Once everyone but Randy had cum, the night started to wind down. Chris climbed off Randy's face and sat back on the couch, still panting from his orgasm. Calvin scooped up some of Chris' load off Randy's chest and rubbed it on Randy's ass, fingering it into his hole. Randy felt excited to have even a little of Chris' seed in his pussy, even if Chris hadn't shot it up there himself. A small teaser of what was hopefully still to come. The second scoop, Calvin handfed to Randy, sliding the fingers that had been in his ass into his mouth. Alex used his cock to transfer more of the cum and Randy distinctly tasted his ass on the cock as he slid his tongue under the foreskin to get cum that had collected there.
Chris ordered Randy to get on all fours and show him the cum soaked pussy. He was made to reach back and spread his ass and display it to Chris. Mark placed his foot on Randy's head to force him down until his face was mashed in the carpet, ass raised higher. Either Chris or Craig pulled up on the thong and Randy felt the strap tighten against his hole until his ass lips were gripped around it. Chris whistled and commented on how sloppy the cunt looked and how it was devouring the strap. Randy felt cum slowly leaking out and running down his balls to drip on the carpet.
At that point, Chris left with Mark and Alex went home next door. Craig told Randy to clean up and he headed off to bed, followed by Calvin. As Randy collected the beer cans, he did his best to keep his hole tight to avoid more cum leakage on the carpet. He knelt and lapped up the small puddle of cum from earlier and then went to bed himself, exhausted.
In the middle of the night, he woke up feeling his guts spasming and his hole struggling to contain the cum any longer. He rushed to the bathroom and barely made it on the toilet before all the cum exploded noisily into the toilet. It was so loud that Randy worried Craig and Calvin would hear him as he expelled the loads stored in his ass all day. He didn't think he'd ever get used to the humiliating feeling of having to shit out cum that men had pumped into him. He sat there in shame while the cum gushed out of his ass in what felt like a never-ending torrent.
Sunday started out as each day now did, with Calvin and Craig breeding Randy. The two then headed out to hang out with Chris and Alex, leaving Randy to do his chores, having a moment alone with his thoughts. Randy enjoyed doing the laundry specifically, as he got to sniff at Craig and Calvin's dirty socks and underwear, even running his tongue on the dirtier parts. While he did his chores, he reflected on the past week and was surprised at how easily he had slipped into the new role as house bitch.
Somehow, it was a relief that Chris now knew about Randy, well mostly knew. There were still some things that hadn't been revealed to Chris that Randy hoped would stay secrets. All the humiliating treatment he'd endured at the hands of Mark and Scotty would only serve to further with Chris that Randy had descended from man to faggot. And it was bad enough that Chris thought he was a slut, but how would he react if he knew that Randy had been turned into a whore at work as well.
Once Craig and Calvin came home, laughing and talking about the great day they'd had, Randy was told to get dinner ready. As he cooked, he was only allowed the thong pink thong that he'd be in all day and the "Daddy's boy" apron Calvin had gotten him. He made a simple meal of Chicken and rice with vegetables. Before they sat down to eat, Calvin produced a bag and said they had bought Randy's some gifts. Craig added that Chris had picked out the surprises and he had given very clear instructions on how he wanted them to be used by Randy.
The first gift was two metal dog bowls that were set on the living room floor in front of the coffee table. It seemed obvious to Randy the bowls purpose and he was already imagining how it would feel to be fed from them. A sense of dread washed over Randy as he saw Calvin pull out the remaining items from the bag one at a time. A pair of small suction cups confused Randy until Calvin affixed them to his nipples and said they were to make them fuller and more pert. Craig said Chris wanted Randy to have huge nipples, so that they could more easily apply the clamps pulled out of the bag next.
The nipple clamps were metal and had sharp looking teeth, which explained why they were called Alligator nipple clamps. There was a chain connecting them. As Randy looked down at his chest and saw the suction cups on his nipples, he couldn't even imagine how painful those clamps would be on his engorged tits. Next up was a good size plug that Calvin said Randy would be expected to stuff in his pussy whenever it wasn't being used for other purposes. The metal plug looked hefty and had a rubber tube connecting it to the metal base that held it in place. Randy wondered how he would be able to fit that into his hole, it looked so thick.
They saw the concerned look on his face and revealed the final item from the bag, letting him know that this should get him ready for the large plug. To Randy, the dildo Calvin held looked gigantic, in reality it was about 10 inches long and about the same thickness as the plug, which was pretty fat.
Randy was told to go get their dinner and he brought out three plates. He had taken off the apron, so now he was just in his pink thong and the suction cups on his nips. He felt ridiculous. He set plates on the coffee table in front of Calvin and Craig, who were on the couch, and set his plate at the end of the table. He returned to the kitchen and came back with three beers that he placed on the coffee table before he went to sit in the armchair.
"No, down," Craig said, snapping and pointing to the spot in front of the coffee table where the dog bowls were. Randy knelt down as ordered, "Good, now hand me one of your bowls."
Randy did. And Craig stood up and pulled out his cock and started to piss into the bowl. While he did that, Calvin grabbed Randy's plate and quickly cut up the chicken and vegetables into more bite size pieces. Craig had filled up the first bowl with his piss and handed it back to Randy.
"You're a lucky fag to drink my piss with dinner," Craig smirked as he watched Randy set the bowl down in front of him, "It's like a fine wine to fags. Now hand Calvin the other bowl."
Randy could smell the piss in front of him, but luckily it didn't smell as strong as morning piss. He handed the other bowl to Calvin, wondering again how he had come to be in this position. At what point had he accepted that he was a faggot for these men. And why wasn't he fighting it. They couldn't force him, weren't forcing him. So he must want it deep down, despite how degrading it was to be treated like this. His ability to resist, even his desire to say no, was quickly being destroyed and he was now a willing participant in the destruction of his masculinity.
"This looks good," Calvin commented as he held Randy's plate of food. He then scraped it into the bowl, handing it back to Randy, "Hold it up in front of you."
Randy took the bowl and knelt there holding it up in front of him at chest level. Craig and Calvin walked around the table to stand in front of him, both their dicks out now. They each spat into the food bowl, before starting to piss, their streams hitting him in the face and splashing his chest before being aimed into his dinner. Randy watched as the white rice was soon floating in a yellow pool of their piss.
"Figured you could have soup tonight," Calvin stuffed his dick back in his pants and sat down, joined by Craig, "Bon appetite."
Randy stared at the disgusting slop in front of him and felt like things couldn't get worse. He set the bowl down and reached for the fork that he'd put at his end of the table.
"Nope, bitch. Eat it straight from the bowl," Craig scolded, "Faggots don't need utensils. But first, let's toast the chef."
Calvin and Craig both popped open their beers and held them up and out to Randy. He stared at the third beer on the table but knew what they expected. So instead of grabbing the beer, he picked up the bowl of piss. Calvin and Craig both laughed, as they praised his choice in unison with a 'Good faggot'. The two men clanked their beer cans against the metal rim of the dog bowl and took a swig of their beers. Randy raised his bowl to his mouth and tilted it up, taking a gulp of the warm piss, spilling some down his chin and chest in the process. It tasted bitter, but he'd tasted worse. So he felt grateful for that small bit of good luck. That thought made him realize that only a faggot would have swallowed enough piss to be able to compare the different tastes.
"From now on, you don't use your hands when eating or drinking out of your bowls," Craig informed him, "Dogs don't use their hands and you are even less than a dog, faggot."
Randy placed his piss bowl down and then bent forward to take the first bite of his dinner. As he got his face close to the bowl, he thought it smelled worse than just the piss alone. He tried at first to grab a piece of chicken between his teeth, but it kept sinking into the rice and piss broth. The only way he could get any of the bits of chicken and vegetables was to shove his face into the piss soup. He tried to ignore the taste and chew as quickly as possible to swallow, before going back for more.
"Good boy," Calvin encouraged Randy to keep it up, "If you eat all your dinner, you'll get a nice dessert. Don't forget your special fag drink."
Calvin and Craig both laughed through mouthfuls of food, as they watched Randy move his face over to the bowl of piss and lap at it like a dog would. This situation drove home how different their positions were right now. Calvin and Craig were the alpha males, sitting on the couch, fully clothed, eating off plates, using forks, drinking beer. While their faggot knelt on the ground in a pink thong, wearing nothing else but nipples suction cups, lapping warm piss from one dog bowl while eating a concoction of food soaked in piss and spit from the other bowl. He didn't think he'd ever feel like a real man again, or even pretend to be one.
Once they'd finished dinner, his belly felt bloated. But it was no surprise seeing as he'd consumed two bowls of their piss. He took all the dishes into the kitchen and cleaned up, including wiping the piss and rice from his face. When he returned to the living room, he was told to kneel as they gave him his next task to perform.