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After a few minutes, he wish boned my legs again so that he could bury meat to ten inches, where he spent some time in an energetic slide in and slide out fuck. It seemed like this was as far as he was going to go, not having any idea of my tolerances, but in the highest and most muffled voice I could manage and still get the idea across, I yelled, “Deeper, harder. Debbie said you were a hung stud. Feed me some meat.”

With a flair of anger, he pushed immediately to the twelve-inch level and to alternating long and short strokes.

“Deeper, deeper,” I cried, and the brunette was writhing and throwing herself about now, as I was plowing her deeper too.

“You asked for it, Babe,” Doug muttered, as we dipped more than thirteen inches. I was expanding and contracting my ass muscles just to let him know that I could play a good game to.

Doug let loose of my legs again, and grabbed for the brunette’s tits, trying to keep her from throwing herself around so much. While one hand squeezed a tit, the other moved down her belly, in search of her cunt, ready to play with her there as well.

And that was when he learned there was a dick up her cunt, not another cunt rubbing against hers.

Luckily I had reached fourteen inches inside the brunette by then and was bathing her deeply with semen, my ejaculation coming at the precise minute that Doug had encircled the root of my cock with his fingers in wonder of what he had found down there.

“Now!” I yelled at the brunette. “Off now! As agreed.”

The brunette dutifully rolled off from between us and over the side of the bed. She hobbled over to a lounge chair, turned the lights up a notch at a nearby switch, and draped herself in the chair and watched the two hung studs go at it while she rubbed her clit with a very experienced finger.

And then it was just Doug and me. I stretched on the bed and him posed behind me, in shock, his cock thirteen inches up my ass. As I was prepared for this, I was faster off the mark then he was. I wrapped my legs around his ass, holding him inside me, while I pulled him onto the bed. Rolling him with my body, I got him on his back, with his legs off the foot of the bed. I was straddling him, still encased in his cock, and I planted my hands on his shoulders at the arm pits, while I wildly bounded up and down on his cock, driving him even deeper into me.

“What?” He was crying. “Kevin? What? How? Why? Stop that. Get off me!”

“No,” I exclaimed. “Pump me. Fuck me. Deeper. Deeper. Plaster me deep with your cum.”

“Oh, God! No, I can’t,” he cried.

But I didn’t listen to him. I pulled his torso up to me and parted his lips with mine and went into a full, French kiss. Our tongues met, and slowly he succumbed to me, as I continued to fuck myself on his cock in deep, shallow strokes. His head flopped back and my lips and teeth went to his nipples. His hands went to my butt cheeks and squeezed hard.

He was moaning and groaning, fighting me, but with ever weaker resolve. And eventually, he let out an animal sound and overpowered me. Rather than retreating, though, he pushed me over on my side, during which his dick was extracted from my ass. But he went on his side as well, and nestling my butt into his groin, he lifted my black-mesh stockinged leg high into the air and entered me again. This time he stopped briefly at my prostrate to get my cock bubbling precum again and then slid deep into my ass. We were in his favorite position. I had won. He was mine. I hummed quietly to myself as he deep fucked me to the fourteen-inch level. He was holding my flat, panting belly firmly into his lap with his free hand, sliding the black stocking off with the other and running his hand up and down my smoothly shaved legs and deep kissing my mouth. I heard him sigh in resignation as he came deep inside me, lathering my insides once more with the powerful spurts of his man juice.

We lay there for an eternity. Both of us full of drugs that held us at full erection. Doug allowed me to drop my leg, but he stayed encased deeply inside me. His hand now was playing with my long, thick cock and my balls.

“You know why I did this, don’t you?” I whispered into Doug’s neck.

“The coven. Revenge for the coven experience. I can’t go back now. I’ve had sex with a man outside the coven.”

“Right,” I answered. “But it was for me too. I want you inside me. This seemed the only way. I wasn’t going to join the coven.”

Doug laughed quietly. “But I like variety,” he said.

“So do I,” I replied. And danger, if it comes to that.

“I could just ignore that this happened, and continue with the coven, you know,” Doug countered.

“Probably not,” I replied. “I know where the mansion is. I’m sure I could convince the master you’d fallen off the wagon.” And then I told him the address of Donatien’s mansion, and Doug rewarded me with another dry laugh.

“It was getting as little dangerous there for me anyway,” Doug whispered. “Donatien was losing position as I was gaining it. He could only see that as a threat.”

“I noticed,” I said. “No one, including Don, made love to me that night like you did. I’m sure he noticed.”

A cough was heard from across the room. “If you boys aren’t using that big long cock, I know where you can find a case for it.” The brunette who had helped me and who politely stayed off to the side, enjoying the show, as I seduced Doug and he fucked my brains out was pleading her case.

“So, would you be up for our hostess?” I asked Doug.

“I’m still very hard up your ass,” he laughed. “Does it feel like I’ve lost interest in a good fuck?”

“OK, she’s was very good about this,” I said. Let’s give her a thrill.

We bounced off the bed, and Doug asked, “Cunt or ass?” as we strode toward a surprised, but very pleased buxom brunette.

“Ass, I guess,” I answered as we got to the chaise lounge and lifted the brunette up on her feet. “I’ve plowed her cunt already tonight. She probably will appreciate the change.”

The brunette looked like she would very much appreciate the servicing by the two luscious studs no matter who stuffed what where.

Doug grabbed the big, square pillow off the back of the chaise lounge and plunked it down on the bottom edge of the lounge. He then sat down on it, with his feet on the floor, and directed the brunette to sit in his lap, facing him. She did so, and Doug positioned his erect phallus at the entry of her cunt, held her up under her breasts with his strong hands, and slowly lowered her onto his totem pole.

The brunette gasped and moaned and sighed and gave little yipping sounds as she slowly descended the pole.

“Oh my, oh yes. Oh, my God. No, it’s okay. I’ve already had one this size up me tonight. Go ahead. Oh, yes. Oh, Baby. Oh God. Pump me. Fuck me deep. Oh, Baby.”

When she was fully skewered, Doug began to lift and push her down, alternatively, fucking her deeply, as she had requested. The brunette’s neck loosened, and her head flopped around. She was clearly enjoying this.

I came up close behind her and let my cock run up her spine just as Doug had done earlier, and brought my hands around her and worked her tits just as he had done. And she moaned as deeply for me as she had for him. This time, however, her chest was pushed into Doug’s, and I was playing with his tits as well. I got their nipples on both sides in line and brushed them back and forth across each other, and both rewarded me with sighs and moans. My chin rested on the brunette’s shoulder and Doug and I kissed each other deeply.

“You, you. Now you,” the brunette whispered in my ear insistently.

So I moved back, tilted the brunette’s pelvis up and tongued her ass hole briefly. She had used the same enticing perfume on her ass that I had to fool Doug. Then I slowly entered her ass, while she cried out in pain and ecstasy, telling me in no uncertain terms not to stop pushing up her ass no matter how she screamed until she had all fourteen inches of both of us. I obliged, and once rooted, both Doug and I moved our cocks in and out and around, until, in a flopping frenzy, the brunette achieved her orgasm, which was well timed with Doug’s ejaculation.

The brunette was cooing when I pulled out of her, pushed her and Doug onto their backs on the chaise, spread Doug’s legs, and entered him. I didn’t stop to rub his prostate or anything else, but pushed in a good six inches, before he had the presence of mind to scream.

The brunette started laughing and pinned Doug to the chaise with her ample bosom. Doug fought me with his powerful legs, but I already was deeply encased, and pushed in farther with each of his lurches.

“God, you’ll split me. Get off,” Doug yelled.

“Don’t be a baby,” I said, as I pushed to ten inches. “I saw you get fucked at the coven affair, and you were liking it then. This is all part of the plan.”

“Ohhh, Awww,” he screamed as I pushed in eleven inches and then started a furious, long-stroked pumping action.

Doug heaved up furiously, and the brunette went off one side of the chaise, and Doug and I went off the other side. Doug and I landed in a side-split position, with me still embedded, and I lifted his leg high in the air and drove the full fourteen inches in. He let out a cry, but that soon subsided into a whimper, which changed to a sensual moan and a purring sound deep in his throat, as I pumped him in the ass with long and deep strokes and worked his tool and balls with my hand. In short order, he was moving in rhythm with me, and I was learning why he liked this position so much. When I came, our lips were locked together and our tongues were dueling. Our hostess turned out the lights and collapsed on her bed with a very satisfied sigh, while we lay there on the floor next to the chaise lounge the rest of the night, with me buried deep inside Doug, as the drugs wore off. I felt he was truly mine now.

* * *

The next two months were the most blissful that I had ever had—or, it’s quite possible, that I would ever again have. I moved in with Doug, and we freely shared everything in life, most especially our cocks. He was enough for me. I didn’t need women or other men now. I was ready to settle down for a life of my butt nestled into his lap. I didn’t given another thought to Donatien or his coven. But I should have done so.

One night we turned in early after an exhausting day of tennis followed by a vigorous workout in the gym. We had explored each other’s bodies with soap and water during a long, drawn-out shower, followed by toweling each other off and a naked tussle on the bed, with me winning and, as a reward, pulling Doug into my lap facing me as I knelt on the bed and watching the expressions of desire in his face as he slowly skewered his ass on my cock. He was arched back and I arched forward, wrapping my arms around his torso and finding his nipples with my lips and teeth, when I was suddenly jerked up and out of him from behind.

The bedroom was swarming with big, beefy men, stripped to the waist. Doug was hauled off of the bed and over into a corner, where several of the men started beating him with their fists. He was fighting back, and landed a couple of good punches of his own, but there were too many of them and they were too strong. In short order, they had beat him senseless and were dragging him out of the room.

Meanwhile, other men had strapped my hands together with a leather thong at the wrists and had tied off the other end on the brass slats at the top of the bed. I was yelling and screaming, but no one was paying any particular attention to me.

All the time this was going on, a huge, black man was standing almost motionless in the middle of the room, supervising the action with just a few hand gestures here and there. He was a monster of a man, more than seven feet tall and built like a footfall fullback. He was a handsome devil with dreadlocks that reached his shoulder.

When they had silenced Doug and hauled him out of the room by his arms, his head dangling and his feet dragging on the floor, the black monster turned and grinned down on me where I lay on my back on the bed, my arms tied above my head.

“And what shall we do with you, my lovely?” he teased me with in a thick, baritone Jamaican accent. “I know. You can be my bitch for tonight.” With that, he pulled off his pants and stood there in all his oversized glory. He had balls and a humongous dong that more than matched his beefy seven-foot physique. His gigantic nipples were pierced with golden rings as was the tennis-ball sized helmet of his half-hard cock.

“You’re from the coven, aren’t you?” I cried, suddenly realizing how vulnerable Doug and I had been to the wrath of Donatien the past two months.

“Of course,” he said, as he mounted the bed, making the bedsprings groan under his weight, and sat astride my chest. I felt like he was going to crush me with his powerful thighs.

“Than you can’t touch me,” I said. “I’m not of the coven. You can’t have sex outside the coven.”

“Ah, but there you are wrong,” the Jamaican said with a laugh. “The master considers you part of the coven, and I was, regrettably, absent the evening of your initiation. He has specifically told me I can take you. That is my reward for bringing the renegade member back.”

“But it’s not Doug’s fault!” I cried. “I tricked him. I made him untouchable in the coven.”

“Enough, Bitch,” the black monster demanded. “Suck me to hard. Prepare me for the fuck of your life.” With that, he pulled my head up by the hair, and pressed the head of his cock between my lips.

“Suck me good, Bitch,” he demanded, “Or you’ll be sorry. You thought your Doug was well hung. Well, I have the thickest and longest dick in the coven, and I have access to the same drugs Doug does, and you are going to be fucked deeper than you ever have before and in more ways than you can count.”

I dutifully kissed and tongued and sucked on the Jamaican’s cock as it grew to astronomical length and thickness. Meanwhile, one of the other men still in the room prepared my ass with his tongue and, apparently, with added salve. At length, the Jamaican leaned back and inserted a beefy finger in my ass and finger fucked me deeper than most men could do with their cocks. He rubbed hard on my prostate, and as precum was bubbling out of my cock and I was moaning loudly, he gave permission to one of the men in the room to suck me off, which he did intensely and quickly.

And then the Jamaican came off my back and flipped me around on my stomach and raised me onto my knees. I felt the cold metallic feel of the golden ring in his cock helmet at my ass hole and he was pushing into me. He was splitting me as I never was split before. I could not take him in. It was going to be impossible. At his command, however, there were hands on both of my legs and on my belly, and my legs were being drawn far apart and suspended at the level of the Jamaican’s groin. Other hands were drawing my butt cheeks farther apart. And then he was in. I screamed bloody murder as he slowly rose up my ass canal. Heavy, roped veins running down his cock rippled across the walls of my canal, causing the channel to go into wild contractions. The Jamaican gave another command, and one of the men was above me, pushing his thighs in a kneeling position under my chest and forcing his cock into my mouth—forcing me to suck on him to stifle my screams. His hands were on the back of my head, holding me in place.

Deeper, deeper the Jamaican plowed, opening my canal wall to and almost beyond the limit. He didn’t brutalize me, though. He pushed in slowly, and, although Doug had never been this thick, he had prepared me so that I could barely withstand this. He was in farther now than anyone, including Doug, had ever gone. At his command, my legs were lowered on the bed and the he gathered them in between his strong thighs. I could feel his pubic hair mashed against my butt cheeks, so I knew he was in to the hilt. He commanded the man with his cock in my mouth to clear out, and I was free of him now, laying flat on the bed, gasping for air, and all of my attention focused on the gigantic club, with its rippling veins, reaching up for my stomach from my ass hole.

The Jamaican lowered his massive chest on my back and he enfolded me in a close embrace. His ham-hocked hands came under me and covered my pecs and nipples. He nibbled on my ear and kissed me in the crook of my neck. His dreadlocks covered my face. I was panting heavily, trying to contain the pain, slowly adjusting to him inside me.

“You’ve got one sweet ass, Mon,” he whispered in my ear. “Just as the master promised. We’re going to be great friends, you and I. There aren’t too many who can be trained to take what I have to give. Doug made a good start on training your sweet ass to my needs.”

I whimpered and moaned, but he could feel me relaxing, adjusting to him.

“Kiss me, Mon,” he whispered in my ear. “Relax, and don’t fight it.”

I turned my head to the side and met his lips. He pushed his tongue in and took control of my mouth, stifling my scream as his hips started to undulate and his dick came to life inside me. He pumped me slowly and shallowly, at least at first. Waves of pain rolled over me, and I felt the golden ring dragging along my ass walls, mining even deeper into me. He must have tired of this position, because, in one coordinated move, he slowly spun my body on his cock and changed his own position so that I now was face up on the bed, and he was at a right angle below me, my legs arched over his hips. He was T-squaring my ass with his rod so that the top of his cock was now running up the side of my ass canal. The thick veins in his cock now gave their attention to a whole new canal surface. He grabbed my hips with his hands and moved my ass up and down on his pole.

Just when I’d become accustomed to this position, he dragged me up to my knees on the bed, facing the headboard, with his big mitts dug into my pecs. We scooted closer to the head of the bed to give me more play on the leather strappings. He widened the stance on his thighs, pushing mine out, which opened me up more to his relentlessly pumping cock. He held me to him with one arm crossing my chest and a hand spread on one of my breasts. The other hand went down to my belly and then to my cock and balls.

The pain was still there, but my own desire was growing, and some pleasure was breaking through. It was a thrill that I was handling a cock of more than fourteen inches and with the thickness of a normal wrist. The strokes became longer and more insistent, and the Jamaican was breathing heavy. He pitched me forward and down, so that my weight was supported on the mattress on my shoulders, my head now getting a good view of the club pounding my ass, and held me suspended with his hands on my thighs, holding my legs up and out, and he jack-hammered his pile drive down into my ass. After growing tired of this position, the Jamaican stood up on the bed, bringing me with him. He lifted my feet out and away and I placed them on the top of the brass headboard, lodged against the balls at the corner. My torso was stretched forward by the leather bonds binding my wrists. His pelvis was under me, he held me by the hips, and he pumped up into me from below like a might piston. He was right. I was losing count of the separate positions he was ravishing me with.

We were both panting and moaning and groaning and yelling to each other how great a fuck this was. There was little pain for me now; I was lost in the action of the huge sausage powering its way in and out of my ass. His dreadlocks were whipping around my head.

The bed frame collapsed under us, and the brass headboard fell apart, freeing my hands from being lashed to the bed, although my wrists were still bound together. But the Jamaican didn’t lose a stroke. Before abandoning the ruins of the bed, he folded my legs at the knees and had my cheek and chest up against the wall. I’d brought my hands back and over his head and they hung behind his neck. My other cheek was against his. Suddenly he stopped the thrusts and held very still. He was panting heavily and must have been close to cumming, but he apparently didn’t want to do that yet. When his breathing had become regular again, he hauled me off the mattress, cupping one hand under my buttocks so that his cock would remain encased, and turned from the bed and swiveled my body around facing his and my butt in his lap, while he sat in a straight chair.

He arched my torso back so that my head nearly touched the floor. my knees were bent on either side of his butt cheeks, and my calves ran back toward the front of the chair so that I could balance my body on the balls of my feet and maintain some sort of fulcrum leverage, as he grabbed my hips in this hands and slid my ass back and forth in deep strokes on his tool. He came in five separate massive floods of cum up into my intestines, and we both held position there, panting hard, until he we cooled down.

Then he lifted my pelvis to his face, just as if he were drinking from a glass, took my engorged cock in his mouth and sucked me off to my own ejaculation. Lowering my pelvis back to his lap, he pulled my torso up to his then, kissed me hard in the crook of my neck, and whispered to me that I was going to love our time together and so was he. I was close to tears, torn between pain and desire.

Then he let my body slide off his dick and into the rumpled sheets. He rose from the chair and pulled on his pants, as those around us who had been enjoying the performance immensely pulled a pair of sweatpants over my legs and bond my ankles together. Then the Jamaican hefted me over his shoulder and hustled me out of the house to a waiting van with smoked windows, and we were off to the suburbs.

* * *

I wasn’t all that surprised to find that I was being taken back to Donatien’s mansion in the suburbs. The Jamaican hustled me into the stone vaulted chamber and over to the corner where I’d seen a young man hanging from a hook in the ceiling during my initiation ceremony. This time, I was the one who was hanging from the hook with the leather straps around my wrists. The Jamaican untied my legs and stripped off my sweat pants so that once more I was naked.

I looked into the center of the room, and there was Doug, strung up where I had been fastened during my initiation to male sex. He had been beaten even more after they had taken him from our home and had been lashed as well. Blood dribbled from welts across his torso and legs, and I assumed that his back had been lashed as well. But he stood there, glowering, defiant, not yielding to the coven.

As before, the room was full of studly men of all ripped body styles, dressed in their red leotards with bare crotches and butt cracks. The room was hushed, as Donatien stepped out of the smoke-enshrouded shadows. As before, he was naked except for the leather straps peeking out of the hair on his chest. But, upon reflection, I saw that he wasn’t as naked as before. His cock now was encased in a thick leather-strapped sheath, with silver studs dotted around the leather. His smile was as devilish as ever.

Donatien strode up to in front of me and back-handed me from both sides across my face. My head snapped back, and I could feel blood in my mouth.

“You’ve been very naughty,” he said to me with a malevolent smile. “Very inventive—and I admire you for that—but very naughty. Not only haven’t you accepted my invitation to join the coven yet, but you also subverted one of my best men.”

He leaned into me with his face, took my head between his hands, and gave me a deep kiss on the lips, making sure that he’d sucked my cut lip before he disengaged. I jerked my head out of his grasp, and arched back from him. This brought our pelvises into contact. Donatien reached down with one hand and encased our cocks together. I felt rough leather and cold studs on the tender flesh of my dick. His other hand went to the small of my back, and a long, elegant finger pushed down between my exposed butt cheeks. His mouth went to my nipples, and it was impossible for my cock not to respond by engorging. He was rubbing our cocks together and gently stroking them as one. His finger entered my ass and rotated around, causing me to gasp.

“Ah, I remember how sweet your body is,” he whispered to my lovingly. “Thomas has reported that he took you many times earlier this evening, and that he found each position and fuck invigorating and highly pleasant. I feel you and he are going to be very good friends. So, tell me, are you melting at the prospect of being regularly serviced by our Thomas? Are you ready to join the coven now?”

“No, never,” I hissed at him. Donatien’s teeth bit down on the aureole of one of my nipples, and I let out a little scream. He lifted his head and gave me a look of deep disappointment.

“Never say never, my friend,” his whispered in a throaty voice. “At least don’t say it in haste. Perhaps you should get some sense of what is at stake.”

He then moved behind me, his torso closely touching my back. His cock came between my thighs, the head pushing at the root of my dick and my ball sac. The rough leather and studs gently rocked back and forth along my perineum. He took my head in both of his hands again and turned it to where I could see the trussed up Doug directly.

As I watched, the giant Jamaican, Thomas, reappeared in the room. From another corner, an equally giant, but thinner, Asian man appeared. Both were completely naked except for a sheath encasing their cocks. Light glinted off these apparatuses.

“Rhinestones,” Donatien hissed in my ear. “Very pretty, but also very sharp.”

The two men circled Doug, like sharks. He gave them a defiant look.

“What . . . ?” I started to ask.

“Shhhh,” Donatien hissed at me. “You were quick to say no. Both for his own sin and for your flippant response to my repeated invitation, you’ll see just how careful you need to be and how carefully you need to consider your words when it concerns the coven.”

“No, please,” I cried. “It’s not Doug’s fault. Not any of it. I tricked him.”

“Regardless, he chose to stay with you.”

Doug lurched in surprise, and his face showed a sudden grimace of pain, as Thomas approached him from the rear. The Jamaican had one hand on Doug’s belly, and the other was hidden behind Doug’s back, but I had little doubt that Thomas was positioning his massive cock at Doug’s ass hole. The Asian approached Doug from the front, and, upon a command from Thomas, the chains on Doug’s wrists pulled his body up and those on his ankles pulled his legs up into the air. Both the Jamaican and the Asian had their pelvises under Doug now, their massive dicks poised to strike, and were arching their backs away from him.

Tears came to Doug’s eyes, as the first inch of the two cocks entered his ass. Thus far, most of what had entered him was exposed dick helmet, and he’d been doubled before. Nevertheless, rhinestones must already be cutting at the rim of his ass. He set his jaw, though, determined not to scream.

I screamed for him, however, as Donatien stood close behind me, his arms wrapped around me with one hand playing with a nipple and the other gently stroking my dick. I could still feel the roughness of his stud-covered cock running across my perineum, but I felt shame at Doug’s and my respective predicaments.

“Give our Doug a little bit of the rhinestone razzle-dazzle,” Donatien commanded in a booming voice. A bit more of the two cocks disappeared up Doug’s ass, and now he involuntarily screamed. Rivulets of blood ran down his inner thigh.

“No!” I cried. “What do you want from me?”

“Tell me you accept the invitation to my coven,” Donatien said in a hoarse voice.

“Yes, yes,” I cried.

“Yes, what?” Donatien hissed.

“Yes, please let me in the coven,” I said loud enough for all to hear. “Please, I accept your invitation.”

“You realize that that would mean you could no longer have sex with Doug, don’t you? Doug has forfeited his rights to be in the coven.”

“Yes, yes, whatever you say,” I answered. “Just let him go.”

“But you want to tell me why you so easily give up a relationship with Doug, don’t you?”

“What?” I moaned.

“You want to tell me that I give you a much better fuck than Doug does, don’t you?”

“What? Oh, yes, yes.”

“Yes, yes what? I want everyone here to hear it.”

“You’re a much better lover than Doug,” I said. “You are and will always be the master.”

“And so, what do you want me to do to you now?”

Silence.

Long, slender fingers went to my balls, and I could feel the pressure. Not pain yet, but the promise of pain.

“Fuck me! Fuck me now,” I cried. “I can’t wait for you to get inside me.”

And then he was pushing into me from behind with an already-generous cock, further thickened now by leather straps and silver studs. He pulled my pelvis back, and I arched my torso, and my eyes went to the floor, as Donatien’s cock plowed up my ass. I had been stretched so much so recently by a bigger Thomas that I could accommodate the assault, but the studs did a real job on my prostate and ass walls. I grunted and moaned without reservation, which pleased Donatien greatly. I was reverifying his position in the coven with his adherents.

I looked up at the sound of repeated screams from the center of the room. More inches of the rhinestoned cocks had disappeared into Doug.

“Let them rip!” Donatien commanded.

“No-o-o,” I wailed.

“Halt!” Donatien rescinded his earlier command.

“Doug’s life for your total willingness,” Donatien hissed into my ear. “My men must see that you truly want me.”

“Yes, yes,” I moaned back. I’ll do anything if you don’t kill Doug.”

“Untie this one,” Donatien ordered, and my hands were immediately unbound. Donatien pulled out of me and came to stand in front of me.

“Kiss me. Kiss my passionately,” Donatien whispered to me, and I did as he directed. He led me over to the low-slung altar, sat on the edge, and told me to make love to him. I started with another kiss on the lips and worked my way down his hairy torso with my tongue and licked the insides of his thighs and the helmet of his cock that protruded from the leather casing and sucked his balls. After a few minutes, he rose from the edge of the altar and had me sit in his place. We kissed some more and played with each other’s nipples, abs, and bellies.

“Look like you are enjoying it,” Donatien whispered. I spread my legs wide then, arched my back, took his sheathed cock in my hands and guided his cock back into my ass hole. There was an intake of breath around the room at the demonstration of my submissiveness to the master. He pumped me for some time, eventually bringing my torso up to his lips and tonguing my nipples again. He guided my cheek to his; we were both facing Doug, still shallowly impaled on two rhinestone poles.

“Ruin him!” Donatien commanded the posed Jamaican and Asian. Stretch him and cut him up so he will never be of use to anyone again. But don’t finish him. Let him live.”

“No, you promi—!” I screamed, but Donatien brutally took my mouth in his and stepped up the rhythm of his deep stud-encrusted fuck.

“Shut up!” he hissed in my ear when he took his lips off mine. “Protocol calls for death. You are saving him. I can still change the command.”

I looked over, and the rhinestones had disappeared completely. Doug had blacked out, and blood was freely running down his inner thighs.

“Show them you want it,” Donatien whispered in my ear. “Change of position; you fuck yourself and show them you love it.”

He pulled me off the altar, sat on the edge again, and I climbed into his lap, facing him, and descended on his cock. He pushed my torso toward the floor briefly to show to all that he was in to the root, and then, on his command, I rose up and down on his joy stick and rotated around it, until I felt him tense. With a powerful lift, he pulled me off him and into the air above him, and his cock shot off in a powerful arc that hit me in the belly. Then, he rose from the altar, laid me on its top and sucked my cock until I came.

Standing above me, his voice rang out. “I can’t accept you as a regular member of the coven. But you belong to the coven now. When I call, you will come and do what you are told. You may have Doug back now; I have no use for him. But you will never again have sex with him. I doubt now that you will ever want to.”

He started to walk away, and then, almost as an afterthought, turned and spoke again. “Have no fear that we will forget you. I’m sure that Thomas would not let me forget to call on your services often. And, oh, that reminds me. Thomas got his reward, but I almost forgot Shao-chuan. You must thank him for being so careful with Doug.”

I was lying, exhausted, on my belly on the altar top. I looked over, in horror, as, with a big, evil grin, Donatien waved his hand between the Asian monster and me. They had released the chains on Doug, and he lay unconscious on the stone floor in his own blood. The Asian grinned and walked toward me, his blood- and rhinestone-covered man meat still very much at attention.

For the briefest moment, I thought that Donatien was going to double cross me and let the Asian tear up my insides too. But when he reached me, the Asian pulled off the rhinestone sheath and climbed up on the altar top, pulled me up onto my knees, and crouched behind and over me. He pushed my cheek down on the altar top with one beefy hand and swiftly entered my ass with a long, not particularly thick cock. But his cock was like a slithering snake, attacking my insides from all angles at once, playing a tattoo on my ass walls and prostate. He rose up onto the altar in a standing position, then, forcing me to come up on my forearms for support, and pile-drived his tube down into me. He was giving me long, deep strokes, and his hose was snaking around in my ass on the way in and out. Thomas had come to my front, now minus his sheath, and forced my mouth onto his cock. The gathered coven was getting quite a performance, and I had to restrain myself not to show that I was enjoying this plowing a thousand times better than what Donatien had done to me.

After only a few minutes, Thomas stopped face fucking me and the Asian let me come back down on my knees. He rolled his pelvis up on my butt and let his hose push up and down in me as well as in and out. While he was fucking me, the Asian’s hands were flying all over my body, finding pleasure points I never knew I had. Thomas was up on the altar top now, The Asian’s cock pushed down to the lower end of my ass canal, and I felt the Jamaican’s cock entering me above the Asian’s. I screamed and grunted something fierce for the room at large, but I was blessed with extraordinarily flexible ass walls and had been doubled before. I could bear this, knowing that Doug had suffered so much worse.

Their dicks were like pistons working on counterbalance, keeping me filled to the limit and rubbing against each other in ways that must have given them a great more pleasure than they’d been able to get in Doug’s ass with the sheaths they had been wearing. At one inward stroke, I’d be stretched with Thomas’s thick dick augmented by the Asian’s flexible hose, and at the next stroke, the Asian’s hose would go for depth, as the ass walls received a brief respite from Thomas’s stretching. Donatien appeared at my head, gave me a big grin and kissed me deeply, as the two studs pumped away at me. Thomas gave a little cry, exclaimed in French, and bathed my insides and the Asian’s dick in cum. With a noisy slurp, he slowly withdrew his tool and disappeared from the altar. The Asian, nearly as exhausted as I, pulled me over onto my side, with my butt spooned into his belly and side split me in much the same way that Doug loved doing. I almost cried at the realization that I might never be able to enjoy Doug at all in this way again, that this punishment had, indeed, ruined him for sex. The Asian was massaging my muscles all over the parts of my body that he could reach, paying particular attention to my pecs and dick.

I couldn’t help myself. Before the Asian was finished, I was lost in his embrace, participating fully in the act. Being reduced to just one attacking cock came as a great relief. I was vigorously kissing him and enjoying the ginger taste of his mouth, when he pulled the helmet of his dick to the surface of my hole and spread his hot, burbling cum between my legs. He had managed to time our ejaculations almost simultaneously by coordinating the stroking of my cock with the timing of his own orgasm. I had almost forgotten that this same cock was tearing up the insides of my lover only a half hour earlier. Almost.