It was a Friday and my mother wasn’t home. The housekeeper told me, when I came home from school, that a meeting with her published had taken longer...than expected and she would spend the night at a hotel, but she would at least be home for dinner the next day. The next day would be my seventeenth birthday and mother always took care to at least be home on my birthdays, because she saw so little of me as it was. I wondered what kind of extravagant gift she had in store for me this year. Last. I started playing with her tits; she relaxed and started kissing me. That's when Dennis put his arms around her and started playing with her tits too. She was getting hot as all hell, so I pulled her pants down and told Dennis to fuck her. I also told Sally to let Dennis fuck her. She slid over next to him and spread her legs so he was able to climb onto top of her and start fucking. All the while, I was kissing her and telling her what a good fuck she was. I pulled my cock out and put it in. I turned off on an old logging road and went down it for about half a mile where we came to an old double wide factory home. I stopped the bus and got out. The welcoming committee hadn’t changed as I was immediately attacked by two extremely vigorous tongues attached to a pair of large dogs of rather colorful breeding. A moment later, my friend Cris came out of the house. He smiled and walked up to me saying, ‘You sure look dead. just like the news has been saying.’ I held out my had and he. Weeks of conditioning, only allowed to touch it when my mouth was filled with silicone replica of his penis and my eyes covered with his cum cloth made sure I became aroused at the mere thought of his proud pole. He wanted me that way: needy, helpless and weak with desire. He often made me wear headphones to my bed. The headphones filled my dreams with his silky voice tirelessly repeating: "I will become a weak fag boy for Master, I kneel before him, I eat his lifegiving seed."I remembered my.