Guests for Breakfast

Guests for Breakfast

By roiboi

 

The early morning sun cast a warm glow through the blinds on the patio. The air was still sweet and cool in the corner where I knelt at the patio table. Per Mistress’s instructions, I rested my head on the table and concealed my body underneath the table. It was an awkward position to maintain with my hands handcuffed behind me, but I did my best to spread my knees and support my weight with my chin.

 

I heard Mistress and her two guests talking softly as they entered the patio. Mistress carried a tray and the smell of breakfast was very inviting. As they got closer, I could see a young blonde woman and a tall athletic man following Mistress. Mistress put the platter down in front of my face, the smell and sight of the bacon and eggs, croissants, and jams and jellies had obviously got my interest and I was quite hungry.

 

“Do not touch”, said Mistress, “this is so for our guests, you will get yours, later”.

 

I was wearing a black negligee, and a garter belt with nothing else on underneath, the early morning air was still chilly and I longed for a sip of hot coffee. Mistress and her friends carried on a long conversation enjoying their breakfast while I kneeled helplessly watching and listening, my face inches from the food.

 

“Nothing for him?” said the man as he finished another cup of coffee. His name was Sherman. “He looks hungry,” said the lady whose name I learned was Kathy.

 

“Oh, he will eat”, said Mistress, “in fact you and Sherman are going to prepare his breakfast!”

 

With that, both Sherman and Kathy let out an amused little chuckle, and looking at each other said, ”but we don’t cook”.

 

“You don’t need to cook, he eats it raw”, said Mistress.

 

“Don’t you eat it raw, Roy? Answer us at once!”

 

“Yes, Mistress, I eat it raw”, I said hastily.

 

All three burst out laughing. “Are you hungry now, Roy?” said Kathy, in a clever little girlish tone. Kathy had on very short running shorts and a see-through halter-top. Her pert little nipples looked hard through the thin material. Sherman had on tennis shorts and a tee shirt. He stood up and stretched nonchalantly and looking at me said, “its your feeding time, isn’t it bitch”?

 

Sherman’s frame was impressive, and that bulge between his legs told me he was all man. Sherman sat back and adjusted the lounge chair to a half recline. Kathy joined him and started fondling him and kissing his neck. Sherman slipped his hand down behind Kathy’s shorts and pulled them down. I could see him fingering and messaging Kathy’s pussy. Kathy began to drip pussy juice.

 

“Thirsty, Roy?” taunted Mistress.

 

“Kathy, you look very wet, and Roy needs a drink”, said Mistress.

 

“Crawl over there, Roy, do not lick her pussy, clean her asshole, only”.

 

“Remember, I said not to shower, Kathy? Now you know why. Roy needs to clean you, its part of his breakfast”.

 

Kathy was now very excited as she gave a little moan, she turned around kneeling in the lounge chair spreading her ass. Her asshole was very pretty and almost hairless. I ran my tongue up her crack to her asshole and cleaned her inside and out, savoring every drop while Sherman kept fingering her pussy.

 

“Lick it off his fingers,” said Mistress.

 

Sherman stuck his fingers in my mouth and I licked the pussy juice off them, sucking each finger.

 

“Do you suck cock that good?” he asked me.

 

“He does, Sherman”, replied Mistress “but he isn’t going to get that opportunity this morning, remember you just need to feed him”.

 

Kathy pulled Sherman’s cock out through his shorts; it was long and hard. A splinter of sunlight that now played across the patio cast a warm golden glow on the erect member. The sunlight made the black hair on his dick glisten, also.

 

“You want to suck it, Roy, don’t you, you always want to suck a hard cock, don’t you? Well you're not going to. Open your fucking little mouth”, ordered Mistress.

 

Kathy was stroking Sherman’s cock harder now squeezing his cock and skillfully pressing the tip; I could see a little pre cum forming.

 

“Open wide” said Mistress mockingly.

 

Kathy squeezed a drop of pre cum onto my tongue. “Mmm, tastes good, doesn’t it?” said Kathy, obviously enjoying humiliating me, too.

 

“Keep you mouth open, and stick your dirty faggot tongue out, Roy”, insisted Mistress.

 

Mistress gave Kathy further instructions:

“Kathy, just lay Sherman’s cock on Roy’s tongue and hold it there, we want Sherman’s cum to shoot in Roy’s mouth and down his throat, this is Roy’s breakfast and he is hungry, remember?”

 

I wanted to kiss, lick and suck Sherman’s cock, it was one of the most beautiful, hard and erect cocks I had ever had a chance to taste, but I followed Mistress’ instructions. I moved my tongue back and forth a little under the tip of his cock.

 

Sherman began to moan excitedly, he kept fingering Kathy and they were both getting close to climax.

 

“Squirt it down his fucking throat” shouted Mistress, “and you better swallow Sherman’s cum, Roy, every fucking drop, you hear me”!

 

Sherman lunged his hips and ejaculated while Kathy’s firm hand kept Sherman’s cock on my tongue, the hot stream of semen squirting in and filling my open mouth. He was a real cummer. Sherman kept pumping for a good 10 seconds filling my mouth to overflowing and faster than I could swallow his thick, sticky ejaculate.

 

“SWALLOW it ALL down, Roy!” shouted Mistress, but as hard as I tried, some cum escaped.

 

“You know, Roy, I told you to get it all, and you let some of Sherman’s precious cum, the cum he made for your breakfast, drip out of your fucking little faggot mouth, didn’t you? You have been very inconsiderate and rude to our guests this morning and you WILL be punished. Stand up, Roy!” demanded Mistress in an angry menacing tone.

 

Kathy and Sherman were now locked in an embrace and deep kissing while Kathy had a strong orgasm and squeezed even more cum from Sherman’s cock.

 

“Look at what you missed, you disobeyed me, and didn’t eat all of your breakfast”, complained Mistress.

 

“Put your pathetic little dick on this table so we can see it, Roy”. Sherman and Kathy now turned on their sides and watched.

 

I lay my hot, throbbing cock on the cold metal table. My balls were swollen and I wanted to cum. Mistress took a thin cane from her handbag and handed it to Kathy.

 

“Ever use one of these, Kathy?” she asked.

 

“No” said Kathy, “should I hit his cock with it”?

 

“Roy, ask Kathy to whip your cock, no…even better…beg her to hurt you for what you did”!

 

“Oh please, Kathy, hurt me very badly with the cane, whip my cock, I missed some of Sherman’s cum, and I am very, very sorry. I apologize to both of you for not appreciating fully the breakfast you made for me, and also need to apologize to Mistress for being rude. I need to be hurt now by you, please, hurt me, teach me a lesson I will not forget, please, Kathy”! I begged and implored Kathy to hurt me with a little girlish whimper in my voice.

 

“You are a disgusting faggot”, said Kathy, looking me straight in the eye as she played around the tip of my cock with the cane, then she swiftly cracked it across the shaft of my cock.

 

I recoiled in pain, I wanted to take my cock off the table and protect it with my hands but they were behind me in cuffs, I was totally exposed.

 

“You had better keep your sissy faggot cock on this table, Roy”, threatened Mistress. I followed her orders, still desperate to find a way to protect myself.

 

“Again, Kathy, hit him again, just like that last one, but across the tip of his cock, here now, let me show you where it will hurt him the most”.

 

“Right here”, holding Kathy's hand with the cane, Mistress indicated the most sensitive spot on the tip of my cock.

 

"Right there, got it?" A terrible fear of the pain I knew I would receive gripped me, I wanted to run, but I craved the humiliation I was receiving, and I grew more excited.

 

"I think so”, said Kathy enthusiastically, "let me try it on him, again!"

 

“Take that, queer”, said Kathy, immediately whipping me very hard across the tip of my cock. Doubled over, I fell to my knees in agony, crying out, moaning and twisting on the floor, groveling in pain.

 

And then to my amazement I began to worship at the feet of my tormentors, praising them for their cruelty and for the pain and anguish they were causing me, encouraging them to hurt me still further and to fuck me, offering them money if they would continue to hurt and fuck me. I then kissed and licked Sherman’s boots. I pressed my cock into the floor trying to cum while licking Sherman’s boots. Sherman stuck the sole of his boot in my face and pushed me away in disgust. It was at this time I knew I was a worthless pig and promised Mistress to seek degradation from her the rest of my life.

 

After a long silence I regained my composure, but the tears kept flowing from my eyes due to the intense humiliation and pain that I still felt.

 

“So, tell us did you enjoy our little breakfast party, Roy?” asked Mistress after a while, sarcastically, disinterestedly sipping a cup of coffee and gazing into the sunlit backyard.

 

"Yes Mistress, very much", I replied still wincing, the words coming from the deepest point of humiliation I had ever experienced, I wanted desperately to masturbate.

 

“Don’t you think you should thank our guests, Kathy and Sherman, who made this all possible for you here, today?” said Mistress amused, gently running the tip of the cane up and down my erect cock and smiling into my eyes.

 

“Sherman and Kathy, thank you both very, very much for what you did for me today, I really appreciate it”, I said, trying to catch my breadth, my cock now ready to burst with cum.