The Gimp

Two months later, David knocked on the door to your closet. He'd stopped letting you suck him off. He'd stopped interacting with you for the most part. He was fixated on his new relationship with Cassie, and scheming his way to the top of the pyramid.

"C'mon bitch, visitors," David said gruffly. Your role in his scheme was simply to be pimped. He'd had your tongue pierced twice. Your belly pierced. Your nipples pierced. You had a Prince Albert piercing on your tiny dick. You had 'FAGGOT' inked in large letters in a semi-circle starting on one hip and end on the other. You were on hormone replacement therapy, but you weren't allowed to transition. And you were in a tight leather outfit, including a hood, which exposed both your holes. You were David's gimp.

"Check this little bitch out," David said, and you could hear a man ... no, two men, pacing around you while you stayed on all fours. "You got him for an hour. Let me know if you need more."

One of them was almost inspecting you. Checking out your teeth. Tugging on your small, aching breasts. Tugging on your cock. You felt like livestock. The other man was more eager, pulling down his pants and offering you his smooth cock to suck on. You started bobbing up and down eagerly, just like you were trained to.

"He's got a good mouth," the zealous one said, speaking in a German accent. The second one, the one that took his time, pushed a large fat sausage of a finger against your asshole, painting it in lube and starting to work you open.

"_Ja" _he said. He only very little English. After he got you lubed up, he started to slide his thick cock inside your ass. You whimpered, barely. David didn't like you being a noisy bitch. The men, they were allowed. But you were property.

They settled into fucking you, speaking in German as the one in your ass, Hans, you think his name was, got his big dick balls deep in you. The younger one ... Ernest? ... had a smaller, thinner cock, but still far larger than yours. He was fucking your mouth at a steady clip, both hands dug into your hood.

You fucked back against Hans, and he hit your spot, causing you to leak your watery seed all over the floor. Hans slapped your ass, causing more droplets of impotent seed to waste itself on the floor. Finally, you earned your reward. Thick man cum. But oh, the cost of your betrayal.