My First Gay Gangbang

My First Gay Gangbang.
Although this story will stand alone I would recommend people reading this start by reading my previous 3 stories to better understand the characters and situations in this story.
As with my previous stories this is again heavily based in truth with only slight deviations made to names, places and to make it readable.


I arrived home from work and quickly turned on my computer. My heart fluttering with nerves as I waited what seemed like an age for it to load up. Finally the little pop up appeared informing me that I had email waiting to be read. With a hand shaking with both fear and excitement I opened my mail box.
There it was, the email I’d spent the whole day waiting for with both trepidation and excitement. I’d spent the whole day thinking about the arse raping I’d received the day before and my feelings were as confused as ever. I was still appalled and disgusted by the thought of sex with another man while at the same time knowing that I was excited and turned on by my humiliation, subjugation and submission.
My brutal experience of the night before still horrified me but at the same time I secretly knew I enjoyed being the sexual plaything of another man. Even know my cock throbbed and my arse clenched and relaxed at the memory. I was sure I could still feel his hot sperm deep in my gut and bowels although logically I knew that was impossible. A new window popped up as I opened the offending email.
‘You belong to me now bitch. I bought the video of your cock sucking from Bryan. Tonight you will start paying me back. Clean your boy cunt well and be at my place at 7pm sharp. The door will be unlocked. Once inside remove all your clothes and put on the outfit laid out for you. I am your master now and any deviation from my instructions and you will regret it. You are my toy now slut and your body belongs to me to use as I see fit.’
My cock was hard reading the email and I rushed upstairs and into the shower. Almost ripping off my clothes in my hurry I stepped under the hot steamy spray my mind racing at the thought of what was to come tonight. The possibilities were endless. Would I be forced to suck cock again? Would I be brutally fucked in my man pussy? Would I once again be forced to prostitute myself for pennies? Forced to swallow another man’s sperm and urine? Liberally covering my middle finger with shower gel I shoved it hard into my arse. Thrusting it in and out in a lewd mockery of the anal rape I had received less than 24 hours before. I’m sure my arse had still not fully recovered and it still felt loose. I slipped in a second finger, than a third but somehow it wasn’t enough. Looking around the bathroom I searched for something bigger than my fingers. My eyes fell upon the toilet brush. Snatching it up I covered it in shower gel before sliding the large wooden handle slowly into my arse. My cock was rock hard and leaking copious amounts of pre cum as it slipped in deeper and deeper until I could feel the bristles scratching the back of my thighs.
Shoving the handle in and out of my arse, starting slow but rapidly picking up steam I raped my own arse with the wooden, phallic substitute. I was on the point of cumming when reluctantly I withdrew it from my arse. Using the jet setting on the shower head I flushed the remaining shower gel out of my arse. After finishing my shower I quickly inserted the dildo that Sally and Tom sent me away with got dressed and rushed to my car.
15 minutes later I was pulling up about 300 yards from his house, on the busy main street it was the closest space I could find. Last night I’d walked down this street covered in piss and cum and here I was not 24 hours later with a dildo in my arse going back for more. My mind had already started to accept what a cock loving faggot slut I was and although scared I was not as disgusted as I was the day before as I approached my master’s door.
I walked in and quickly stripped off all my clothes in the small entry room, turning around I found a small table beside the door. On the table was a French maid’s outfit complete with stockings, suspenders, garter and high heels. Humiliation washed over me as I realised he wanted me to dress like a little sissy slut but strangely I welcomed it. Yes I was embarrassed, humiliated and ashamed of what I was about to do but at the same time all those feelings just turned me on more.
Quickly slipping on the outfit I realised that it was cut so short that it only covered half my arse and with no panties my cock and balls hung down obscenely below the hemline. Somehow wearing the dress it highlighted my awareness of those parts it did not cover having the bizarre effect of leaving me feeling more exposed than when I was naked. I hurriedly pulled on the fishnet stockings and stupid garter before stepping into the high heels. Taking a few experimental steps to get used to the unfamiliar footwear I prepared myself to meet my master, the architect of my humiliation.
A moment later the inner door opened and my master entered finding me kneeling subserviently head down knees apart with my hands clasped behind my back. ‘Now look who is the good little sissy faggot slut?’ he asked with a smile.
‘I am master. I am a little sissy faggot slut’ I replied submissively.
‘Well over the coming weekend we will find out just how much of a slut you really are bitch.’ He said it as it was, a statement of fact as he attached the dog collar around my neck, clipped the leather strap around my nut sack and attached the leash that passed through the dog collar before going down to attach to the strap around my balls.
‘Come bitch’ he said giving the leash a gentle tug as he led me into his flat, a dull pain in my balls from the tug immediately focused my attention as I followed him inside carefully. A stumble on the unfamiliar high heels and the pain from the leash would be intense.
Walking into his living room I was shocked to discover we were not alone. Around fifteen other men were already gathered in the room along with four women. One I recognised as my masters girlfriend from the night before, one was about 60 and had to weigh upward of 200lb. The other two were young, probably in their late teens or early twenties and were hanging on the arms of men of similar age.
The men in the room ranged in age from late teens to late 60’s, their bodies ranging from fit and athletic to fat and pudgy and every conceivable shape in between. I recognised one of the men as the shop keeper I’d given head to the night before and he leered at me. Quickly I looked down unwilling to see the mixture of disgust and lust on the faces of these men as they looked at the pathetic faggot sissy that I had become.
‘What is your name bitch?’ My master asked in a demanding tone after leading me into the middle of the room.
‘Cumguzzlingslut sir’ I responded as he’d instructed me the night before.
‘Look up and tell these nice people who your body belongs to.’ He instructed in a light tone enjoying my abject humiliation and disgrace.
I looked up and stared straight ahead as I replied. ‘My body belongs to you my master sir.’
‘For what purpose is your pitiful sissy whore body owned by me?’
‘This body belongs to you for your pleasure sir, to use as you see fit to use for your enjoyment sir.’ My arse clenched tightly closed and I felt sick saying these humiliating words in front of all these people. Announcing to all present what a worthless faggot slut I had become.
‘Good, I’m glad you remembered slut. Now to tell you why you are here.’ Oh god this is going to be bad I remember thinking, but even as I thought this I could feel my cock twitch. This humiliating, degrading nightmare was actually turning me on. ‘As you can see I’m having something of a house party. Albeit something of a special house party. My guests here although personal friends of mine have each paid £5 to be here tonight. You are here to serve my guests in any way they want. If they want food you will bring them food, if they want drink you will bring them drink, if they want to use your mouth or boy cunt you will comply.