Randy stood there in his military outfit, trying to comprehend what was happening. He looked around the basement and saw there was a mattress and box springs in the middle of the room. Calvin pushed Randy forward toward Chris, who grabbed him by the arm and spun him around to face the frat boys who were moving to stand around the mattress.
"You ready to show my friends that you are my bitch?" Chris asked, gripping Randy under the chin, his chest pressed to Randy's back, "Look them in the eyes and tell them what you are."
"I am your bitch, Sir," Randy said, shaking as he looked from one frat boy to the next, seeing them smirking and smiling as Randy made his admission. But he meant what he said and admitting it to all these men only deepened that truth and his faggot headspace.
His eyes locked on Calvin, standing in front of him at the other side of the mattress. Alex stood to his left and the the cute boy they had been talking to was on Calvin's right. Chris' hands began to roam his body, starting at his shoulders, running down his chest, sliding around the waist, to stop with an asscheek in each hand.
"You have a fat ass, boy," Chris complimented, squeezing it through Randy's pants. He then pulled off Randy's jacket and tossed it to the floor. The guys all laughed and pointed out the raging hard on straining the front of his pants, "You like this don't you boy, being show off as my bitch."
Randy could only nod, too mortified to have his excitement at this humiliation so obvious. He suppressed a moan as Chris unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. He felt fingers lightly pinch and squeeze his nipples through the t-shirt, and he grimaced and let out a moan as Chris became more aggressive in working his tits. It hurt but felt good at the same time and his dick leaked into his thong.
"Kneel," Chris said, pointing at the mattress, and Randy got down on his knees on the relatively clean mattress. He tried not to think about how many of the frat guys had used this mattress to fuck countless girls and apparently even some boys. Randy scanned the room and took in all the handsome boy standing there, eager to watch Chris using Randy.
Randy raised his arms above his head as Chris pulled off his tshirt. The more Chris abused his tits, the harder and bigger they got and the more Chris became obsessed with them. He smacked Randy's chest with open palms, stinging the skin but arousing the nipples. He mauled Randy's tits and tugged on them until Randy cried out.
Without a word, Randy's dog tags were removed from around his neck and slid into Chris' pocket. Hands moved from his shoulders, pausing briefly to tease his protruding nipples more, before continuing down to the waist of his pants. Randy stared forward at Calvin's smirking face as Chris unbuttoned his pants and exposed the hot pink thong underneath.
"Someone's excited," Chris taunted him, as he ran a finger over the head of Randy's cock hiding under the thong pouch. The boys in the room chuckled at this. Chris brought the finger to Randy's mouth and rubbed it along his lips. Randy felt the moistness and looked down to see he had leaked so much that it had soaked through the thong and was dripping. Chris caught more and brought it to Randy's mouth. Without thinking or having to be told, Randy stuck out his tongue to licked his precum from the palm of his hand and sucked it off Chris' middle and index fingers.
Using that same hand, Chris reached down the back of Randy's pants and rubbed the wet fingers around Randy's hole. Randy let out an involuntary moan when Chris touched and gently pinched his tender asslips. He was embarrassed at how he sounded, so desperate for Chris to use him even if it meant letting their friends and a group of strangers watch.
Chris pulled his hand out of Randy's pants to spit into it before going right back. Using his other hand, he moved Randy's arms and hands to behind Chris' back to hold on to his waist as he sank his fingers deeper into Randy's pussy and began to work them in and out slowly. He was now making so much noise, moaning and yelping that Chris put a hand over his mouth and pulled his head back against his chest. Randy closed his eyes and let himself fully experience Chris fingering his cunt, trying to ignore the fact that a group of men were watching. He heard the word faggot and bitch clearly among the terms used to describe him.
With now three fingers wedged in his pussy, Chris pushed Randy forward onto the mattress and guided him forward by the cunt until he was on all fours. Only then did Chris withdraw his fingers to pull down Randy's pants, exposing his thonged ass. The boys around them wolf whistled once the pink thong was fully on display and Chris wasted no time in grabbing, rubbing and squeezing the meaty ass. Randy was staring straight ahead at the group, trying to avoid eye contact. But Calvin was right there, his grin making him all the more handsome, as he admired Randy and watched the public display.
His balls were now in Chris' grip through the thong as he tugged on them while casually spanking Randy's ass, alternating between cheeks, increasing the strength a little with each slap. The pain in his balls grew as Chris tightened his grip, matched by the stinging from Chris warming up his ass. Just his balls were pulled out of the thong pouch, and Chris gained a firm hold on them and tapped at them until Randy was moaning and squirming. He dropped his chest to the mattress trying to get away from the light tapping that somehow caused so much agony.
Chris spread Randy's ass to expose his tight pussy, the hole barely covered by the thong strap. Using the back of his hand, Chris continued the assault on Randy's exposed balls. He understood that Chris was testing him, letting the boys see just how much Randy would take to please Chris. And he was determined to not disappoint. But he almost lost it when his hard cock was let free from the thong so that Chris could stroke it a few times, pulling it backwards between Randy's legs. His balls and cock were firmly in Chris' grip and it took all his control to not cum right then just from the touch of his best friend.
He heard Chris spit and felt the wetness land on his exposed hole as Chris continued to yank back his hard cock and aching ball between his legs. A finger began to smear the spit around his hole before penetrating him. A rhythm was set where Chris sawed first one and then two fingers into his hole while also stroking Randy's rigid clit slowly as he kept it pulled back painfully. Randy was groaning in both pleasure and pain and was concentrating on not cumming, knowing that was not allowed without Chris' express permission.
A sigh of relief escaped him when Chris released his cock and stopped the finger fucking, in order to pull hard on the bottom of Randy's pant legs. He tugged and Randy fell flat on his stomach, as the pants worked their way off. Next was his thong being removed, until Randy was the only one completely naked and exposed among a room of men. As if to accentuate this point, Chris began to go at his ass again, spanking and squeezing it hard making Randy squirm on the mattress.
Chris gripped Randy's hips and raised his ass high, with a hand pressing down between Randy's shoulder blades to keep his head down. He breathed in the strange scents of the mattress, almost positive he could smell the dried cum from countless fuckings.
"Such a nice little hole," Chris admired, as he once again spread Randy's ass. He rubbed a thumb against the hole and the guys shifted around to get a better view, "You are being a very good boy during your inspection."
Randy mumbled a thank you Sir as he kept his head down, thankful to not have to look at anyone as his best friend continued to play with his body however he wanted. His balls were back in Chris' fist, pulled back for Chris to rub and squeeze, eliciting moans from the faggot laying exposed in the middle of a room of young men. Using the back of his hand, Chris began to cycle through spanking one ass cheek, tapping Randy's nuts, spanking the other ass cheek. When Randy's moans and squirming indicated he was unable to take much more, Chris would give his clit a few strokes under Randy's body and tweak his nipples.
This went on until each of the tortured parts felt on fire. His ass, balls, nipples all had become pain points for Randy and the only relief was when the hand stroked his clit slowly. But even that was torment, as Randy had to concentrate through the abuse to ensure he didn't reach orgasm. He tuned out the boys talking around him, words of encouragement and admiration for how Chirs masterfully manipulated his bitch.
And then suddenly, it all stopped. Randy raised up to his hands and knees, confused and wondering what was coming next. Chris appeared at his side and squatted down to be at eye level with Randy. He smiled at Randy when he showed him what he was holding.
"Let's get you opened up and ready for me," Chris said, holding up a dildo. It was about eight inches long, round bulbs at each end and tapered in the middle. Chris pressed the fatter of the bulbs to Randy's lips, "I suggest you get this nice and wet."
Randy parted his lips as Chris pressed the bulbed end of the toy into his mouth. He sucked on it, ran his tongue around it, closing his eyes and imagining it was Chris' cock. He moaned at that thought and heard the boys laughing and commenting on how hungry he was for the real thing. Once Chris was satisfied with Randy's prep, he pulled the toy from Randy's mouth and returned to the waiting ass.
Drool dripped from his chin and Randy wiped it on the mattress as he felt the wet tip of the toy rub and push against his hole. The pressure eventually was more than his hole could withstand and the larger bulb end of the toy stretched his hole open and sank in. Randy felt his pussy close up around it and grip the narrow neck with half the toy buried in his cunt and the other half sticking out of his ass.
"Good boy," Chris praised Randy and tugged on the toy to test how firmly lodged it was in the faggot's ass. With a little effort, the toy escaped his hole with an audible pop. Randy moaned and everyone laughed at the sound, stepping up closer as Chris grabbed Randy by the balls to hold him in place.
"That's it, open up that faggot cunt," Chris encouraged his bitch as the toy slipped back in relatively easily. Chris began to fuck him with it, as Randy knelt naked on all fours, "Fuck yeah, it's sliding right in now. There you go."
The grip tightened on his balls painfully as the pace of the fucking picked up. Once the large bulb was back in his cunt and his pussy was clenched around the middle, Chris slapped at the end sticking out, which caused Randy's hard cock to twitch and leak. The vibrations inside Randy's pussy were bringing him to the edge of orgasm.
"Fuck yeah, made your dick jump," Chris observed, tugging on his balls and working the toy in and out again, "Bet I could make you cum just from this."
Chris reached forward and grabbed Randy by the hair to pull him up on his knees, his back to Chris' chest. This exposed Randy to everyone and he felt the humiliation wash over him as he assessed his predicament. The toy was still firmly in his pussy and his balls were still gripped tight in Chris' fist, pulled back between his legs, causing his hard clit to point straight out.
Using his free hand, Chris began to work on Randy's tits again, as he tugged hard on his balls and grinded his crotch against Randy's ass to press the toy in deeper. His ass was pressed back on the toy while his chest thrust forward as if he was begging for the abuse on his nipples. Randy was going crazy from the overload of sensations on all parts of his body. He was being used thoroughly for all these men to witness him accept being treated like this by his best friend.
Randy groaned when Chris released his sore nuts from his tight grip, placing the hand instead on Randy's forehead and pulling it back against Chris' shoulder. He wiped the sweat from his balls down Randy's face and inserted his thumb into Randy's mouth and held it open awkwardly. Chris turned his head to the left and Randy saw Craig standing next to Chris, caressing his back and encouraging him to keep going.
As Chris went back to working one nipple and then the other, Randy moaned around the thumb hooked in the corner of his mouth. He now was made to look forward and saw Calvin and Alex both standing there watching and enjoying the show along with the other guys. His nipples felt raw and he struggled against the toy impaling him, but Chris held him firmly under the chin with the thumb still in his mouth.
"You aren't being forced, faggot. You don't stop me no matter how rough I use you or how deeply I humiliate you," Chris punctuated this by twisting one nipple and then the other, thrusting forward on the toy. Randy groaned, "You want all these Men to witness you submitting to me like this. It's only getting you harder. You like being displayed as my bitch, faggot?"
"Yes Sir," Randy loudly responded around the thumb, his voice cracking, finally understanding that Chris was breaking him down in front of all these men. There was no coming back from this and everyone knew now just what he was.
"It doesn't matter if it hurts. That just proves you are truly mine to do with as I please," Chris continued, moving on to tugging Randy's balls forward so that everyone could see as he squeezed and grinded them in his fist, "The fact that you accept this treatment, take it willingly and allow me to do whatever I want. Shows everyone and most importantly yourself, you are My faggot."
"Flip over on your back," Chris ordered, taking all hands off Randy and stepping backwards, "It's time for you to take my cock in your ass."