Stevie-boy
thought the giant funnel was a hoot when we showed it to him. He thought
it was for guzzling beer. But he wasn’t laughing so hard later when we
stripped him, tied him down, and stuck the end of the tubing up his virgin
shitter. And when all 10 of us took turns pissing into the plastic
funnel, he didn’t think it was funny at all. God, that boy’s belly just
bulged out. By the time we stuck the buttplug up his pussy, he was crying
like a little girl, complaining about cramps and everything.
We explained it to him carefully:
once he agreed to become our bitch, we’d let him drop the piss-enema. Not
surprisingly, Stevie-boy wasn’t too keen on the idea and told us where we could
all shove it - there was no fucking way he’d ever agree to becoming our
fuck-bitch.
But in less than an hour, that
boy was begging us to let him be our bitch, pleading with us to allow him to
get rid of the enema. Being bros, of course we did as he asked.
Stevie-boy looked real relieved straddling the commode, letting all our
piss flush out of his pussy. Not so much, though, when we started laying
pipe inside his tight little fuck-chute once his pussy had totally drained.
But Stevie-boy turned out to be a champ. He took us all. All
10 of us. He was squealing and groaning pretty much throughout the whole
ordeal, but he took us all.
And Stevie-boy understands that
he’s going to be doing that every day from now on. He’s now officially
our house fuck-bitch. And, having had a chance to try out his tight
little boy-twat, none of us would have it any other way. Well, maybe
Stevie-boy would, but then he’s just the house fuck-bitch and you can’t put too
much weight on what a boy like that might think, can you?
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Stevie-boy thought the giant funnel was a hoot when we showed it to him. He thought it was for guzzling beer. But he wasn’t laughing so hard later when we stripped him, tied him down, and stuck the end of the tubing up his virgin shitter. And when all 10 of us took turns pissing into the plastic funnel, he didn’t think it was funny at all. God, that boy’s belly just bulged out. By the time we stuck the buttplug up his pussy, he was crying like a little girl, complaining about cramps and everything.
We explained it to him carefully: once he agreed to become our bitch, we’d let him drop the piss-enema. Not surprisingly, Stevie-boy wasn’t too keen on the idea and told us where we could all shove it - there was no fucking way he’d ever agree to becoming our fuck-bitch.
But in less than an hour, that boy was begging us to let him be our bitch, pleading with us to allow him to get rid of the enema. Being bros, of course we did as he asked. Stevie-boy looked real relieved straddling the commode, letting all our piss flush out of his pussy. Not so much, though, when we started laying pipe inside his tight little fuck-chute once his pussy had totally drained. But Stevie-boy turned out to be a champ. He took us all. All 10 of us. He was squealing and groaning pretty much throughout the whole ordeal, but he took us all.
And Stevie-boy understands that he’s going to be doing that every day from now on. He’s now officially our house fuck-bitch. And, having had a chance to try out his tight little boy-twat, none of us would have it any other way. Well, maybe Stevie-boy would, but then he’s just the house fuck-bitch and you can’t put too much weight on what a boy like that might think, can you?