Rough Groping Start

I must have fallen asleep rather fast, as the next thing I remember was walking up, the sun just starting to creep in through the window, to the sensation of being roughly grabbed and groped. I let out a whimper, my muscles growing tight by impulse, quickly reminding me where I was, and just as importantly, what I was up to. I felt my bounds more than ever, the ballgag muffling any sound I made down to just above a whisper.

I turned my gaze upward, finding the young man whose name I did not know, sat next to me, his left hand cupping my breast, while his right moved along my waist, soon finding its way to my shaved thatch. "Now, now my sex-****, no need to cry out. Wait till you give me another round at your pleasant body before calling out in pleasure." As the fog cleared, my mind remembered what had happened, realizing it had not just been a dream.

He played with me a bit more, before letting go and quickly getting dressed, "Unfortunately for you, I won't have time for that yet, but don't worry, you'll get plenty to main in pleasure over soon enough.", to which I let out a soft whimper, my mind quickly thinking of how to please him and even my job seems to take a back seat to that.

I lay there, naked, bound, gagged and most notably, helpless on the bed, noticing someone looking in the room. Just then I felt myself being pulled from the bed, and just then, I found myself being **** to stand upright. I wobbled on my feet, and he called softly in amusement as I struggled to remain upright. I almost lost my balance moments later as she shoved me from behind, pushing at my back and forcing me to walk out of his room. He chuckled at my misfortune, enjoying his antics as he grabbed ahold of my leach. He let me out the door, down the hall, past his family and friends, who stared, smiling, "Hurry up, son. Breakfast is almost ready!"

To wish he's responding to something, the sound smug and full, somehow all at once. He made me walk in front, guiding me through pushing and shoving if I started waking the wrong way until I found myself once more in the dining room. Once more, he gave me a shove, and I landed, bent at the waist, on top of the table. I let out a moan, leaving myself where I needed up, my legs spread widely. I moaned again as I felt someone rubbing their fingers over my clit, and managed to turn my neck to look; it was his mother, the woman who grabbed me from the cheerleader event. She smirked as she played with me, "I hope you've been having fun with your new toy."

I heard his voice, clear in my ears, "You bet! Can I keep her?", to which she giggled, "You should already know the answer to that. She already told you yes, and it's not like me to put a cut-off date on how long you can keep a whore over. She's just the first to hold your interest, erotically speaking." and to which he gave thanks to all, before grabbing on my hair, pulling my head up by giving my locks a good yank, "You hear that, hoe? She says you get the privilege of staying and getting used, my cock buried deep within you. How do you like that?", to which I could only moan, pleasure rising from what his mom was up to. He swiftly released my hair, and my face planted down on the table, bumping my nose into the wood in the process.

The pair, along with his dad and other family members, laughed at that, before stopping and getting ready for food. I felt myself being pulled off the table, landing haphazardly in the chair, and let out a gasp at the impact. I look around and find myself placed unsurprisingly, by my new master. Who I knew next to nothing about, other than he liked dominating and humiliating me.