscles lift you easily up by the ankles. Your smooth, bare legs dragged up above your head. Till you dangled there, quite limply… like a fish taken off its hook. Your shoulders were still on the sunbed, and Terry quickly woke up and moved to support them. The other femboy always ready to aid and facilitate in the fulfilment of your duties. You heard a gasp from over the fence as Dave used his other hand to unzip his own fly, and tug the thin line of your bikini-thong to one side. He spat into his palm and used the healthy glob of slimy saliva to offer something in the way of lubrication. Despite everything, such uncouth acts still stuck out to you… though whether they made you more or less eager to be invaded was undetermined. It wasn’t as if your puckered star needed much moistening anyway… still full as it was with a morning’s sloppy earnings.

Without a moment’s hesitation, that great, swollen pillar was unceremoniously shoved tip to hilt inside you. Each and every time this towering lump of a man made use of you, you were reminded once again of how vast and primal the gap was between what you and he were. If ever you had considered you might be a man… this beast would surely have set the record straight. He lifted your slim, girlish hips up into the air as if they weighed nothing, and slammed his own in against them. The raw, pounding sensations ricocheting right through your spine and shaking all other thoughts loose. You melted in the sunshine and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. The shudder of each thrust sending sparks across your vision.

Where up till now there had been half an hour of endless questioning, now there came only stunned, enraptured silence from over the fence. You lent your head back to see them through the descending pink haze and were met with three faces entranced. They simply could not look away as Dave slammed his great girth into your anus time and time and time again.

With every thudding invasion, the air was knocked out of your lungs in a gasping, effeminate moan. A song you sang so often as to recognise how its words subtly changed with each new partner in production. Your own paltry cock flapped free of its housing, drawn rigid by the far grander example driving itself in and out of you. The onlookers did indeed gasp a little themselves at this revelation, but it didn't matter to you at all right now. You were in the midst of everything that ever mattered for you. The bucking, squealing realisation of your one true purpose in life.

Dave's pistoning thrusts only ever increased in pace, until they were a wild, rhythmless barrage upon your delicate frame. You felt like a butterfly upon a hurricane. A flower swept up in a tidal wave. Your ass stung and throbbed with the friction, yet your body and soul ached for more and more pleasure. With a final, guttural grunt… you felt the beast explode within you. Adding yet another sticky load of goop to line your innards. Your own body only able to respond in kind, spraying a small fountain out across your belly and even managing to splatter a little onto Terry’s smiling face behind you. He was more than used to being doused in your fluids by now, though, so didn't even flinch.

With a sigh, Dave dropped you unceremoniously back onto the sunbed. A cheap tool he was done with for now. Over the years they'd been using you, Skeg and his compatriots had only become more habitual in treating your body as just an object for their pleasures. It wasn’t as if there was no affection or appreciation there. It was just that they fully recognised who and what you were. It was they who had sculpted you into such a pick-up-and-play instrument, after all.

So you were left, panting and gasping in the arms of Terry. Feeling your fluttering heart begin to settle back into gentle rhythms. Glancing up at the top of the fence, there was no longer any sign of an audience. You wondered whether they had fled with disgust or excitement, after witnessing the true physicality of everything they had been so sordidly intrigued by? It hardly seemed to matter. You were far past hiding the grimy truths of your existence. Let others make of it whatever they wished.