The cum deposit from Craig and Calvin was slowly leaking from Randy's ass as he did the dishes. No matter how much he tried to clench, the cum still escaped and was running down the inside of his legs. Craig had wasted no time mounting and breeding him once Calvin had finished with him and the two friends had then gotten ready and left for classes.
He stood there in the kitchen, in just a pink thong, which was now the only clothing he was allowed to wear in the house. He felt exposed as he dried the dishes, knowing that the curtains had been pulled open on the kitchen window behind him. Anyone walking by the house would be able to see him if they happened to glance over. Calvin had insisted that he leave all the curtains drawn in the kitchen and living room when Randy was home doing his chores, knowing how embarrassed Randy would be to have to walk around cleaning in the tiny pink thong on display to the world.
The sound of the front door unlocking startled him and he turned just in time to see Chris enter the house and stand in the kitchen doorway. He wolf whistled at Randy and looked him up and down appreciatively. Chris then snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor in front of him. Randy dropped the dish towel and scurried over to stand in front of his best friend.
"Down," Chris said, snapping and pointing again, and Randy sunk to his knees, "You should always get on your knees and come to me whenever I get home."
"Yes Sir," Randy responded, looking up at Chris' handsome face.
"Display," Chris commanded and Randy froze, unsure what to do, "That means to put your head down to the floor at my feet, lift your ass up and reach back and spread your cheeks with both hands."
Randy did as Chris described, feeling himself blush as he grabbed his asscheeks and pulled them apart, his asshole opening up around the thong strap. Chris bent over and rubbed his fingers along Randy's ass crack and tapped two fingers at his hole. He then pulled the thong strap out and snapped it, making Randy yelp at the sting against his hole.
"Good boy," Chris said approvingly, standing back up, "I brought over a few boxes of my things. Help me get them."
"Yes Sir," Randy said, getting to his feet and turning to head down the hall to his room to put on some clothes.
"Where are you going," Chris asked, "You don't need to get dressed, it's only a couple boxes. You're covered up enough to be decent."
Randy was mortified at the thought of going outside for the neighbors to see him like this. Or anyone really who might be driving by. But Randy knew better than to argue and so he hurried out front to the VW Bus and opened the side door and grabbed the first box he saw. He turned to quickly head back to the house and saw Chris sitting in one of the chairs on the front porch.
"I'll watch and make sure no one takes anything," Chris explained, as Randy approached with the box, "Just put them in the master bedroom, you can unpack later."
"Yes Sir," Randy said, and stopped before heading inside, "Please may I put on a pair of shorts at least."
"No, just be quick," Chris sounded irritated a little that Randy would question him, "It's the middle of the day, no one is gonna see. Stop being such a bitch."
And so Randy did as he was told. He was heading back for the last box, happy to have this embarrassment almost over, thankful that Chris had been right that no one was around. Just as he got to the sidewalk, heading to the car, Randy's luck ran out.
"What the fuck," Randy heard a somewhat familiar voice, "Is that you, fag?"
Randy turned to see the sales clerk from the mall standing just a few feet away, walking toward him on the sidewalk. He was stunned and unable to speak, just standing there in the thong as the clerk looked him up and down. The events of that day this summer flashed through Randy's mind, Mark and DeShawn running into him at the mall, taking him underwear shopping, the clerk helping to pick out panties for him. The two boys offering the sales clerk a blowjob delivered by Randy. And that was just the beginning. Randy felt his entire body turning red with embarrassment.
"I didn't know you lived in the neighborhood, bitch," The clerk said reaching up and tweaking one of Randy's nipples, "I just live around the corner and walk by here all the time when I'm heading to work. Where are your masters?"
Randy was thinking of how to answer when Chris called out, startling both him and the store clerk.
"Hey, both of you get up here," Chris shouted and Randy turned to see him standing, looking stern as he beckoned them with a finger. The clerk looked both surprised and scared, grabbing Randy by the arm and quickly leading them both to stand in front of Chris. Randy thought the clerk was a little too quick to obey a man who was otherwise a stranger to him. But Chris had a very dominant way about him.
"How do you know each other," Chris asked the clerk, as he looked him up and down. He was just a little shorter than Chris' and Randy's 6 feet. Randy had to admit that he thought the guy was cute, with his shaggy blond hair that hung down in his face a little, bright green eyes and cute face and smile. Although he was too nervous to smile at the moment.
"He came into my work," the clerk responded quietly.
"Speak up and look at me," Chris demanded, then turned to Randy, "And you, get down on all fours in the grass and wait."
Randy quickly dropped down, on hands and knees in the soft grass, looking up at the two handsome men as they talked. He instinctively arched his back and lifted his ass up, exposing his thonged asscrack to the street.
"Now, what is your work," Chris went back to his questions, ignoring Randy.
"I'm a sales clerk at the mall department store," The boy, who was probably no more than 18, was shaking a little.
"Jesus," Chris sounded annoyed, "This should not be so hard for me to get you to tell me things." What department?"
"Sorry Sir," The clerk apologized, looking even more nervous as he kept eye contact with Chris, "Women's lingerie."
"Don't be nervous, you aren't in trouble," Chris reached out and cupped the side of the boy's face in his palm, "And what was he doing there."
"He was with two guys, buying a thong," The clerk answered in a more calm voice, leaning his face into Chris' touch, "One of the guys was black, named Daryl or maybe DeShawn. The other guy was white, had a pretty common name, I can't remember."
"Mark?" Chris suggested, taking his hand away and staring down at Randy now with a pissed off look on his face.
"Yeah, that's it, how'd you know," The clerk confirmed.
"Cuz Mark's my little brother and DeShawn is his friend," Chris' gaze continued to burn into Randy, "So he bought a thong and that was it?"
"Well, not exactly," The clerk seemed to understand that he needed to be careful about what more he shared.
"Tell me what happened," Chris sounded calm, as he moved behind Randy. It took all Randy's strength to not turn to keep an eye on Chris. The clerk kept facing Chris, his big bulge now nearly in Randy's face.
"Well, your brother and his friend took him into the dressing room," The clerk seemed reluctant to be too specific.
"And," Chris prompted, as he began to feel up Randy's ass. He slipped the thong strap to the side and rubbed a finger to Randy's hole. At the same time, he placed a hand on the back of Randy's head and pushed him forward, his face now pressed into the clerk's crotch. Randy could feel the hardening dick under the fabric against his face. And he could not forget that he was on all fours in a thong in the grass out front of the house.
"They had me bring some things to make him try on," The clerk moaned softly and ground his bulge against Randy's mouth.
"You can refer to him as fag or bitch, your choice," Chris offered, his finger entering Randy and beginning to slide in and out of his hole as he continued dragging information out of the clerk, "Now tell me everything that happened. Don't be shy."
"They had the bitch try on the panties I brought and then had him suck my dick," The clerk admitted, now grabbing Randy's face in his hands, being a little more aggressive.
"Show me," Chris said simply, adding a second finger inside Randy.
"What do you mean," The clerk sounded unsure.
"Show me how you had him suck you off," Chris explained, as if they weren't on the front lawn in broad daylight for anyone to see, "Open up your pants, take out your cock and shove it in his mouth. Let me see how you fed him your dick."
"Yes Sir," The clerk said and quickly unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his hard 7" cock, before stuffing it into Randy's eager mouth. Although he was nervous to be seen, he couldn't deny how hot it was to get to suck off the clerk again, while Chris explored his hole. Even though they were outside for anyone to see, Randy hoped that Chris would take out his cock and finally fuck Randy.
"Good boy," Chris said and Randy wasn't sure who he was talking to specifically, maybe them both, "Let him suck your cock while you finish telling me everything."
Randy sucked the cock in his mouth, the boy taking long slow strokes past his lips, prodding the back of his throat with the head of his dick. Moaning around it as he felt Chris continue to explore his ass with two fingers, probing deep, swirling them around, spreading them apart to stretch Randy open.
"Once I fed him my load I left," The clerk continued, pumping his cock into Randy's mouth, "And when I came back a little later to check in, they were taking turns fucking him."
Randy cringed hearing this being said out loud. Chris removed his fingers from Randy's cunt and moved around to squat down, eye to eye with Randy.
"So let me get this straight," Chris looked sternly at Randy, who felt ridiculous with his mouth full of cock and his ass on display to the neighbors, "What's he's saying is that my baby bro whored you out in a dressing room to his bud and this dude, a total stranger. That they fucked you and made you suck this guy off."
"Well, actually," The clerk spoke up, thrusting his dick deep into Randy's mouth, making him gag, "I fucked him too later, once the other two left him behind after finishing with him."
"Both of you, get in here," Chris looked pissed, standing up and walking inside the house, not bothering to see if they followed, knowing they would.
The clerk withdrew his cock from Randy's mouth and headed after Chris, with Randy scrambling to his feet to not be too far behind. Chris was sitting on the couch, legs spread, arms crossed over his chest, looking in charge. The clerk stopped just to the side, standing in front of the couch. Chris snapped his fingers, pointing first to Randy and then to the spot in front of him. Randy scurried to kneel in front of Chris, who raised his foot up and hooked it over Randy's shoulder to pull him down until his face was on the carpet, with Chris' shoe on the back of his neck.
"Fuck him," Randy heard Chris command more than offer. And it wasn't more than a few seconds before he felt the clerk behind his raised ass, spitting on his hole before driving his cock balls deep, moaning loudly at the pleasure of being in Randy's pussy again.
Chris stood up, his foot now between Randy's shoulder blades, holding him down. Randy recognized that he was pretty much naked between these two men who were still fully clothed, making him feel even more like a bitch as his ass got fucked and he was treated like just a hole. Randy heard the unzip of Chris' shorts above him. The clerk shifted behind Randy and soon the sound of sucking was added to the ass fucking. Chris was having the clerk suck his cock and Randy's dick went rock hard.
"So did you suck my brother off too, boy," Chris asked and Randy heard the clerk gagging on Chris, "Did you let him and his friend fuck you. Or was it just the three of you using my fag."
The clerk tried to answer but Chris wouldn't let him off his dick, so it was impossible to understand. Chris didn't seem to care about hearing the answer, he seemed only interested in getting his cock sucked by this new boy.
"You ready for me to show you how to really fuck," Chris asked, apparently withdrawing his cock from the clerk's mouth.
"Yes Sir," The clerk responded, coughing a little after the rough face fuck he just took. He started to pull out of Randy to let Chris take his place, and Randy was so excited to think he was about to get to feel Chris inside him and dump his load in his ass.
"Nope, stay there," Chris commanded, stepping behind them again, "I want to fuck you while you fuck my bitch. You want that?"
"Oh god, yes Sir," the boy sighed, pressing back into Randy, "But please go slow, I've only been fucked a few times."
"I'll be gentle, with you boy," Chris assured him, and Randy heard the movement of Chris getting down behind the boy.
The moment Chris entered him, the boy fell forward onto Randy and his cock drove deeper into Randy's cunt. The boy moaned and it sounded like he was fully enjoying Chris inside him. Randy was overwhelmed with jealousy, wishing Chris was fucking him. The rhythm of Chris' thrusts into the boy, controlled the pace of the cock fucking Randy. And he closed his eyes and tried to imagine it was Chris in his ass, instead of the boy that Chris was fucking.
"Fuck you feel so good, so tight," Chris exhaled, thrusting into the clerk faster with each minute that passed, "So much tighter than what I imagine the faggot's cunt must be by now, considering he's taken so much cock."
"He's still pretty tight, Sir," the boy shared, as he let Chris control the situation and set the pace of his fucking Randy.
"I'm surprised," Chris said, slamming into the boy, making him yelp as his own cock was rammed hard into Randy, "But I wouldn't know since I haven't fucked the bitch yet. Making him wait to earn that privilege."
"I feel lucky to get your cock then," The boy moaned as Chris began to really pummel his ass, making him pant above Randy, as Randy tried to imagine how wonderful it must feel to be used by this incredible man.
"You ready for the real prize," Chris asked, panting harder, obviously getting closer to shooting.
"Oh fuck yes Sir," the clerk responded, sounding excited, his cock seeming to get even thicker in Randy's ass.
"Good boy," Chris praised him, "I want you to breed my fag, at the same time I'm filling you up with my cum. You think you can do that boy?"
"Yes Sir, I'm very close," The boy confirmed, thrusting into Randy faster, matching Chris' increased speed.
"Alright then boy, I'm ready," Chris fucked with more urgency, and Randy imagined that Chris' cock was passing through the boy and was inside his ass.
"Yes Sir, oh fuck," The clerk nearly screamed, "Oh god, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, fuck me harder please Sir! Give me your cum."
"Good fucking boy, here it comes."
The moment Randy felt the boy's hot seed flooding his guts, Chris roared above them and Randy knew that Chris' cum was flowing into the boy. He imagined that it was Chris' superior seed pumping out of the boy's dick, Chris' cum dumping into his ass instead of the clerk's load. The boy was thrashing above Randy, the moment overwhelming him, both the pleasure of his cock pulsing in Randy while Chris' balls drained inside his own ass.
Randy stayed still, enjoying the moment as best he could. His knees hurt and his ass was sore, his dick was hard and aching to be touched. But he stayed down, ass up, feeling the weight of the two men above him, as the clerk's cock continued to pulse in his cunt, firing off more cum inside him. It seemed endless, but eventually, Chris withdrew and stepped around to lift Randy up by the hair and push his cock into Randy's mouth. He tried to ignore the bitter taste of the boy's ass on Chris' cock, and instead focus on the cum that was smeared on the shaft and stuck in the pubes at the base of his dick.
The boy extracted his cock from Randy's ass and he felt his hole gaping as some of the cum spilled out. Chris pulled the clerk forward and replaced his cock with the clerk in Randy's mouth. He obediently cleaned off the boy's cock too. Once the boy seemed satisfied, he pulled out and tucked his dick back into his pants.
"Thank you Sir," The clerk said and Chris pulled him into a hug and kissed him hard on the mouth for a moment, "But I do need to get to work, I'm gonna be late otherwise."
"You get going boy, but feel free to stop by whenever. You are always welcome to use my fag, even if I'm not here," Chris offered up Randy, and Randy just knelt there, cum leaking from his ass, naked at the feet of these two men, "And if I am here, I'll expect you to submit to me. Take my number."
"Of course Sir, I would love that," The boy said, taking the piece of paper from Chris that he'd wrote his number on. Then he headed out the door, saying goodbye to Chris and ignoring Randy who was currently leaking the boy's cum from his ass.
"Go get that last box bitch," Chris ordered, turning his gaze back to Randy, and he didn't look pleased, "And then you can help me understand who else has fucked my fag before me."