“I would marry you. Right here, right now – honestly, I mean it. I would have a priest walk through this door, put a ring on your finger and make you mine forever. With you in your realest state, being who you truly are, beneath all your illusions of person-hood and humanity. Beneath all the lies, that you deserve anything more, all your little insane fantasies. This is who you really are, and I'd feel no shame in making you mine right here and right now.”

He whispered this to me sweetly in my ear, as he held my face up to his. I looked up to him, me on all fours, naked, collar strapped around my neck, his leash in his hand. Dangling from it, I was spitting and choking. Although it was a little tongue-in-cheek, and frightening too, I really think he meant it. It made my head seize up, as if I had been hit full force with a two-by-four. But I loved it, the pure fury of his love could leave me on the last thread of consciousness just as much as his strong hands could. In that moment I knew I loved him. I knew too, that he owned me, that my will was finally broken and it really would not have have mattered if I loved him or not, because either way, I was his from then on.

He left me collared and dragged me back to my room, laid me down, pushed me over, lifted my shirt, came all over my stomach and left me there. Dripping and wasted. I would have begged him to take me, to rip me apart all over the room, in every hole and every way. But I knew he wouldn't. He was like that, to him an orgasm was an orgasm, it didn’t matter if I got anything out of it. In fact it was all the better if I didn’t. I lay by the foot of my own bed, filthy, as he went to sleep.

It made me so happy to be used like that. Being a cum-dumpster meant I was something more than completely worthless. I could just let him use me and have me. He made me feel valid and real, and being his pet and slave gave me a reason to get up in the morning. At first at least, we had more than that. We met by chance really.

I was seventeen and in my final year of high school. A childhood friend introduced me to an older group, mostly late teens/early twenties, part of the scene culture. As I often did, I immersed myself entirely into the group. The more like the rest of them I became, the less risk there was of them rejecting me. Anyway, the group of friends I made would gather every Friday night, after late night shopping in town, at what came to be known as Emo Park. They changed slightly every week, different people would show up, some ended up leaving the lifestyle completely. Later on it began to get very dangerous as drugs and violence began to become endemic to the scene and I stopped going by the time I was eighteen.

The first time I had met him was one of those Friday nights. I had heard his name mentioned a few times by various people and he seemed liked by most and coveted by many. He had arrived with a few friends of mine and he usually didn't come out until later at night after I had usually gone, but he had come earlier this time.

He stuck out instantly, a crowd gathered around him, but perhaps what was more striking was what he wore. Not resplendent in the usual uniform of viciously tight jeans and late hardcore band tees; he was in track pants and a comically oversized grey t-shirt… like some sort of complete slob. But, the minute he opened his mouth, you couldn't help but fall in love with him. He spoke with such a soft confidence and he feared nothing because he knew no one was a threat to him. He didn't have to exert himself or dress well, and unlike his late teen scene peers, he felt no threat of competition. He knew he was above everyone and he was so confident you couldn't help believe it too.

We ended up on a bus ride home together that night, we found out we lived near each other. Although we didn't connect right away, we exchanged contact details. Even then I was attracted to him, but he hardly occupied my mind, and I truthfully never expected to see him again.

When he woke up I was still waiting on the floor for him. He had slept for three hours and I had waited there for him the whole time. I was helpless. He smiled, seeing me still there. He called me a good boy. He would always call me a boy. I wasn't, and I’m still not, but his invalidation of my very core identity would always send a shiver through me.

He told me to have shower, to clean up as we were going back to his place. He told me he was having friends over and he had a special job for me. Maybe the gist of it was obvious, but the possibilities terrified me, but also excited me. As I washed myself I couldn't help but find my fingers drifting down to my pussy, coming up against my clit. But then I remembered, he had ordered me not to touch myself without his direct permission. Back then I was so faithful and dedicated I just wouldn't disobey him, no matter how much I wanted to come. I cleaned and dried myself, put on a plain tee and jeans and he drove us to his house.

He told me to wait in his room and I dutifully did so. He was gone for hours, I could hear him in the lounge, arranging furniture and such. Later, I heard other voices, some of his friends maybe. Around half-an-hour after that he came back into his room, said nothing and ripped my clothes from me. Then he pushed me onto all fours and told me to follow him and not to look up at anyone.

I crawled into the lounge and immediately I was confronted with six men with their pants down and cocks upright sitting on a couch together, a film playing in the background. They cheered and clapped as I came in and I knew immediately what my job was to be. For months he had showed me my real place in the world. I was a cum-dumpster, and I would take as many loads as I he wanted me to.

I crawled to the cock closest to me.

More cheers and laughs. One of my masters friends, I hoped at least. It was huge, I’m no great judge, but it was at very least nine inches, probably more. Even more impressive it was so thick, as thick as a can of coke. I almost panicked at the size of it but I knew what I had to do, and I loved it.

I went straight up to him and opened wide and got it as far down my throat as I could. He grunted and placed his hands on the back of my head, I began to drip. I had taken maybe five inches of it in and I thought there was no way I could fit any more in. But with his hands he forced me down further and further. Like the filthy slut I am, I tried to resist, there was no way that cock could go deeper. But he pushed me harder and he slipped into my throat, filling it entirely with his cock, making a visible bulge in my neck.

There was more cheering and laughter. It hurt, at first, but as he begun to throat-fuck me violently, with a complete disregard for me, I began to enjoy it. My pussy was soaked. I began to use my tongue more and get control over it, sliding just under his head and licked the gap between it and his huge shaft as he buried himself deep inside my throat. I knew it was my job to serve so I began to rock back and forth taking it as deep down my throat as it could go.

He removed his hands and let me slobber all over him and fuck his beautiful cock with my mouth. It was bliss, I was gasping for air, sacrificing my breath for this huge thick cock. He began to moan loudly. The movie continued to play in the background and I realized he was taking no notice of me as I sucked, he was watching the film and eating popcorn, as if I wasn't even there, as if I was just some cum draining machine, and I loved it, because I knew I was.

I slid his huge cock out of my mouth, it was dripping with my spit, and started sucking his enormous sack and the smell of it drove me wild. I jerked his cock with my hand and his moaning began to get faster and faster. I quickly forced his cock right to the back of my throat to make sure I took his load. He came so much it leaked from my mouth. I almost passed out choking, but none of them paid the slightest attention.

The next cock was nowhere near as large, nor as thick; only four inches long. The second I approached him he just grabbed by head. I opened wide and he just fucked my mouth hard and fast, even his small cock was making me gush. He just held me tight in his hands, not even looking at me, and fucked me like I was a fleshlight. He came within a minute or two, for a small cock he too had an enormous load.

He pulled out last minute and came all over my face and the smell of his cum made my legs tremble, I was getting close just by sucking dick. The next two cocks just let me do it myself, and as accomplished at dick sucking as I was, I got a load from each in under five minutes. One on my face and the other over my exposed E-cup breasts.

The fifth cock one was god-like. He had at least another three inches more than the first one and was somehow thicker. As I approached he got up, grabbed me by the waist, slammed my head onto the ground with a painful blow and pulled my ass up.

He slammed his huge cock, the thickness of a baseball bat, into my exposed ass dry and furiously fucked me. I cried out in pain and he just fucked me faster, I could feel myself tearing. He slapped me and told me to shut up for crying out, I was interrupting the film. I did what I was told and tried to keep quiet. I was in tears as he violated me, the juices in my pussy were building up too.

He began to moan louder so did I, eventually I started to sweat and could barely even remain gripped to reality. The next thing I knew I was coming, and he was too, filling my torn asshole with his thick cum, it leaking all over my back and into my pussy, it was insane. I was exhausted and beaten and I almost lay down and gave up.

But there was still my master’s cock to suck. Luckily he was gentle and just lay there as I made him cum. He came all over my face and I was having trouble seeing through all the come. I thought it was time to stop and laid down trying to catching my breath. He laughed and pointed back to the first cock I had sucked, it was hard again. So I went back around for another load, from everyone, and one more after that. I was soaked and there wasn’t an inch of my skin not covered in cum.

When the film finished, they all gathered around me. My master explained to his friends that the last one to blow a load on my face had to lick me clean. I lay in the middle of them, my master was first to cum, followed by the two I had sucked third and fourth, then the huge one who fucked me, the nine inch cock, and lastly the little four inch.

The others grabbed him, held his face down and made him lick up all their cum. They laughed at him and called him a sissy. Having him lick me clean was sending a riot through my pussy, and as he finished licking up the buckets of cum on me I begged my master to let him eat me out. My master was clearly feeling kind because all five of them held his face into my pussy as he brought me to orgasm.

I stuck around the rest of the day sucking their cocks and making them all dinner. The one who had been designated the sissy joined me sucking them too, we were both being used together, and at the end of the day before they all left he cleaned me up again.

Later that night, I slept on the foot of my master’s bed. He didn’t utter a word about what had happened. I knew now I wasn’t only his slave, but a slave to his friends or anyone else he desired.