The week hadn't started out at all as Randy would have expected, but ended exactly how he'd come to expect. Craig and Calvin wasted no time turning him into the house bitch. Each day played out pretty much how Monday had, with him being summoned first thing in the morning to Craig's room to help him wake up with a slow blowjob before Craig was ready to fuck Randy's hole. The position might vary each day, but it always ended with Craig's nut in Randy's cunt. Craig would give him a list of chores before he headed out to classes. And Randy was told to hold the cum in his pussy for as long as possible. And Calvin was there to inspect and make sure Randy obeyed.
Calvin was a late riser, having classes that started just after lunch. That meant Randy had to hold in the load for hours before Calvin called him in to his room. Invariably, some cum would have leaked out around the thong, the only article of clothing Randy was allowed in the home when it was just them. And Calvin would pretty much say the same thing each time, "Come here baby, and let Daddy check out my boy's pussy." Randy would blush, but respond "Yes Daddy" and get up on all four on the bed, straddling his young daddy, his ass in Calvin's face and Calvin's dick in Randy's mouth. He'd suck Calvin's already hard cock while the boy slid a finger into his hole to scoop out some cum and hand feed it to Randy. One of the things Calvin did that really made Randy squirm and moan was when Calvin would eat out his pussy, pulling aside the thong strap and lapping his tongue across Randy's hairy cummy hole. Eventually this led to Calvin adding his own load to Randy's ass.
The daytime chores consisted of laundry, vacuuming, picking up after the two boys around the house, including their bedrooms which they appeared to intentionally make as messy as possible with dirty clothes discarded on the floor. Randy took advantage of having access to the underwear the two had worn the day before, carrying a pair with him around the house to sniff as he did his tasks once Calvin had left. Cleaning the bathrooms was the most humiliating, as he was told specifically to use his tongue to clean the toilet seat and rim. And again, both boys seemed to purposely ensure their piss didn't all go in the toilet bowl. The horrid taste of the dried piss that had accumulated was not easy to get used to, but he imagined he eventually would do just that. The worst part of it, was when Randy would have to pick one of their pubes from his mouth after licking it up from the toilet rim. But rather than Randy hating to kneel in front of the toilet in just his thong each day, he secretly looked forward to it.
His evenings revolved around serving Craig and Calvin once they got home. He'd bring them beers and snacks when they asked for it, and orally service them at some point before going off to make dinner. Craig told Randy he should learn to cook better, so that he could impress them and their friends with the meals he'd be making them each day. Calvin even brought Randy home a gift, a new cookbook and an apron that had the words "Daddy's boy" across the front. Once Randy had put on the apron, Calvin and Craig both agreed that was the perfect uniform for their faggot in the kitchen, as it left his thonged ass exposed and available for them to grab and slap and finger whenever they wandered into the kitchen to check in on him.
On the nights he had to work, they'd always send Randy off with two fresh loads in his ass. And he'd struggle to hold them in as long as possible until he'd have no choice but to squirt them out. It was especially degrading when his pussy would squelch out some of their cum as he was serving one of his many customers. He worked two more nights that week, Tuesday and Thursday, and each was busier than the last. On his first day of work, he had given five blowjobs total, one each for Pablo and the Boss, and then three customers. Tuesday, he had six customers, and by Thursday, word had apparently gotten around about how skilled Randy was at his job, as he had ten customers that night.
Each shift would start with Pablo's blowjob and end with the Boss'. And on Thursday, the Boss praised Randy for doing so well in his first week. The men around the warehouse seemed very pleased with him and the Boss had never seen them so productive when they came back from their breaks. But the Boss said Randy's other job wasn't getting done, the floors weren't mopped well and the bathrooms weren't all getting cleaned. Randy didn't try to argue how he didn't have time to do his 'real' job since he was on his knees constantly, he knew it wouldn't matter. The Boss said he'd make arrangements with Pablo next week for Randy's punishment.
Randy couldn't understand why he felt ashamed about being whored out by Pablo and the Boss, yet still allowed it. They weren't forcing him, he could stop it but for some reason felt the need to do what Pablo told him that first night. And then once it was done, it didn't cross his mind really to say no the second or third night.
When he didn't have to go into work, Craig and Calvin took full advantage of having Randy to themselves all night. Some of his duties included massaging their feet, or licking them clean after a long day. He'd start with their feet and end with their pits, making sure to do a good job cleaning their balls. Craig especially seemed to enjoy Randy's tongue cleaning his sweaty hairy asshole, and Randy didn't mind it either. He looked forward to his being allowed to worship their beautiful bodies and delicious musk, trying to push to the back of his mind the humiliation that he felt when one of them would point out what he was doing and remind him that they were both superior to him. The fact that they hadn't allowed him to cum all week only added to the intensity of his desire to serve them both.
Friday came around and it was Calvin's nineteenth birthday. So Craig told Randy they'd have a nice dinner to celebrate and that Chris and Alex would be joining. Craig loaded Randy's pussy up before being sent to the grocery store. Calvin hadn't gotten home yet, so they were alone in the house. Craig sat at the desk in front of the computer and made Randy strip naked before climbing into his lap and sliding down on his dick. Randy was told to bounce and fuck himself as he looked up a few ideas online for the meal and made a grocery list. Craig complimented Randy on the thong tan line that was visible, he said it was coming along nicely. That was just another way that the two boys found to humiliate Randy, allowing him two hours to take a break from chores, but he had to spend it suntanning in the backyard in just his thong.
Despite being treated this way, Randy found himself getting hard from the feel of Craig's cock stretching his pussy and he moaned when he felt the cum firing off inside him. Craig made him stay seated as he shared the menu for Calvin's birthday dinner. Randy was then allowed to go to the store, but was made to wear low riding shorts, no underwear and a half top muscle shirt. That meant Randy's tan line was exposed for the shopping trip and he got more than a few stares. The young man who checked him out seemed to take particular notice. When he got home from the store, he felt more like a bitch than ever from all the looks he'd received and the barely whispered comments from other shoppers. Adding to all of that, there was a visible wet spot in the back of his shorts from where Craig's cum had leaked out of his cunt.
As Randy was prepping food and getting simple appetizers on a plate, Alex arrived from next door. After greeting Calvin and Craig, Alex came to check on Randy in the kitchen. When he saw Randy standing at the sink in just a red thong, Alex whistled and said that Randy looked damn sexy, feeling Randy up and sliding a finger into his ass. He was surprised to find cum in Randy's pussy and fingered it out while he made Randy admit it was from Craig and Calvin. "That's my good bitch, serving the men of the house," Alex praised Randy as he fed him the cum off his fingers, "I want in that wet cunt." and Alex couldn't resist and dragged Randy into the garage and fucked him up against the washing machine. Randy was bent over the washer, legs spread, and soon full of Alex's uncut cock. Alex said how turned on he was by Randy's slutty tan line, and he wasn't joking because he only lasted a few minutes fucking Randy and whispering in his ear about what a sexy bitch he was.
Alex had left Randy panting in the garage, heading back into the house to hang with Calvin and Craig. Randy returned to the kitchen and found his shorts and a tank top on the table, and he was relieved that the boys were going to allow him to get dressed and take off the apron before Chris arrived for dinner. Once Chris did show up, Randy served them all the appetizers he'd prepared. Chris followed him back into the kitchen to chat, while Randy prepped the burgers for the grill. Chris asked him about how his week had gone, how was his new job. Randy glossed over his work, wondering what Chris would think if he knew that Randy had given more than 20 blowjobs to his coworkers over the course of the week.
"Are you excited for me to move in, only a week to go," Chris asked as he leaned against the kitchen table watching Randy from behind, "Have to say, I'm glad you are so comfortable around Craig and Calvin. I mean, you must be considering how small those shorts are. They really show off that fat ass of yours."
Chris chuckled, simply teasing Randy, but it made Randy's dick get rock hard. And considering how the front of his shorts now looked, he just looked over his shoulder hoping that Chris wouldn't notice him blushing. He teased back, "I wore them just for you, big guy."
"Hey, but seriously, turn around," Chris' tone became somber, "I need to talk to you about something."
"What is it, what's so serious," Randy asked, not turning to keep his hardon hidden.
"Randy, face me," Chris almost demanded, "I want to say this to your face."
Randy reluctantly turned and put his hands over the obscene protrusion from his crotch. The simple shift to turn and face Chris caused Randy to unclench his ass for just a moment and that was all it took for a huge spurt of cum to quietly escape his pussy. A special cum cocktail deposited in his ass by Craig, Calvin and Alex. He was happy to not have Chris see the wet spot in the back of his white shorts.
Chris raised an eyebrow seeing Randy doing a poor job of hiding the rod he'd thrown. But he must have really wanted to say what he was about to say, because he didn't bother to comment on Randy's current state of arousal, "So, about the camping trip. Now that I think back on it, I realize that maybe I took things too far. I get that we all let loose a little and did things we might not have normally thought about doing."
Randy stood there feeling uncomfortable for a variety of reasons. His hands weren't able to adequately hide the front of his shorts and his dick was not going down. And despite Randy squeezing his hole tight, the combination of cumloads insisted on spilling out now, and he could feel it running down the back of his legs and the inside of his thighs. The memories of the camping trip made it hard to look Chris in the eyes. So instead, he found himself looking at Chris' crotch, noticing that his best friend seemed to have an erection that he wasn't bothering to try to cover up.
Chris took Randy's silence as a queue to continue, "There was a lot of experimentation on that trip and you might be coming to terms with new feelings. I'm totally cool with you being into guys, and happy to help you explore that side of yourself."
Randy wasn't able to think of what to say, hearing Chris say these things out loud. That he knew Randy might be gay. They were both well aware of how Randy had already sucked Chris' cock and more. Rather than being relieved with Chris' reassurance that he didn't care if Randy was into guys, he felt a secret shame wondering how Chris would feel if he knew Randy wasn't just gay, but a faggot whore now.
"I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm sorry," Chris apologized sincerely, "Sorry if I took things a little too far that last night. I felt kinda bad the next morning, thinking about how rough I was with you. I shouldn't have been so aggressive, at least not without you asking for it."
Randy finally found he voice, "It's okay, I mean I guess, I don't know, you don't need to apologize." Randy stumbled over his words, trying to say what he really wanted to say, that he liked it, that he liked Chris using him that way and wanted more. But he couldn't find the courage to get those words out.
"Well, anyway, I did want to say sorry, just in case I made you feel bad," Chris continued his apology, "And I promise not to do it again. Not unless you want it. Like I said, I'm happy to help you experiment, I mean you can't know you like something unless you try it. All you have to do is ask me for it. Okay buddy?"
"So how are those burgers coming along," Craig asked from the doorway. Randy jumped, more cum oozing out of his hole, his hands going up in surprise, revealing his massive boner and the huge wet spot that had formed in the front of his shorts to match the one in back.
"Don't distract him, Chris," Craig smirked at Randy in his current state, "Let's all go out back. I'll start the barbeque. We can swim and have a few beers before I throw the meat on the grill. Randy, bring us some beers before you get back to work."