What feels like an eternity

Time seems to lose all meaning, as the men relentlessly fuck me, my mouth, pussy and ass all seem to be filled with an unending amount of cocks. Bound and blindfolded, I cannot stop them, I cannot see them. I'm aware that some are cumming on me, others in me. At one point there is a pause in the fucking, and I am made to lick the cum off the ground, guided roughly by an unknown man. Some of the men elect to use me as a toilet, covering me in their hot piss, but most prefer to just keep fucking me. I don't know how long it has gone on when my boyfriend shows up, but instead of stopping them and taking me home, he too uses me, right alongside the rest of the men. My entire body screaming for an orgasm, yet he doesn't even offer to allow me to cum. No, I'm not here for my own pleasure, I'm here for the pleasure of the men, a **** to cock. This fact only makes my body ache for that denied orgasm even more.

I don't know how long my boyfriend stayed, but I am eventually told that he left me here. I don't know how long I've been here, wherever here is, or how long I'll stay. And so it goes on, the men using me as if I were nothing more than a living communal fleshlight, existing solely for the purpose of making men cum. A purpose I embrace with all my being. It doesn't even seem to stop while I sleep, finding myself waking up to cocks thrusting in and out of my insatiable holes. I begin to wonder if this will ever end, or if I'm destined to be in this predicament forever.

Eventually though it does come to an end, and I hear Al's voice. "It's almost time to take you home, slut. But first, there's one last thing to do. I can't have you sitting on my upholstery, what with you being covered in cum and piss." I pant and groan, too exhausted to even form words. "So I've got a little surprise for you." He continues, "You see, I got into a little poker game with your boyfriend, and he has something to say to you." I lay there, still trying to catch my breath, my mind reeling, my exhausted body writhing as if being slowly fucked. I hear my boyfriend's voice, an uncomfortable, awkward note to it, "So, you remember how you said you'd do anything for me? Yeah, well, now I want you to belong to Al, he is your Master now. You'll still live with me, but I'm not allowed to fuck you anymore. Everybody else still is of course, especially anybody Master wants you to, everybody but me." He pauses, and I can't help but start laughing. I don't know why I find it so funny, but the thought of fucking everybody but my boyfriend, of being dominated by our fat pig of a neighbor, is just so wonderfully perverted. My boyfriend continues as my laughter subsides, "The closest I'll be allowed to getting to fuck you is licking you clean, inside and out, after other men have had their fun with you. I am to see to Master's slut's needs, I am her servant." I can hear the embarrassment and humiliation in my boyfriend's voice as he says these words, but he's not quite finished yet. "Now, you can choose to not be his if you want, but if you do, he won't fuck you anymore, and you must decide now."

My lust-clouded brain manages to process everything he's said, and I manage to get myself up onto my knees, and I hear Al's voice, "And if you do choose to be mine, then I'll require a demonstration of your devotion. Specifically I want you to lick my ass, in front of all of these guys who've been fucking you. And no, things aren't very clean back there at the moment." I groan, in both disgust and arousal at that. So, do I want Al to be my Master, for me to be his ****, his slut? And if so, do I want it badly enough to do what he has demanded?