The Older Man

Taylor was the most embarrassed she'd ever been in her life; she wished the ground would swallow her somehow. She was straddling Sir's lap, legs spread, with two of his fingers in her asshole as she faced the two young men who had just arrived. They were watching this man, old enough to be their grandfather, finger her ass. Even worse, she could not disguise how turned on she was. They watched her grind back against his hand, unmistakably an enthusiastic, consenting partner to her own degradation. Sir let his thumb brush over her clit and she howled with humiliating need.

"I'm sorry," said Sir, "I told her to get dressed before you got here but she loves showing her tits to strangers." All three of them laughed at her. She looked down; unfortunately this meant watching his fingers pushing in and out of her ass, but the alternative was to make eye contact with the young men and she just couldn't.

"You like this dirty old man fingering your ass?" one of the younger men asked, and all three laughed again. Taylor blushed deeply but she made herself say "Yes", and they laughed again at that. It would be so much easier to take if they would just fuck her, use her like an object; the mocking and laughing were much more uncomfortable. Was this who she was now? A naked slut desperately hoping for a stranger to fuck her face? She had to admit that it was.

Slowly, anxiously, she turned her head up so she was looking at the two strangers. One was smirking directly at her. He had dark hair and she wasn't sure if he had piercing eyes or just really liked looking at a humiliated naked woman. He was definitely attractive, if not quite her type (but what did that even mean in this situation?) But the other man, sitting beside him, was stunning, gorgeous, the kind of guy she would have approached in a club or swiped right on an app, and now that she really looked at him she felt a rush of arousal and humiliation at the knowledge that he was going to use her sexually. He had artfully tousled fair hair, soft features and strong hands. He also seemed a little unwilling to look directly at her, maybe embarrassed himself, a strange coyness that endeared him to her even more.

Being attracted to him, of course, made this worse. He could never see her as a real person, just a naked fucktoy for him to use and forget about. And he knew already she was so depraved that she let Sir treat her this way, that she enjoyed it.

"Is it true you haven't come in weeks?" the man with the darker hair asked.

"Yes." They all laughed again, although she thought the fair haired one maybe laughed a little less, as if he was just going along with them rather than genuinely finding her situation funny. "So he fucks your holes whenever he wants and you don't even get to masturbate?"

"That's right."

"Do you want to come?"

"So much!" She couldn't help putting all her enthusiasm into this response, all her desperation. Her cunt was throbbing with humiliation and desire. She wished he would stop asking questions and fuck her mouth so she could get this over with, and was even more deeply humiliated to realise she was wishing to suck this mean stranger's cock.

"Because you're so turned on by getting fucked over and over by a man old enough to be your grandfather."

She moaned lightly, hating that he had said it so explicitly. "Yes."

This time the man spoke directly to Sir, ignoring her. "Honestly, I don't know why she should ever come. She obviously doesn't need to."

Sir did not reply beyond a light chuckle, but again brushed her clit so she let out a loud moan of arousal and need.

"Sounds like she agrees. Does it turn you on to think about never being allowed to come?"

"No!" She practically yelled this and was certain in the moment she said it. But immediately she felt a horrible shudder of doubt. Maybe it would be hot to live in this unbearable frustration. A hole for men with no pleasure of her own.

"Well, you'd better be a good cocksucker then. That's the rule, right? If either of us say your blowjobs are very good, you can come. But if both of us say they're bad, or just okay, or even good but not very good, you'll be denied longer?"

"Yes."

"Has he told you what's going to make this so hard for you?"

"No," she said, but she thought she knew; hard because Mikey (she was sure the man interrogating her must be Mikey) was a sadist who would be especially cruel.

"You're such a bastard," he said to Sir, who shrugged and pulled his fingers out of her ass, putting them into her mouth. She cleaned them while all three men watched her lips sliding along the fingers.

"Are you going to tell her?" Sir asked. He pushed her onto the floor and she settled on her knees to wait for whatever was going to happen.

"Maybe she should just figure it out." The man who'd been questioning her gestured to the other young man, who got up and walked across the room to where she was kneeling.

She looked up at this very beautiful man as he unbuttoned his fly, still seeming somewhat reluctant. She wanted his cock so badly and his reticence only increased her desire. But he spoke to her now, quietly, almost apologetically, explaining what Mikey and Sir had been saying: "We're gay."

She realised immediately the awful position she was in. They were gay. The only way she could have an orgasm in the foreseeable future was to suck two gay men's cocks so well they would say it was very good. And they wouldn't even be attracted to her! It was so unfair! She was sure she could get any straight man to give her a glowing review, but how was a naked woman going to get a gay man to enjoy her blowjobs that much?

Sure enough, his cock was soft as he took it out of his pants. She could see that it was a good size, thick. He looked down at her sympathetically, like he wished he could make this easier for her somehow.

The other young man, on the couch, said, "When's the last time a woman touched your dick, Alex?" Alex turned towards him with what Taylor, although she couldn't see, was sure was a glare. Could this be true--she was going to be his first woman? That thought also turned her on a little, and she decided she could do this, make it amazing for him. Very gently she extended her tongue and started to tease his shaft. His dick did start to expand slightly, although it didn't harden as much or as quickly as she'd hoped.

For a moment, Taylor and Alex made eye contact. She felt a lot of information pass between them in this moment, and understood that Alex was doing this because he was submissive to Mikey and being made to do it, and that as a sub he sympathised with her position and wanted her to succeed. She hoped that he felt, as well, that she didn't blame him for any of this and wanted it to feel good for him. She felt a warmth in his eyes and hoped she felt the warmth she felt for him in return. After this long moment, his dick still only a little harder than completely flaccid, she closed her eyes for a long blink and opened them again. She was trying to tell him to close his eyes, to block out the image of a naked woman and imagine, well, whatever he needed to imagine. He seemed to get the message and closed his eyes, and she let her tongue slide over and around his head.

It was working now. He was getting hard.

She stayed with the teasing tongue strokes a little longer, until she felt his dick was as hard as it was going to get. It was thick enough that it would be a challenge to swallow but she knew she could do it. For the first time, she took it into her mouth and began bobbing her lips up and down the shaft. Mikey laughed at seeing this and, for a moment, she felt Alex start to soften. But she maintained the soft pressure and movement of her mouth and quickly he stiffened again. Not wanting to wait, she pushed her head all the way forward, feeling his girth stretch her throat as she swallowed him completely and gagged as he lips found the base. She held him there for a moment, gagging, and then began bobbing her head again, keeping his head in her throat and moving around it.

She felt so, so good. She was giving a beautiful man a blowjob. She was doing it so well that he was enjoying it even though he'd never been with a woman before. And she was doing it in the most abjectly humiliating way possible, while two cruel sadists watched, and without any choice or say in the matter (beyond the safe word she could not have been further from using). As much as she gagged and choked on his cock, she felt an overwhelming sense of contentment at being used in this way. The idea of love languages flickered briefly into her head: hers was not quality time or words of affection but being used like an object.

She felt him coming in her throat and, happily, maintained her rhythm until he was done, then let his softening dick slip from her mouth. He opened his eyes and looked down at her, clearly happy as well. She thought she saw a note of gratitude in his expression, and maybe relief that it was over. She felt some confidence that he was about to say it had been very good and that she would finally be granted relief. She thought about how humiliating it would be to come in front of these three; the thought did not diminish her excitement.

"So, Alex, how was her blowjob? Very good?" Alex opened his mouth to speak but before he could, Mikey continued. "You know she hasn't come in weeks as a way to improve her blowjobs. Maybe we should try the same thing for you. Take away your orgasms for a while to see if it makes you a better cocksucker. If it's worked for her, if her blowjobs are very good now."

Alex looked back and forth from Taylor, to Mikey, to Taylor, to Mikey. He looked confused and anxious. Then he looked down at Taylor, who could still taste his cum, and mouthed the words 'I'm sorry'. She understood. She wanted him to know that she understood, that she was happy to suffer more if it meant he, this beautiful man with the gorgeous cock, could continue to experience the pleasure he deserved.

"It wasn't very good," he said.

Mikey wasn't going to let it rest there. "Really? You came, though. You're not lying just so I won't take away your orgasms? If it wasn't very good, tell the bitch how bad it was."

Taylor looked up at Alex and gave the subtlest nod she could manage, willing him to do what he needed to do.

"She..." Alex trailed off, as if unsure what to say. Then, quickly, "She's too enthusiastic. She liked sucking dick so much she rushed it." He could see now that Taylor was enjoying this, that she liked being verbally degraded, and continued. "She's too much of a slut to give a really good blowjob."

Mikey looked at Taylor now. "Is that true? You're too big a slut to give a good blowjob?"

"No."

"So you're calling Alex a liar?" She realised now she was caught, that anything she could say would be wrong.

Mikey swooped down now from the couch, pushing Alex away she he could crouch right in front of Taylor, eye to eye. He reached out and grabbed her tits, sore and bruised from Sir's beating, and squeezed hard, making her yelp and squirm with pain.

"You had it easy with Alex. He's such a slut, he'd probably fuck anything with legs. But I have some discernment, and I'm a sadist. The only way I could get hard for a girl is to hurt her a lot first.A lot.Are you ready for that?"

"Yes," she said, although she wanted to say her was hurting her a lot already.

"Say it. Please hurt me until your dick is hard enough for me to suck."

"Please hurt me until your dick is hard enough for me to suck."

"I don't believe you. Say it like you mean it."

It was hard to talk at all while he was mauling her breasts, but she spoke with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. "Please hurt me until your dick is hard enough for me to suck."

He stopped squeezing and started delivering sharp, hard slaps, which she tried not to recoil from.

"Fine," he said, "but I'm hungry now. Get me something to eat."

She scurried to the kitchen and brought back the plates of muffins she had prepared, passing them around to each of the men. Then Sir told her to get her lunch and, suppressing a groan, she went and got a bowl of porridge from the fridge. She ate it in front of them without hands or cutlery, dipping her face into the cold, flavourless stodge. Mikey and Sir praised the muffins, which made her a little proud but also made the blandness of the oatmeal harder to take.

Her eyes started to tear up now as she thought about her situation. She had to finish this bowl of totally unpalatable food so a gay sadist could torture her, and when he was done she would have to suck his cock. And if he didn't say her blowjob was very good, it would probably be weeks more before she was allowed an orgasm. And if that happened any time soon, she was almost certainly going to vomit up the porridge when he triggered her gag reflex. It was, overall, a totally miserable position to be in.

Finishing the horrible bowl she looked up at Sir, beaming, eyes wet. "Thank you, Sir," she said.